:In the latest Christmas Eve, My friends and I went to a French restaurant in Richmond for dinner together. It was crowded there, cheering and celebrating, all the people seemed to be waiting for the Santa Claus.
The cool man picked up another napkin to wipe his pistol. He seems to be composed and calm. With a glimpse, the man turned around and went to the entrance, where he got back his overcoat from the hands of the frightened waiter.
有兴趣而英文不太灵光的读者,不妨也学着当年的小虎,抱一本字典,啃这块骨
,看懂了其实也相当有趣,要知
世上无难事,只怕有心人。
That’s the most frightened moment in my life. Since that, I will be trembling as someone calls “Michael”.
"Yes? I am. What's up?" one man sat by the table answered.
About eleven o'clock, a man came in, wore a sunglasses, with long hair and in a black overcoat. He undressed his coat and hand it to the waiter at the entrance, then went straightly into the center of the restaurant, looked around through his sunglasses.
春节了,过年了,1984年的春节,是小虎在国外度过的第一个春节,那天,拉着Karen的手,一钻到唐人街的人堆之中,
路早已封锁,
I was interesting in this cool man. It seemed that no one liked wearing such black glasses in such a deep night. At this moment, the cool man approached to a table which surrounded by four Asians, and shouted, "Hey, who's Michael?"
A few minutes after the cool man left, we tried hard to recover and dialed 911.
Without any reply, the cool man picked out a pistol from his pocket, aimed at Michael's head and shot immediately. "Ping", with aloud voice, Michael fell down on the table with bleeding from his head. The cool man went closely and put a napkin over Michael's head. With a disdainful smile, he placed the pistol sticking to Michael's head and shot again. All the customers in the restaurant were frightened, still in seats with mouths opening. It was silent, only the hearts were beating aloud.