【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第三章 英语原文(22)
“You weren’t complaining when those plants kept you from dehydrating in that desert.”
“The desert you got us lost in!”
George passed under a branch, ignoring Sapnap’s yelp of pain as that same branch whipped back and connected with his forehead.
“You fucker,” Sapnap yelled after him. “I should have let you die in that sandstorm.”
It was a familiar thing, a reliable thing. Over the years, George had come to tolerate it and—though he’d never say it out loud, even under whatever threat Sapnap could spend all his creativity concocting—he’d even come to enjoy it. It was a simple, petty truth: it was fun, annoying Sapnap, and it made George laugh. What other reason did he need to do it?
Still ignoring Sapnap’s shouting, George made his way through the forest, breathing in the cool air. He let his fingers trail over the trees as he went, finding comfort in the way the rough bark scraped against his skin. This, too, was a familiar thing. George wondered at what point he’d begun to think of Sapnap and the forests with the same affection.
He found the river easily enough. It was a stiller and smaller than George expected, but he didn’t mind. When he walked to the edge, shook off his boots and sunk his feet into the water, it was still as cold as he wanted it to be. He let himself sigh and lay back against the grass of the riverbank, thinking one word, over and over, like a prayer. Home, home, home.
“The desert you got us lost in!”
George passed under a branch, ignoring Sapnap’s yelp of pain as that same branch whipped back and connected with his forehead.
“You fucker,” Sapnap yelled after him. “I should have let you die in that sandstorm.”
It was a familiar thing, a reliable thing. Over the years, George had come to tolerate it and—though he’d never say it out loud, even under whatever threat Sapnap could spend all his creativity concocting—he’d even come to enjoy it. It was a simple, petty truth: it was fun, annoying Sapnap, and it made George laugh. What other reason did he need to do it?
Still ignoring Sapnap’s shouting, George made his way through the forest, breathing in the cool air. He let his fingers trail over the trees as he went, finding comfort in the way the rough bark scraped against his skin. This, too, was a familiar thing. George wondered at what point he’d begun to think of Sapnap and the forests with the same affection.
He found the river easily enough. It was a stiller and smaller than George expected, but he didn’t mind. When he walked to the edge, shook off his boots and sunk his feet into the water, it was still as cold as he wanted it to be. He let himself sigh and lay back against the grass of the riverbank, thinking one word, over and over, like a prayer. Home, home, home.
香蜜第三次灵修原文描写
