一上出租车,师傅看我上车的地儿,跟我侃:“跳舞去啦?”“没。”我懒得跟他聊。他没话找话:“你知道北京第一个迪厅是JJ吧?那时候我们就跳韩国那个xx舞。”他说了一个挺专业的术语,我没听懂,扫了他一眼—一个三十多岁的大胖子。 A taxi, the master to see me on the car to children, with my Kan: “dance to go? ” “No.” I’m too lazy to talk to him. He did not find anything to say: “Did you know that Beijing’s first disco is JJ? Then we danced that xx dance in South Korea.” "He said a very professional terminology, I did not understand, glanced at him - A big fat man in his thirties.