A few years back, my wife had posted this shot in social...
media, which might, just might, answer your question---
We were fellow travelers in China then. We are happily married in America now, with two little cuties in tow. We were face-to-face then. We are heart-to-heart now. Between now and then, what a world of difference! That said, the more it changes, the more it stays the same.
在香港某大夜总会当个临时鼓手，休息时邂逅了一名伴唱女子。
纫秋兰原创打烊后，两人坐在舞台一角，看着几个清洁工人忙这忙那。
我笑说：〝这种地方也可以清洁的么？〞
她不睬，只瞅一瞅身边的一杯特级法国干邑。
酒是我向经理讨来的。我代他回复了积压着的外语电子邮件。
给自己倒一杯冰水。我、一直以来跟烟酒无缘、绝缘。
冰水。
想起这句故乡俗谚来：
Someone has to break the ice.
总要有人打破闷局的吧。
跟她开个玩笑看看。
〝你呀，唱粤调，真够江南韵味！〞
刚刚说完，一只粉拳就在眼前亮起来。不闪，由它落在胸膛。
〝俺是北妹，你呢？死老外！〞
不打不相识。相识了，也希望相知，在天涯。
她、一啖酒三句话地开始讲自己。
讲、也是带引。
她带我到苏州水乡去看她的家，最后更带我去看她怎样沦落香江。
倒醉在我怀中之前，她抿嘴笑一下,说：
〝他妈的人生。〞
比一肚子男盗女娼道貌岸然好，
仇中恨中精日替鬼子南京大屠杀唱赞歌是没有人性。
岁月。呵呵。
改帖了。
media, which might, just might, answer your question---
We were fellow travelers in China then. We are happily married in America now, with two little cuties in tow. We were face-to-face then. We are heart-to-heart now. Between now and then, what a world of difference! That said, the more it changes, the more it stays the same.
的囗里笔下，得知一二。据说，顾客大都是讲港式广东话的中老年男士，献唱者也大抵徐娘半老。