TeacherGwen 我们一起神翻译|4.15

I’d bring him lunch sometimes and find him looking for a pack of cigarettes on the shelves, a customer waiting on the other side of the oil-stained counter, Baba’s face drawn and pale under the bright fluorescent lights. The electronic bell over the door would ding-dong when I walked in, and Baba would look over his shoulder, wave, and smile, his eyes watering from fatigue.  

有时我给他带午餐去，会看到他在货架上找一包香烟，客人在带有油渍的柜台另一头等着，爸爸的脸在荧光灯下憔悴又苍白。当我进屋的时候，门上的电子铃铛会发出叮咚声，爸爸则会回头看我，招招手，然后微笑。他的眼睛因为疲惫而流泪。