于是这标题似乎跟内容没有一点关系？（大雾
哥哥我表示我搬运的很内流……
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弗朗西斯    CN       安柒
摄影       ***       敏宝
后期       ***       安柒
文案（？） ***     安柒
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正片开始～
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这是第几次了呢？
躺在社区公园的草坪上，弗朗西斯皱着眉头是这么想道。
又一次被亚瑟赶出来，心情真是……非常的好啊。
This is the first times out?
Lying on the lawn of the community park, is thought Francis Road, frowning.
Arthur was again driven out, and I feel really ... ... is a Well.


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不过……每一次回去，心情多会特别的好呢？
是因为小亚瑟总是会一脸揶揄的满足自己层出不穷（？）的要求而不会把自己推开吗？
也许吧……也许。
But every time ... ... back, and I feel more will be special to you?
Arthur will always be small because his face endless ridicule of meeting their (?) Requirements not to make their push it?
Maybe ... ... maybe.


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弗朗西斯笑着站起了身，走着走着就到了一幢漆着红砖的建筑物。
这里似乎很熟悉……唷，似乎我就是在这里遇到那只别扭到死的小傲娇的吧？
Francis smiled stood up, walked to a paint on a red brick building.
There seems to be very familiar with ... ... yo, it seems that I am here to die awkward encounter Na Zhi Jiao little proud of it?


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那天他们就是这样站在窗台。
他在对面。
他在他的对面。
That day they are stand like this in the window.
he in opposite.
he in his opposite.



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隔着窗户。
Across the windows.

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窗台上仿佛还留着他的影子。那么模糊又那么清晰，深深的烙印在弗朗西斯的脑海里。
似乎就是那个时候突然对他产生了兴趣吧？
Windowsill as if still sported his shadow. So vague and so clear, deep scar in Francis's mind.
Seems to be that time he suddenly became interested in it?


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仿佛伸出头去，就能够听到自己心爱的人在楼底下大吼：
“弗朗西斯你这个混蛋快点给我死下来啊！！”
而现在的窗台却没有人。
As if his head out to, we can hear their loved one in the downstairs shouted:
"Francis, you jerk to me soon die down ah!!"



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底下的池塘水却已经不再是往常的清澈了。
The bottom of the pond water is no longer clear, the usual


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弗朗西斯坐在围栏上，盯着湖面似乎在沉思。
Francis sat on the fence, staring at the lake seemed to meditate.


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池底的鱼在水面上汇集着争食，在阳光的反射下传出灿烂得晃眼的光芒。
——就像亚瑟的眼睛一样。
Bottom fish in the water pool was fought over in the sun's reflection was dazzling under the bright light came.
- As Arthur's eyes, people see no way after further away.


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树下的花开了。
一大片一大片，不太招摇却让人舍不得移开自己的视线。
一如他的睡颜。
这么想着，弗朗西斯低下头，温柔的吻上了自己手上稚嫩的花朵。
“亚瑟。Je t'aime。”
“Never, never。”
你会一直等着我的吧？
Under the tree blossoms.
A large a large, but less swagger makes it hard to remove their line of sight.
Yan, as he slept.
Such thinking, Francis lowered his head, his snout soft tender hands of the flowers.
"Arthur. Je t'aime."
"Never, never."
You will always be waiting for me, right?