The gaucho boy stopped, There was a sort of sick grin on his face.

高男孩停了下来， 脸上露出一种病态笑容。

The air held the smoky aroma of the asado, a feast laid over open coals, the pride of an Argentinian gaucho.

弥漫着 asado 烟熏味，这是一场在露煤炭上举行盛宴，是阿根廷高骄傲。

He wore a flat black gaucho hat with the woven strap under his thin. He wore a white silk shirt, spotlessly dean, open at the throat, with tight wristlets and loose puffed sleeves above.

他戴着一顶扁平黑色高帽，细腰带下是编织带。他穿着一件白色丝绸衬衫，一尘不染，领口敞开，腕带很紧，袖子松垮垮。