TeacherGwen 我们一起神翻译|9.22

The sheriff wanted to back out too. To stand in the sunlight outside of that place meant for housing wood, coal, kerosene — fuel for cold Ohio winters, which he thought of now, while resisting the urge to run into the August sunlight. Not because he was afraid. Not at all. He was just cold. And he didn't want to touch anything. The baby in the old man's arms was crying, and the woman's eyes with no whites were gazing straight ahead. They all might have remained that way, frozen till Thursday, except one of the boys on the floor sighed. As if he were sunk in the pleasure of a deep sweet sleep, he sighed the sigh that flung the sheriff into action. 警长也打起了退堂鼓。他想沐浴在屋外的阳光里，找寻建房木材、煤块、煤油作为燃料来应对俄亥俄州的严冬，他现在才想起这档子事儿，同时他也抗拒着奔向八月骄阳的冲动。不是因为他害怕了，一点也不。他只是冷。并且他一点儿也不想碰任何东西。老人怀里的宝宝还在哭泣，女人“不带眼白”的眼睛笔直地盯着前方。他们可能都想到了那种结局，一直冻到礼拜四，除了地板上其中一个男孩长出了一口气。似乎他还沉浸在美梦的喜悦里，也正是他这口气促使警长付诸了行动。