《AI也会写小说》yuanyuan安

29、英文2

　　翻译：这是一个炎热的一天。不是难以忍受，但足以让你出汗，感觉过热。即使微风从打开的窗户吹到你的脸上，毯子披在你的腿上，你发现自己希望有一把雨伞。或者至少是一件夹克。
　　天气是完美的，因为它通常是在这种日子里，不太热或太冷，但仍然足够宜人，使皮肤刺痛愉快。太阳出来了，天空湛蓝，晴朗无云，看不到云彩。没有什么可以遮挡你视线中的明亮光线，没有什么能阻挡光线反射出去的路。
　　这使得热量更加难以忍受;尽管在里面，你仍然可以感觉到汗珠沿着你的眉毛。你稍微拉扯着衬衫的领子，感觉它不舒服地粘在你的脖子上。你解开了顶部的几个按钮，让微风轻轻地吹到你的脖子后面。对镜子的快速瞥一眼表明，它并没有比你从压抑的气氛中解脱出来时做得更好。不过，这比像猪一样出汗要好。
　　你已经在你的房间里呆了好几分钟了，只是闲逛。当时是傍晚，这意味着午餐只能在大约一个小时左右的时间内供应。由于你是孤独的，所以除了现在放松之外，没有太多理由做任何事情。也许你可以小睡一会儿。你最近没有机会真正得到任何休息，在你的工作和即将开始发挥作用的新公寓之间。你不介意，不一定。你喜欢经常睡在床上。
　　你不知道当门打开时，你在那里坐了多久。
　　你的注意力立刻转向了那个人，坐起来，看着你的肩膀，等待着他们的到来。
　　\"欢迎回家，\"你说。
　　有一个穿着连帽衫的高个子，下摆藏起来，这样他们就不必在打开前门时弯下腰。他的眼睛上捂着头发，但看起来相当健康。你以为他一定是直接从医院来的，因为他全身都缠满了绷带，很可能是缝针。他的胳膊随意地搭在门框上，一边向前走，一边走进房子，一边抓住门框。
　　\"嗨，爸爸。\"
　　他听到这个称号后露出了笑容。他的眼睛短暂地游荡到你趴在地板上的地方。然后他来到你所在的地方，走过来坐在你旁边，仰面躺在你旁边。他把右手放在身后，把膝盖稍微抬起来，然后把脚放在你旁边的地板上。
　　\"你好吗，亲爱的？\"他问你。\"你感觉还好吗？我听说你昨天分娩了，事情进展顺利吗？\"他靠得离你更近一点，把自己放下来，所以他几乎躺在你身上。
　　你点了点头。\"我很好，谢谢。\"
　　\"很高兴听到，\"他说。\"他们有没有告诉我什么时候可以期待孩子？\"他向上看了一眼，微笑着。
　　\"还没有，\"你回答。\"但你一定很快就能看到她。只要给它时间。
　　\"你听起来不太乐观，\"他取笑你。\"你知道她会很漂亮，不是吗？\"
　　你叹了口气，微笑着。\"是的，我知道她会很漂亮。
　　一声笑声从他的嘴里逸出。\"她是。\"他停顿了一会儿，想着。\"那么事情进展如何呢？我们很快就会再见到你吗？他微微歪了歪头，低头看了你一眼。
　　你笑了一下。\"他们认为我们应该早日再见到对方，是的。也许比明天或下周更早，这取决于情况。
　　他的脸软了下来，一个可爱的眼神胜过了它。\"你做得很好，亲爱的，\"他告诉你。\"你在保持一切方面做得很好。我们俩都是。他伸出手拍拍你的肩膀。\"你做得很好，亲爱的。
　　\"我爱你，爸爸，\"你说，把手放在他的上面，轻轻地捏了捏。
　　\"我也爱你，\"他说。\"你一直如此努力，如此勤奋地工作。不要停止。继续推动这一切。我们希望您快乐。我们希望我们的孩子快乐。他对你灿烂地笑了笑。\"你做得很好，宝贝。
　　\"谢谢。\"
　　\"不客气。\"
　　你们俩默哀了一会儿，只是听着对方的呼吸。然后，过了一会儿，你说话了。
　　\"你怎么看，爸爸？\"
　　\"关于什么？\"
　　\"当然是宝贝。
　　\"哦。\"他轻轻地笑了笑。他把空闲的手放在你的肚子上。\"实际上，我不知道。她是什么样的性别？
　　\"男。她是个男孩。
　　\"啊，我明白了。\"他轻轻地笑了笑。\"好吧，我希望他或她是个好孩子。
　　\"我也是。\"
　　\"你认为他或她会成长为一个善良，善良，甜美，有爱心的人吗？\"
　　\"我知道他或她会的。
　　\"好吧。\"

