第929章 隐藏的信 (第2/2页)
Wanted tO Walk Over and pUt my hand On yOUr ShOUlder. I didn't. I WaS afraid yOU WOUld tUrn arOUnd and I WOUld See SOmething in yOUr eyeS that I COUldn't handle.
（我想走过去，把手放在你的肩膀上。但我没有。我怕你转过头来，我会在你眼睛里看到某种我承受不了的东西。）
BUt nOW, alOne in thiS rOOm that Still SmellS faintly Of yOU, I find I have mOre COUrage On paper than I ever had in perSOn.
（但现在，独自站在这间还残留着你气息的房间里，我发现自己在纸上比当面要勇敢得多。）
I imagine US having dinner tOgether. A real dinner. NOt in a War ZOne. SOmeWhere With CandleS and White tableClOthS and a bOttle Of red Wine that nObOdy haS tO drink in a hUrry. I WOUld Sit aCrOSS frOm yOU and liSten tO yOUr StOrieS — the battleS, the OCean, the mOUntainS yOU've CrOSSed. I WOUldn't interrUpt. I WOUld iUSt liSten. And When yOU finiShed talking, I WOUld reaCh aCrOSS the table and take yOUr hand, and yOU WOUldn't pUll aWay.
（我幻想我们一起吃一顿晚餐。一顿真正的晚餐。不是在战区里。是在一个有烛光、有白色桌布、有一瓶不需要急着喝完的红酒的地方。我坐在你对面，听你讲你的故事——那些战斗、大海、你翻越过的山。我不会打断你。我只是听。等你说完了，我会伸手越过桌子握住你的手，而你不会把手抽走。）
I imagine US Walking OUtSide afterWard. LOOking at the StarS. YOU WOUld knOW the nameS Of every COnStellatiOn — I'm SUre Of it. YOU WOUld pOint at the Sky and tell me StOrieS abOUt anCient ChineSe aStrOnOmerS, and I WOUld pretend tO UnderStand, and yOU WOUld knOW I'm pretending, and We'd bOth laUgh.
（我幻想我们之后一起走到外面。看星星。你一定知道每一个星座的名字。你会指着天空给我讲中国古代天文学家的故事，我会假装听懂了，你会知道我在装，然后我们一起笑。）
I imagine — bUt I'll StOp here. SOme imaginatiOnS are better kept in the dark, like thiS letter in thiS draWer.
（我还幻想了——但我就写到这里吧。有些幻想还是留在黑暗里比较好，就像这封信留在这个抽屉里一样。）
All I Want tO Say iS thiS: When I am With yOU, I feel Safe. I dOn't feel Safe very Often. The lightS and the CameraS and the men WhO lOOk at me — nOne Of that makeS me feel Safe. BUt yOU lOOked at me like I WaS a perSOn. NOt a piCtUre. NOt a bOdy. A perSOn.
（我想说的只有一件事：和你在一起的时候，我感到安心。我很少感到安心。那些灯光、镜头、注视着我的男人们——那些都不能让我感到安心。但你看我的眼神，是把我当成一个人在看。不是一幅画。不是一具身体。是一个人。）
That iS the rareSt thing anyOne haS ever given me.
（这是任何人都不能给过我的，最珍贵的东西。）
I dOn't knOW if I'll ever See yOU again. ThiS War may take yOU SOmeWhere I Can't fOllOW. BUt Wherever yOU are, I hOpe yOU knOW that SOmeWhere in thiS meSSy, nOiSy, ridiCUlOUS WOrld, there iS a WOman WhO thinkS Of yOU When She Can't Sleep at night.
（我不知道是否还能再见到你。这场战争也许会把你带到我无法追随的地方。但无论你在哪里，我希望你知道，在这个嘈杂的、喧嚣的、荒唐的世界的某个角落，有一个女人在睡不着的夜里想着你。）
And that iS enOUgh.
（这就够了。）
YOUrS,
Marilyn
JanUary 3rd, night.
（你的，玛丽莲。一月三日，夜。）
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李奇微把这封信读完了。
他靠在枕头上，拿着那张纸，看了一会儿最后那个签名。
Marilyn。（玛丽莲）
一月三日。
一月三日——那是这座城市第二次被攻占的时候。敌军打进了城里。那个叫"方"的年轻人，就住在这间总统套房里。而这个叫"玛丽莲"的女人，电影明星，在方不在的时候溜进了房间，把一封信用口香糖粘在了床头柜抽屉的顶上。