I love Zhang Bao with the same translation

Alan Hunt had been in the studio for an hour, anxiously waiting for the door to knock on the door. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He was standing in front of the wide window when there was a knock on the door, his figure reflected in the rain. When the door opened, he was still unmoved.

He thought: Joan never told him where she was going every time she left home. It seemed to make him feel a little embarrassed at the thought of it, and he didn't have to think any further, as if her conscience was tormenting her. Now, he could feel her eyes watching him. It was a pair of indifferent reddish-brown eyes. The clank of the car keys in her hand made the nails of his fingers pinch deep into his palms.

"I'm going to Helen's house for a while. She said.

He nodded, but wanted to shout out loud in his heart: You can go wherever you want, why bother to say it to me.

"Helen asked me to match the colors of her nursery. Joan explained.

Why did she remind him that Bill and Helen were about to have a baby?

"Do you want me to bring something for you in town?"

"No, nothing, thank you. He said half-coldly.

As he watched Joan's sports car sped away, lead-gray clouds swept over the mountains, winds whipped houses, branches whizzing and swishing leaves. He wondered if her visit to Helen was a deliberate cover-up attack on him...... to vent their resentment and dissatisfaction with the reality of their lives without biological children. Two years ago, he would have thought it ridiculous to mention that their relationship would develop into a cold war of failures and disappointments. He remembers how Joan convinced him that having children was actually crucial when the doctor's diagnosis dashed their hopes. She insisted that as long as they had each other, that was all that mattered. These words are deep and comforting.

But there is still a difference, after all, and this distinction has become more and more obvious as the years have passed. He felt that he was suppressing an unforgettable sadness. He couldn't help but reproach himself.

His most painful moment was when he truly realized that there was a possibility of losing Joan, and that some external influence might take Joan away from him. Even now, even though she thought he didn't know about it, he felt that there was some kind of estrangement between them. She was quietly departing from his side, fidgeting at it, even though he didn't want to admit it.

He illustrated for a magazine and wrote fluently and skillfully. He squeezed the last bit of sky blue out of the lead pipe and brushed it off with his pen, but it wasn't enough to paint the sky he wanted to paint, and the deadline for handing in the painting was approaching, but he was thinking about what Joan was going to bring back to him in the city.

Helen March picks up Alan's call, but when she hears that he's looking for Joan, she can't help but be confused.

"She may have stopped on a certain stretch of road to your house," Allen explained, "Can you tell her to help me buy a big tube of sky blue when she gets home?"

"Okay," said Helen, "when did she decide to come to my house?"

Alan grabbed the microphone and said, "As far as I know, Joan is going to pick the colors for your nursery. ”

Helen laughed and said, "It's early, Alan. We don't even know if we're going to have a boy or a girl. ”

"I see," he muttered, his voice must have been nervous, "maybe I'm mistaken." ”

"Then why don't you two come to us lately?" suggested Helen, "we haven't seen you for two months, and let me think, oh, Joan hasn't been with me for at least three weeks." ”

He tried to resist the urge to drop the microphone and rush out of the room, but ended the conversation politely. Did the situation they ask really come to this point? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't erase the memory in his heart. Those small things were all written down by him. She went out alone three times in the middle of the week, each time saying that she was going to Helen's house to help, and it was all at the same time...... If this afternoon this at the same time. Could this not be a date? This suspicion began to make him nervous, but there was one problem that could not be ignored. How long has this been happening?

By the time he staggered up to the penthouse, the reason for Joan's estrangement from him was already clear. He didn't feel resentment or resentment, he just felt a void in his heart that could no longer be filled.

He collapsed on the couch, gazing through the skylight at the gray sky, and then his eyes scanned the room, stopping at the sketches in charcoal, watercolor, or oil, many of which featured Joan as a model.

"What now?" he asked himself sadly. Will he make a big deal with her, or will he just pretend that he doesn't know anything and go on for a while, hoping that when this matter is over, she will come back to him? Well, they have only one way, and of course the most difficult one for them to accept. That would hurt herself, but at least it would set her free, give her a chance to find happiness, and achieve the goals she pursued and longed for as a woman. A clear breakup, he thought, might be a better sign that he put her happiness above all else.

The studio was cold and dim, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, he realized that he had slept for more than an hour. Joan pressed her face against his, and she woke him up with a kiss.

"I'm sorry, dear, I'm back late. She whispered, "I'm past the expected time." ”

Alan felt exhausted and speechless.

"How are you?" she asked.

"What tones did you and Helen blend?" he said, trying to make his voice seem casual.

Joan moved closer to him a little more, her hair smelling fresh and damp. He resisted the urge to avoid her.

"I'm going to confess one thing to you," she whispered, "I lied to you...... I didn't go to Helen's house. ”

He ruthlessly told himself that she had to confess the truth at least without force, and that he should respect her for that.

"I hope you don't get mad at me. She quietly continued, "I, I've gone somewhere else." ”

He realized her hesitation. "I want to tell you," she replied, "but, you, you seem to be bothered by something. I don't know why, and I don't know now, but naturally, I still want to mention it to you after I have absolute confidence in my feelings. ”

"Don't say it," he interrupted, "I don't care who that person is or how you know each other. As long as I can make you happy, I will not stop you. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued, "I understand that. I knew about that. ”

She lifted her head and said, "How would I know? She kissed him on the forehead and said, "But anyway, your reasoning is not accurate, it's not him, it's her." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she explained, "you know I've always wanted a girl. ”

He was about to interject, but she blocked his lips with her cold fingers. "I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. Joan continued, "I think you will too, she's a cute little thing, just like yours." That's why I love her so much. ”

"You little fool!" he said softly, holding her tightly in his arms.

"You're going to squeeze me in half," she gasped, "of course," she added, "and the orphanage administrator said she would have to interview the child's future parents before she could formally apply for adoption." So, I can't help but tell you about it. ”

She paused uncertainly, estimating his reaction, "Alan, you're not angry, are you?"

He didn't speak, just held her face with both hands and kissed it forgetfully.