第(6/8)节          背着书包的学生站在卖甜筒的窗口，排了长长的一个队伍。现在的孩子真幸福，像是我小时候，冰欺凌都是一个很奢侈的东西，而且也不像是现在，到处都有卖。                                                                                                            那个时候卖b冰的都是推着自行车，车后座上绑着一个木箱子，箱子周围缠着棉袄，卖b冰的小贩一边用类似惊堂木一样的木板拍着木箱子，然后叫嚷着“卖b冰咯~卖b冰咯~”                                                                                                            那声音拉的长长的，长的像是河面上的机器船发出的汽笛声，引的一群小孩围着他转，然后回家缠着爸妈要买b冰吃。                                                                                                            那种记忆，现在很多人都没有t验过。                                                                                                            窗口里面的店员是个男生，长的很是清秀。                                                                                                            我把两块五毛钱递上去，“给我一个甜筒。”                                                                                                            那男生看我了一眼，没有动作。                                                                                                            “给我一个甜筒。”我重复了一次，暗想着这店员的动作怎么会这么的磨叽，一点都不麻利。                                                                                                            “三块钱。”店员开了口，“现在甜筒三块钱了。”                                                                                                            ……                                                                                                            三块钱？什么时候涨价的，我之前吃的时候明明才两块五的。                                                                                                            “什么时候涨价的，为什么没有通知我？”我站在窗口不动，“
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