很蛋疼地，google翻译了....居然很德味....
"War is over." Shaxian a cigarette dangling from the owner of snacks, sat in front of me, eyes uncertain. A smoke climbed out of his mouth.
I feel sad.
I was asked for a steamed stuffed buns, a big portion of ravioli, enjoyed it, prepared to go to a chicken, in fact, I'd rather have a large row of packages in the big row, but do not know whether that single sale, I was heart brewing wording. The middle-aged man sat down in front of me, smiling a single meal to eat in front of customers, said something so unthinking, and smoking.
"What war? In addition, the large row of packages sold in the largest single row of it?" I asked patiently.
He got up and went to the kitchen, fetched the pot, full of all lo. Eggs, tofu, chicken, big row.
"What are you ... ...?" I asked.
"Help yourself, not money, so if you want me to add rice." He handed me a scoop, "Listen to me speak, I felt if it was all over, I have to say."
This is cost-effective. I nodded.
"You see," not far from his fingers. Lanzhou Ramen Museum, a boss and a few guys sitting in front of a table, each holds a poker hand. "They were doing?"
"Play," I was in the pot longer looking for a relatively tasty brine of spiced corned egg.
"No, look carefully." His face with one kind of cynical.
I stopped chopsticks, carefully observed. They squeeze a poker hand, but no one lift a long time, expression numb silence between them.
"Wandering." He tapped the table, "I understand this feeling."
I ignore him, to open a folder spiced corned egg, juice overflowing.
"You know what? Osama bin Laden is dead." He seemed to me as a secret.
"Uh uh ... ...." I mouth with a spiced corned egg, vague promise, egg yolk choking my mouth.
"So, the war ended. It's over. They lose, we win," he face grief. "But one thing, as from tomorrow, we are also the Lamb of animal husbandry is to lose."
I re-looked the boss, micro black, coastal features, there is a unique rustic people of Chaozhou-Shantou area of the gas.
"The boss you are not a recent business is not smooth?" I asked. Your head broken? Ravioli bag you stupid yet? You halogen soup poisoning it?
"Have you seen business come here to collect the money it?" He asked.
"Seems to be no."
"Have you seen something stir fry it?" He asked.
"Seems to be no."
He look down from the body close to me, very deep in my ear said. "Because I am a Security Department."
I looked again, the boss, micro black, coastal features, there is a great sense of Jagged forum.
"Huh?" I said. Your mother's.
"I'm not open snack bar. I was an intelligence officer." He 翘起二郎腿, perseverance, visual distance.
"Huh?" I said. Diao your mother's.
"Sa snack not to make money before opening all over the country, is in response to infiltration of Islamic extremists through their inland cities in China, only ad hoc special operations agency, the ninth under the Security Council." He said.
"They?" I hacked into.
His hands for a Yang.
"Lanzhou Ramen?" I turned to see.
"Not only." He looked around. "There Wuzhong snacks, Xinjiang Tai Panji ... ..."
"Is not it." I look back pulled noodles and often ate there.
"Darker than you think."
"Diao it! Where there is so much money on so many people."
"Many rich Middle East." He said.
"No, I snack so much at home ... Sa ..."
"Why pay a tax?" He asked.
"You is not shit you?"
"Why high prices?" He asked.
"Pumping you, ah."
"So much in taxes, every year a new high, so much every day Earth King." He paused, gave me time to think. "Money gone?"
"Hey, do not be greedy to eat and drink out of it?"
"Fart!" He jumped up, stud protruding blue veins, like pumping me bring big slap in the face. "Our officials bear much infamy for this!"
"Do you mean to say," I revealed the expression of surprise.
"Yes." His ring finger and the entire store. "Intelligence agencies. Shield the country."
"You've heard half a trillion stability maintenance funding it?" He asked.
"Heard."
"Actual investment are more than ten times the money!" His impassioned. "China is not corrupt!"
"No corrupt?"
"Not a one!"
"So?"
"Are all under the pretense! Confuse international hostile forces!" He said, "You see the brain full of intestinal fat officials ... ..."
"Is the cover?"
"Bite the bullet. They pay a lot for the country." Face deep.
"Do you imagine." He motherhood. "If we do not eat and drink a penny, a penny is not corruption, official incompetence and greed just put on the way, let the international community that our financial resources are internal friction of the ... ..."
"My God!" I was shocked. Was struck by this great truth, and the room was silent, silent as the two phases.
"The central panel in the next lot of chess." Released his whole body to power light, a grand community, so dazzling!
"We have almost almighty." He said proudly.
"Is not it ... ..."
"Well, Osama bin Laden is dead, you know?"
"You just asked, I know ... ..." I suddenly stopped, aware of the meaning of this sentence.
"Position is that we provide." He said pretending to be brisk.
"My God!" Once again shocked, "said Sa snack so get rid of Osama bin Laden!"
"No," he was a bit embarrassed, "accurately said that the information was intercepted by the neck must taste to the duck, the General Staff two, but we are comrades in arms under the banner of the same. If you buy a duck when the use of neck internal signal 'a paean of loyalty', but also a discount for each purchase ... ... "
"Sweet Spring spectrum spreading blood." He stood up, agitated with the singing chant Road.
Then he cheeky deserting our ideas of color, heavy to sit down.
"How?" I asked.
"Everything is over." Painful he said. "Osama bin Laden is dead, al-Qaida full withdrawal of China, Sa will Chebian a snack."
"I do not hate Osama bin Laden, he is also an ideal, who dedicated their lives to religion." He murmured. "But this is the top means that we and the United States made a dirty deal."
"I'm going to leave this job for many years in the job." He Meng smoke. "I have seen many of your incredible sight. Tianma pig brain soup fog, Fudong Zhao and silence all the sorrows and joys, a pig's past lives. Chewing pigeon, the world will be upside down, you rapid hurtled to the sky. Can headlong into steamed rice, you see the white flashing the vast world of the beautiful south. "
"All this will be attributed to annihilation, as in a piece of meat in the ablation of chopped green onion."
"The time to leave." He burst into, I see from his fingers a dark tears.
When he stood up again, the determination of the intelligence is gone, he again became the owner of a snack Shaxian, micro black, coastal features, a casual pick up the dishes.
"You go, do not tell anyone." He said.
Several days later, I was through the street, no no Sa snack noodles in Lanzhou, hawkers were whispering, how many of the undercurrent is surging? I do not know, but lost the Sa and Lanzhou of the street, is strange and lose its soul.
The center of the accident, I saw his aunt dumplings. Indeed he, wearing a waiter's uniform to attract guests. I am extremely excited and tried to call him, "to find a new job?" His eyes wander, do not talk to me in one direction the slightest nod. He was referring to the direction I looked, a KFC store manager across the glass is cold here watching.
"War is not over yet." He grazed me whispered.
"A paean to loyalty." I whispered response.
