TeacherGwen 我们一起神翻译|3.31

A look of disgust swept across his rain-soaked face. It was the same look he’d give me when, as a kid, I’d fall, scrape my knees, and cry. It was the crying that brought it on then, the crying that brought it on now. “You’re twenty-two years old, Amir! A grown man! You...” he opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, reconsidered. Above us, rain drummed on the canvas awning. “What’s going to happen to you, you say? All those years, that’s what I was trying to teach you, how to never have to ask that question.”  

他历经过风吹雨晒的脸上，显露出厌恶的神情。和我儿时摔倒在地，擦伤膝盖而放声大哭时他显露的神情一模一样。以前是因为我的哭喊让他满脸厌恶，如今也是因为哭喊让他满脸厌恶。“你已经22岁了，Amir！已经是一个大人了！你……”他张开嘴，闭上，又张开嘴，再次思考。在我们头顶上，雨滴击打在帆布雨篷上。“你以后会变成什么样子？你自己说。这么多年来，我都在教导你怎样才能让我不像那样质问你。”