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　　阅读理解

　　The young boy saw me, or rather, he saw the car and quickly ran up to me ,cager to sell his bunches（串）of bananas and bags of peanuts. Though he appeared to be about twelve, he seemed to have already known he bitterness of life.“Banans 300 mira Peaouts 200 naira

”He said in a low voice. I hargained him down to 200 that for the fruit and nuts, When he agreed, I handed him a 500 nairu bill. He didn't have change. So I tole him not to worry. He said thanks and smiled a row of perfect teeth.

　　When, two weeks later, I saw the boy again, I was more aware of my position in a society where it's not that uncommon to see a little boy who should be in school standing on the corner selling fruit in the burning sun. My parents bad raised me to be aware of the advantage we had been afforded and the responsibility it brought to us.

　　I pulled over and rolled down my window, He had a bunch of bananas and a bag of peanuts ready. I waved them away.

　　“What't up?”asked him.

　　“I don't have money to buy books for school.”I reached into my pocket and abnded him two fresh 500 naira bills.“Will this help?”I asked. He looked around nervously before taking the money. One thousand naira was a lot of money to someone whose family probably made about 5,000 naira or less each year.“Thank you, sir.”he said.“Thank you very much!”

　　When driving home. I wondered if my little friend actually used the money for schoolbooks. What if he's a cheat（骗子）?And then I wondered why I did it. Did I do it to make myself feel better? Was I using him? Later, I rcalized that I wondered why I did it, Did I do it to make myself feel better? Was I using him? Later, I rcalized that I didn't know his name or the least bit about him, nor did I think to ask.

　　Over the next six months, I was busy working in a news agency in northern Nigeria Sometime after I returned ,I went out For a drive. When I was about to pull over, the boy suddenly appeared by my window with a big smile ready on his face.

　　“Oh, gosh! Long time.”

　　“Are you in school now?”I asked.

　　He nodded.

　　“That's good,” I said. A silence fell as we looked at each other, and then I realized what he wanted.“Here,”I held out a 500 naira bill.“Take this.”He shook his head and stepped back as if hurt.“What's wrong?”I asked.“It's a gift.”

　　He shook his head again and brought his had form bchind his back. His face shone with sweat（汗水）. He dropped a bunch of banans and a bag of peanuts in the front seat before he said,“I've been waiting to give hese to you .”

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完形填空

　　Here is a phrase we hear a lot：“You can’t trust anybody anymore.” Doctors and politicians and merchants and salesmen．It isn’t necessarily so．

　　Man named Steven Bill 　　1　　 the theory．In New York City, with taxicab drivers．Brill pretended to be a wealthy foreigner with little 　　2　　 of English．He got into several dozen 　　3　　 around New York City to see how many drivers would 　　4　　 him．His friends predicted in advance that most would 　　5　　 the advantage of him in some way．

　　One driver out of thirty-seven cheated him．The 　　6　　 took him directly to his destination and charged him 　　7　　．Several 　　8　　 to take him when his destination was only a block or two away, even getting out of their cabs to show him how 　　9　　 he already was．The greatest irony(讽刺)of all was that several 　　10　　warned him that New York City was full of crooks(骗子)and to be careful．

Who says people are no damn good? What kind of talk is that?

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