《AI也会写小说》yuanyuan安

140、英文9

　　翻译：他第一次见到他时，他的心脏砰砰直跳，以为它会从胸裂。他知道自己是谁，当然，每一个曾经瞥过他一眼的人，都记得那个红头发的男孩，他曾经在放学后坐在他家的公共汽车上。但出于某种原因，他的大脑无法确切地理解为什么这样的人会和他说话，甚至看着他。
　　他的第一本能反应是告诉陌生人，\'对不起，我想我以前没见过你。这并不完全正确。他确实记得看到过男孩的脸，因为他以前也见过那个男孩，但仅此而已。一旦男孩说话，就有一种奇怪的尴尬占据了他的身体，使他很难回答任何问题，特别是如果它们看起来很个人化的话。此外，这个男孩坐在他旁边的事实也无济于事。
　　所以，相反，他只是盯着他的鞋子，试图尽可能保持冷静，希望这个男孩能干脆离开，让他独自一人。不过，这个男孩没有，在公共汽车停下来之前，他也没有做任何其他事情。之后，他站起来，伸展了一下，最后，当他的脚再次找到地面时，他回头看了看费利克斯，他现在才意识到这个男孩比他高得多。
　　“你比我矮，”男孩实事求是地说。
　　“是的。”费利克斯能感觉到自己有点脸红，这是新的，因为大多数人在和他说话时都懒得低头看着他。并不是说这个人做了什么来阻止他;就好像他想让他继续抬头看一样。
　　“你叫费利克斯？”
　　男孩问道，拿出一张小纸，写在上面。这让费利克斯略感吃惊，因为他没想到其他人在他们还在公共汽车上的时候会写下任何东西，男孩在他问他之前继续说话。“而你的是...？
　　费利克斯张开嘴想说话，但什么也没出来，因为自从几年前的那天起，他第一次没有话说到嘴边。相反，他只是慢慢地点了点头。就在那时，他注意到了一些事情。他以前从未被称为费利克斯。不，这是不正确的。他的母亲过去常常一直这样称呼他，每当她下班回家时。即使她很生气，对他大喊大叫，因为他在学校表现不好，或者说她讨厌他，因为他总是设法惹上麻烦。
　　他不想说出来，但他有一部分感到难以置信的悲伤。为什么他的母亲不来和他说话呢？她为什么不理他？她已经忘记了他吗？他不知道，但他突然想哭。他的眼睛里充满了泪水，嘴唇颤抖了一下。他无意中开始抽泣，这似乎让男孩和费利克斯都感到惊讶。
　　当男孩终于意识到发生了什么事时，他迅速把手放在小男孩的肩膀上，轻轻地捏了一下。
　　“没关系，”他轻声说，不知道还能做什么。他试图想出一些东西来让他振作起来，但他甚至不知道这是否可能。最后，他决定采取行动——他把费利克斯拉进一个怀抱里，紧紧抱着他，同时低声安慰他。费利克斯把头埋在对方脖子的弯腰上，尽可能安静地哭泣。
　　过了一会儿，他完全流下了眼泪，从对方的肩膀上抬起头来。他仍然在嗅鼻涕，疯狂地眨着眼睛，但他现在更稳定了。
　　“我们下车吧，”男孩建议着，朝门口打手势。“我们可以坐在一起，直到它离开。费利克斯敬畏地抬起头，犹豫了一会儿就同意了。如果男孩提出坐在他旁边，那么也许，只是也许，一切都会好起来的。
　　他们静静地坐了几分钟，男孩在看书，费利克斯盯着窗外。当公共汽车终于到达他的大楼外时，费利克斯松了一口气，很高兴它结束了。
　　“谢谢，”他喃喃地说，揉了揉脸颊上的泪渍。“为了一切。不过，你不必这样做。
　　原文：F.
　　The first time he saw him, his heart was pounding so hard that he thought it would burst from his chest. He knew who he was, of course, every single person who ever made a passing glance at him and remembered the boy with red hair who\'d once sat in front of him on their bus home after school had finished. But for some reason, his mind hadn\'t been able to grasp exactly why someone like that would be talking to him, or even look at him. So when the boy said, \'Hey, I didn\'t know you were gonna be here today,\' his brain couldn\'t process what was actually happening until the sound of the boy\'s voice hit his ears.
　　His first instinct was to tell the stranger, \'I don\'t think I have ever seen you before, sorry.\' It wasn\'t entirely true. He did remember seeing the boy\'s face, because he\'d seen the boy before too, but that was about it. There was a strange sort of awkwardness that had taken over his body as soon as the boy spoke, making it difficult for him to answer any questions, especially if they seemed personal. And besides, the fact that this boy was sitting next to him was not helping.
　　So, instead, □□ stared at his shoes, trying to appear as calm as possible, hoping that the boy would simply go away and leave him alone. The boy didn\'t, though, and neither did he do anything else until the bus stopped. After that, he stood up and stretched a little bit, and finally, when his feet found the ground again, he looked back at Félix, who had only now realized how much taller the boy was than him.
　　\'You\'re shorter than me,\' the boy said matter of factly.
　　\'Yeah.\' Félix could feel himself blushing a little bit, which was new, since most people didn\'t bother looking down at him when they talked to him. Not that this one was doing anything to stop him; it was almost as if he wanted him to keep looking up.
　　\'Your name is Félix?\'
　　The boy asked, taking out a small piece of paper and writing it down on it. This surprised Félix slightly, because he hadn\'t expected anyone else to write anything down while they were still on a bus, and the boy continued speaking before he could ask him. \'And yours is…?
　　Félix opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, because for the first time since that day a few years ago, no words were coming to his lips. Instead, □□ nodded slowly. That\'s when he noticed something. He had never been called Félix before. No, that wasn\'t correct. His mother used to call him that all the time, whenever she came home from work. Even when she was angry and yelling at him for not doing well at school, or saying that she hated him because he always managed to get into trouble. But now… Now she barely said anything anymore.
　　He didn\'t want to say it, but there was a part of him that felt incredibly sad. Why wouldn\'t his mother come and talk to him? Why was she ignoring him? Did she forget about him already? He had no idea, but he suddenly felt like crying. His eyes filled with tears and his lip trembled a little bit. Without meaning to, he started sobbing, and that seemed to surprise both the boy and Félix.
　　When the boy finally realized what happened, he quickly put his hand on the smaller boy\'s shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.
　　\'It\'s okay,\' he said softly, without really knowing what else to do. He tried to think of something to cheer him up, but he didn\'t even know if that was possible. Finally, he decided to take action – he pulled Félix into an embrace, holding him close while whispering comforting things to him. Félix buried his head in the crook of the other\'s neck and cried as quietly as he could.
　　After a while, he was completely out of tears and he lifted his head from the other\'s shoulder. He was still sniffling and blinking furiously, but he was more stable now.
　　\'Let\'s get off this bus,\' the boy suggested, gesturing towards the door. \'We can sit together until it leaves.\' Félix looked up in awe, and after a moment\'s hesitation agreed. If the boy was offering to sit next to him, then maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.
　　They sat silently for a few minutes, the boy reading a book and Félix staring out the window. When the bus finally arrived outside his building, Félix sighed in relief, glad that it was over.
　　\'Thanks,\' he mumbled, rubbing the tearstains from his cheeks. \'For everything. You didn\'t have to do that, though.\'

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作者有话要说：　　这次是用字母F开头的