丝帐许久没有换过了。 她半夜入不了眠，睁开眼睛，便看到床边垂下的帐面，

丝帐许久没有换过了。
她半夜入不了眠，睁开眼睛，便看到床边垂下的帐面，在月光下看着有一死暗淡。原来可是丝丝的带着光亮，好像最白的银拉出来的丝一般。
果然再好的东西，也总是由好往坏了去。
以往一过立秋，她就会亲自拆下这块帐头，亲自去漂洗，她知道这东西的脾气，得小心伺候着，一寸一寸地过水。
如今不让她下床，这东西没人伺候了，倒也显得越来越不值当被这么细心对待起来。
也许，下一个立秋的时候，才有人敢动这个东西，但那个人，必然不是自己了。
中午大夫和他说的那些话，虽然是在屋外，但是她还是听到了几分，自己的病，不知道还有多少日子可熬。
她舒了口气，胸中的那丝痛楚似乎好了一些。多少日子了？她记不清楚，病中人，数不得日子，她娘自小就是这么教她的，她自小多病，不数日子，不管病了多久，也只算作一日。想起来没有那么痛楚。
可是，自己不数日子可以，他却不会不数。
比起自己的痛苦来，她心中那丝隐痛，更多来自于他，这些痛楚的日子，自己一个笨女人能忘记，那个聪明的男人，却记的好比刀刻一样。
以前当她还是个小丫头的时候，面摊之前吃面的那些个背着货囊帐袋的，老娘嘴巴里的精明男人，却没有一个是开心的样子，似乎是有理由的。
她看着那丝帐，思绪又抽了回来。苏州来的师傅裁剪的帐帘用了心思，垂摆的地方很不相同。帐帘的钩子带着翡翠镶嵌的挂条，黄金的部分透雕着鸳鸯。她曾经觉得士气，不过帐钩这东西能做的如此精细，市面上也少见。没的可挑，也就带了回来，和这特别的丝帐放在一起，倒也般配。
下一个帮他洗丝帐的人，会是什么样子呢？这东西价值连城，总不会损毁掉，他也颇喜欢这帐子的质地，应该会留下吧？留下来，总要清洗。
要不要给那个人留一封信呢？她又想，留了，她会不会觉得自己多事？
她心中有些忐忑，有些不开心，又有些担心。
她忽然很不想别人碰这件丝帐，脏就脏点呗，她就想这东西永远挂在这里。
有些心痛，如果可以，她想能够一直这样下去，就算病好不了，一辈子只能躺着，但能每天看到他，她也不想离开。
恍惚中，她又想起了他救她的那一刹那，她被人架在肩膀上，面前是可怕而不可知的命运，她已经绝望了，那个时候，她看到了他，好像看到了最后一根救命稻草。
然后他就来了，她看着他犹如天神一样从天而降，挡在了他们面前。之后的每一句话，她现在都记的清清楚楚。
“你常跟在我身边吧，没人敢欺负你。”
“真的？”
“我这个人，对女人说的话，绝对不会食言。”
他确实做到了，她心想，可惜他没有想到，她能看到的一辈子，却不是他的一辈子。
子夜，她默默下了床，身边的他静静的躺着，在她的身边，他总是可以睡的很沉，她小心翼翼的不发出声音，一点一点地把丝帐拆了下来，在院子中清洗。
病弱的身体，已经很难用出力气，每一次动作，都牵动着她胸口的痛楚，她洗着，脸色越来越苍白，头发凌乱的垂下来。她用湿润的手去扶去脸上的碎发，看不清，眼角的是沾上的水，还是她的泪。
最后一次，她告诉自己，还是要像往常一样。
她没有看到二月红站在屋内看着她，他根本就没有睡觉。
两个人都没有惊动对方，安安静静地，站在同一片月光下。