　　原文：It’s a hot day. Not unbearably so, but enough to make you sweat and feel overheated. Even with the breeze blowing on your face from the open window and a blanket draped over your lap, you find yourself wishing for an umbrella. Or at least a jacket.
　　The weather is perfect as it usually is on this kind of day, not too hot nor cold but still pleasant enough to make the skin prickle pleasantly. The sun is out, the sky blue and clear and cloudless, and there are no clouds in sight. Nothing to obscure the bright rays from your view, nothing blocking the way of the light to reflect off of them.
　　This makes the heat even more unbearable; despite being inside, you can still feel sweat beading along your brow. You tugged at the collar of your shirt slightly, feeling it stick uncomfortably to your neck. You had left the top few buttons undone to let the breeze blow gently against the back of your neck. A quick glance in the mirror showed that it wasn\'t working much better than you did in getting relief from the oppressive atmosphere. Still, it was preferable to sweating like a pig.
　　You had been in your room for a good few minutes now, just lounging around. It was late afternoon, which meant that lunch would only be served in about an hour or so. Since you were alone, there wasn\'t much reason to do anything other than relax for now. You could take a nap, perhaps. You hadn\'t had a chance to really get any rest lately, between your job and the new apartment that was coming into play. You didn\'t mind, necessarily; you enjoyed sleeping in your bed every so often. But you had missed a week\'s worth of sleep, and it was starting to catch up with you now that you weren\'t constantly busy as a part of your work environment anymore. And that\'s what you were hoping to avoid.
　　You didn\'t know how long you\'d sat there when the door opened.
　　Your attention immediately turned towards whoever it was, sitting up and looking over your shoulder, waiting for their arrival.
　　\"Welcome home,\" you said.
　　There stood a tall figure in a hoodie, the hem tucked down so they wouldn\'t have to bend down very low while opening the front door. He had hair covering his eyes, but otherwise looked fairly healthy. You assumed he must\'ve come straight from the hospital since he was covered in bandages across his entire body, most likely from what looked like stitches. His arm rested casually around the door jamb, holding onto it as he stepped forward and into the house. His face wasn\'t visible though, only his nose poking through, barely sticking out above the edge of the doorway. Your heart rate picked up a little bit when he took his hoodie off, revealing a white tee beneath it. Then, the person walked further into the house, taking off the rest of their clothing and setting them by the door, and you realized who it was.
　　\"Hi, dad.\"
　　He gave you a grin upon hearing the nickname. His eyes wandered briefly to where you laid on your stomach on the floor. He then came to where you were, walking over to sit next to you, laying beside you on your back. He rested his right hand behind him and pulled his knees up slightly before resting his feet on the floor next to yours.
　　\"How are you, my dear?\" He asked you. \"Are you feeling alright? I heard you went into labor yesterday, were things going well?\" He leaned a little closer towards you, lowering himself so he was almost lying on top of you.
　　You nodded your head. \"I\'m fine, thank you.\"
　　\"That\'s great to hear,\" he said. \"Did they tell me anything about when I could expect the baby?\" He glanced upwards a moment, smiling.
　　\"Not yet,\" you replied. \"But you\'re sure to see her soon. Just give it time.\"
　　\"You don\'t sound too optimistic,\" he teased you. \"And you know she\'s going to be beautiful, don\'t you?\"
　　You sighed, smiling. \"Yes, I know she\'ll be beautiful.\"
　　A chuckle escaped his mouth. \"She is.\" He paused briefly, thinking. \"So how are things going on your end? Are we going to be seeing you again soon?\" He tilted his head slightly, glancing down at you.
　　You smiled a little bit. \"They think we should see each other again sooner rather than later, yes. Maybe sooner than tomorrow or next week, depending on the situation.\"
　　His face softened, and a fond look overtook it. \"You\'re doing so well, darling,\" he told you. \"You\'re doing such a good job of keeping everything together. We both are.\" He reached his hand out to pat your shoulder. \"You\'re doing so good, sweetheart.\"
　　\"I love you, daddy,\" you said, placing your hand on top of his and giving it a soft squeeze.
　　\"I love you too,\" he said. \"You keep working so hard, so diligently. Don\'t stop. Keep pushing through it all. We want you to be happy. We want our child to be happy.\" He smiled widely at you. \"You do so well, baby.\"
　　\"Thank you.\"
　　\"You\'re welcome.\"
　　The two of you shared a brief moment of silence, just listening to each other breathing. Then, after a while, you spoke.
　　\"What do you think, daddy?\"
　　\"About what?\"
　　\"The baby, of course.\"
　　\"Oh.\" He smiled softly. He placed his free hand on your belly. \"I don\'t know, actually. What kind of gender is she?\"
　　\"Male. She\'s a boy.\"
　　\"Ah, I see.\" He chuckled lightly. \"Well, I hope he or she is a good boy.\"
　　\"Me too.\"
　　\"Do you think he or she will grow into someone nice, kind, sweet, caring?\"
　　\"I know he or she will.\"
　　\"Alright.\"