双语读剧：Call me by ...（一）08:我立刻认出那种凝视
This alternation of running and swimming was simply his “routine” in graduate school. Did he run on the Sabbath? I joked. He always exercised, even when he was sick; he’d exercise in bed if he had to. Even when he’d slept with someone new the night before, he said, he’d still head out for a jog early in the morning. The only time he didn’t exercise was when they operated on him. When I asked him what for, the answer I had promised never to incite in him came at me like the thwack of a jack-in-the-box wearing a baleful smirk. “Later.”
Perhaps he was out of breath and didn’t want to talk too much or just wanted to concentrate on his swimming or his running. Or perhaps it was his way of spurring me to do the same—totally harmless.
But there was something at once chilling and off-putting in the sudden distance that crept between us in the most unexpected moments. It was almost as though he were doing it on purpose; feeding me slack, and more slack, and then yanking away any semblance of fellowship.
每天交替着游泳、慢跑只不过是他读研究生时的“例行公事”。安息日那天他跑步吗？我开玩笑问道。他始终保持运动的习惯，就算生病了也一样，必要时他会在床上运动。甚至连前一夜跟新对象上床，一大早他仍然去慢跑。他说唯一没运动那次是因手术的关系。我问他为什么动手术，那个我发誓决不再诱发他讲的答案如同面露奸笑的弹簧玩偶般“啪”的一声向我袭来。“回头再说。”
或许因为他喘不过气来，不想多话，或者他只是想专心游泳或跑步。或者这可能是他激励我再接再厉的方式，完全没有恶意。
然而在最意想不到的时刻，有些令人既寒心又反感的阻碍悄悄出现在我们之间。几乎像是故意的；他让我松懈、再松懈，然后使劲抽掉任何类似友谊的东西。
The steely gaze always returned. One day, while I was practicing my guitar at what had become “my table” in the back garden by the pool and he was lying nearby on the grass, I recognized the gaze right away. He had been staring at me while I was focusing on the fingerboard, and when I suddenly raised my face to see if he liked what I was playing, there it was: cutting, cruel, like a glistening blade instantly retracted the moment its victim caught sight of it. He gave me a bland smile, as though to say, No point hiding it now.
Stay away from him.
钢铁般冷酷的眼神总是一再回来。有一天，我在后花园游泳池畔那张“我的桌子”旁练吉他，他就躺在附近的草地上，我立刻认出那种凝视。我专注在指板上的时候，他一直盯着我看，等我突然抬起头来，想看看他是否喜欢我演奏的曲子，那种眼神又出现了：锐利、冷酷，像亮晃晃的刀刃，在被害人瞥见时旋即收回。他给我一个平淡的微笑，仿佛说：现在没必要隐藏。
要与他保持距离。
《请以你的名字呼唤我》
Perhaps he was out of breath and didn’t want to talk too much or just wanted to concentrate on his swimming or his running. Or perhaps it was his way of spurring me to do the same—totally harmless.
But there was something at once chilling and off-putting in the sudden distance that crept between us in the most unexpected moments. It was almost as though he were doing it on purpose; feeding me slack, and more slack, and then yanking away any semblance of fellowship.
每天交替着游泳、慢跑只不过是他读研究生时的“例行公事”。安息日那天他跑步吗？我开玩笑问道。他始终保持运动的习惯，就算生病了也一样，必要时他会在床上运动。甚至连前一夜跟新对象上床，一大早他仍然去慢跑。他说唯一没运动那次是因手术的关系。我问他为什么动手术，那个我发誓决不再诱发他讲的答案如同面露奸笑的弹簧玩偶般“啪”的一声向我袭来。“回头再说。”
或许因为他喘不过气来，不想多话，或者他只是想专心游泳或跑步。或者这可能是他激励我再接再厉的方式，完全没有恶意。
然而在最意想不到的时刻，有些令人既寒心又反感的阻碍悄悄出现在我们之间。几乎像是故意的；他让我松懈、再松懈，然后使劲抽掉任何类似友谊的东西。
The steely gaze always returned. One day, while I was practicing my guitar at what had become “my table” in the back garden by the pool and he was lying nearby on the grass, I recognized the gaze right away. He had been staring at me while I was focusing on the fingerboard, and when I suddenly raised my face to see if he liked what I was playing, there it was: cutting, cruel, like a glistening blade instantly retracted the moment its victim caught sight of it. He gave me a bland smile, as though to say, No point hiding it now.
Stay away from him.
钢铁般冷酷的眼神总是一再回来。有一天，我在后花园游泳池畔那张“我的桌子”旁练吉他，他就躺在附近的草地上，我立刻认出那种凝视。我专注在指板上的时候，他一直盯着我看，等我突然抬起头来，想看看他是否喜欢我演奏的曲子，那种眼神又出现了：锐利、冷酷，像亮晃晃的刀刃，在被害人瞥见时旋即收回。他给我一个平淡的微笑，仿佛说：现在没必要隐藏。
要与他保持距离。
《请以你的名字呼唤我》
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