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雨在飘，风在呼啸。我的胃好痛。上学的路上，我骑着单车。如果有一杯热牛奶就好了，我的经验告诉我。很留意路边，却始终没有找到一个卖牛奶的小摊。我几乎就要放弃了。胃又一阵剧痛。却在一个拐角处，找到了它。 The rain is floating and the wind is howling. My stomach hurts. On my way to school, I rode a bicycle. If only there was a cup of hot milk, my experience tells me. Pay attention to the roadside, but never find a stall selling milk. I'm almost giving up. There was another sharp pain in the stomach. But in a corner, found it. 停下车，抓起一瓶浸在热水里的牛奶，缓缓地倒下去，留下了稍稍的舒适与醇香。掏出口袋里所有的钱，一张一百元，一张五角，一张一角，一个一角的硬币。“多少钱？”我一边数手里的零钱，一边问。“八角。”一个很苍老的声音。不会吧，这么巧！我不禁暗叹道。把一百元递给了那个苍老声音的主人，并注意打量她。 Stop the car, grab a bottle of milk soaked in hot water, slowly pour it down, leaving a little comfort and mellow. Take out all the money in your pocket, one hundred yuan, one fifty, one dime, one dime. "How much is it?" I asked as I counted the change in my hand. "Octagon." A very old voice. No, it's such a coincidence! I can't help sighing. Pass the hundred yuan to the owner of the old voice and look at her carefully. | 
