原来是这一把
The right one, after all
Name: ________________ Date: ________
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 另 | lìng | other; another |
| 钥匙 | yàoshi | key |
| 袋子 | dàizi | bag; sack |
| 外套 | wàitào | coat; jacket; overcoat |
| 整 | zhěng | exactly; sharp (as in 十点整) |
| 修 | xiū | to repair; to mend; to fix |
| 细 | xì | thin; slender; fine |
| 留下 | liúxià | to leave behind |
| 停 | tíng | to stop; to halt |
| 步 | bù | step; pace |
| 窗 | chuāng | window |
| 黑 | hēi | black; dark |
English (for the teacher)
When Xiaolin got back to the café, the man from before was standing at the door, holding another black umbrella. That umbrella was bent on the right side. Xiaolin didn’t need to look again; he knew it was his.
“I’m sorry, I took a phone call, got flustered and took the wrong one.” As he spoke, he handed the umbrella over.
The man first felt the little pouch under the handle and breathed a sigh of relief. “The keys are still here. Thank you for coming all the way back. My name’s Zhou; I live in the building just behind here.”
As it turned out, before he went out, Xiao Zhou had put his keys in the little pouch on his umbrella. He was afraid his coat pockets were too shallow and the keys would fall out when he sat down. He never expected that the keys wouldn’t get lost, but the whole umbrella would go home with someone else.
“I fixed your umbrella a bit.” Xiao Zhou opened the bent umbrella and pointed at the right side. “I borrowed some tape from the waiter. It’s fine to hold up, but you’ll still need to be careful when it’s very windy.”
Xiaolin took the umbrella and turned it half a circle. The ribs were still a little bent, but they didn’t wobble the way they used to. “I’ve been meaning to fix it; I just keep forgetting.”
“Then today wasn’t a wasted trip.” Xiao Zhou said.
The waiter took two thin cords out of a drawer, one blue and one yellow. “One each; next time you’ll know which is yours.” Xiao Zhou kept the blue one, and Xiaolin tied the yellow one to his handle. When he’d tied it, he made a point of tying two knots.
Only when the two of them walked outside did they find the rain had stopped. Xiao Zhou headed round to the back of the building, and Xiaolin set off towards home. After a few steps, he turned back again.
The waiter looked up: “Took the wrong one again?”
“No.” Xiaolin held up the umbrella with the yellow cord. “My tea’s still by the window.”