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Account has not changed for a long time. She's not into sleeping in the Middle, and opened his eyes, we can see that hanging by the bed book, watched die in the Moonlight dimmed. But silk with light, like most white silver out of silk. Sure enough, it is a good thing, always go from good to bad. After the beginning of autumn in the past, she would personally remove this account, go to rinse, she knows it's temper, care, and inch by inch over the water. Now I don't get her out of bed, this thing is not to be waited on, it becomes more and more is not worth being treated so carefully. Maybe, next autumn, when nobody dared to move this thing, but the man certainly is not. At noon the doctor and he said that, although it is outside the House, but she heard a few minutes later, his illness, did not know how many days you can get through it. She sighed, chest pain that seems to be a little better. How many days? She don't know, sick people, not days, her mother is teaching her since childhood, she was sick, not counting the days, no matter how long ill, are only counted as one day. Remembered not so pain. However, not counting the days, he was not. Compared to the pain, the pain in her heart, more from him, these days of pain, I can forget a stupid woman, the wise men, but remember like a knife. Previously when she was a little girl when noodle noodles before those carrying a cargo of capsular bag of the PAC, the wise man in my mouth, but no one is happy look, seems to be justified. She looked at the accounts, thoughts had come back. Suzhou master cut drapery with a heart, vertical pendulum is not the same. Drapery hooks hang with jade inlay, gold part carved with Mandarin ducks. She used to think that the morale, posting hook this thing can do fine, rare on the market. Not to be chosen, are back, and put together this special account, but also perfectly. Next person to help him wash silk accounts, what can it be? This stuff is priceless and will not be damaged, he also likes the texture of the curtains, it should stay? Stay, always clean. A letter addressed to that person or not? She wanted to, she will feel much? Some fear in her heart, some unhappy and worried. She suddenly not want to touch the wire accounts, dirty dirty, she want it hanging here forever. Some heartache, if possible, she wants to keep it that way, even if it isn't, life can only lie, but I can see him every day, she did not want to leave. In a trance, she remembered the moment he saved her, she was on the shoulder, is dire and unknowable destiny before, she was desperate, and when she saw him, I saw the last straw. And then he came, as she looked at him as if God fell from the sky, stand in front of them. After every sentence, she is now clearly in mind. "You always by my side, no one dares to bully you. ” "Really? ” "This man, he said to the woman, and won't break his word. ” He did, she thought, but he didn't think, she can see all my life, but not his life. At midnight, she got out of bed, he lay quietly around, by her side, he was always able to sleep like a log, she carefully does not produce sound, 1.1 accounts removed the wire down in the yard cleaning. Sick body, has been difficult to use the strength, every action affects pain in her chest, she washed her face grow pale, messy hair hanging down. She use wet hands to help the hair from his face, not clear, his eyes are stained with water, and her tears. The last time, she told herself, still as usual. She did not see the February red looked at her standing inside the House, he did not sleep at all. Both men did not disturb each other, quietly, standing under the same moon.

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

Wire account not changed a long time.
Into the middle of the night she could not sleep, he opened his eyes, he saw hanging bedside book, looking at the moon with a dead faint. However, with a trace of the original light, like most white silky silver pull out.
Sure enough, no matter how good things always go from good to bad.
Beginning of autumn in the past is over, she will personally remove this account first, to go and rinsing, she knew this thing temper, be careful ready for him, inch by inch over the water.
Now let her get out of bed, something that no one wait on, the idea is becoming more and more not worth being so careful to treat them.
Perhaps, next autumn, when people have dared to touch this thing, but personally, not necessarily himself.
At noon the doctor and he said those words, though in the house, but she heard a little, their disease, do not know how many days can boil.
She sighed, chest pain that wire seems a bit better. How many days it? She can not remember, the human disease, the number may not be the day, her mother taught her childhood is so, she was brought up sick, not a few days, no matter how long the disease, only count as one day. I think of it not as pain.
However, they do not count the days can be, but he does not count.
Compared to their pain, the pain in her heart that wire, more from him, these painful days, himself a stupid woman could forget, the wise man, but remember like Daoke same.
Ago when she was a little girl, when eating noodles one of those carrying goods capsular bag account, his aging mother's mouth before noodle shrewd man, but no one is happy look, seems to be justified.
She looked at the silk tent, his thoughts and drew back. Suzhou to master trimmed drapery with the mind, very different place hanging pendulum. Drapery hooks hanging strips inlaid with jade, gold openwork part of the duck. She had felt morale, but posted hook this thing can do so fine, there are also rare. Not to be picked, it brought back, and this special silk tent together, the idea is a good fit.
Next to help him wash silk tent people like? This is something priceless, out of the total will not be damaged, he is also quite liked the texture of this curtain, you should stay here? Stay, always clean.
Do you want to give that person left a letter for me? She wants to stay, she will not feel troubled?
Her mind some apprehension, some are not happy, and a little worried.
She suddenly really do not want others to touch this wire account, dirty, dirty spots on the chanting, she wanted this thing to hang in here forever.
Some heartache, and if so, she wanted to be able to keep it that way, even if the disease no better, life can only lie, but to see him every day, she did not want to leave.
Trance, she remembered the moment he saved her, she was upon his shoulders, in front of a terrible and unknown fate, she was desperate, and that when she saw him, seemed to see the last one straw.
Then he came up, she looked at him like a god, like heaven, stand in front of them. Every sentence, she now remember clearly after.
"You always follow me around it, no one would dare to bully you."
"Really? " "
I'm the man, the woman say, will not go back. "
He really did it, she thought, but he did not think She can see life, but not his life.
Midnight, she quietly got out of bed, he lay quietly around, at her side, he can always sleep very heavy, she gingerly no sound, little by little, split down the silk tent, Cleaning in the yard.
Sick body, has been difficult with the effort, every action affects all of her chest pain, wash her, his face more pale, disheveled hanging. She with wet hands to help him to his face broken hair, see, his eyes are stained with water, or her tears.
The last time, she told herself, or to as usual.
She did not see the red in February stood at her house, he did not sleep.
Two people do not disturb each other, quietly, standing with a moonlight.

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

The wire is not changed for a long time.. She could not sleep at night, opened his eyes, he saw the bed under the book, in the moonlight at a dead faint. But the slightest with bright, as if the white silver wire general. It's always good to go bad to the good..
the previous autumn has arrived, she will personally remove this account, personally to rinse, she knows something that temper, to be served, one inch inch over the water. Now
don't let her get out of bed, this thing no one to wait, but also appears more and more is not worth being so careful. Maybe, when the next autumn,Someone who dared to move this thing, but that person, not himself. At noon the doctor and his words, although outside the house, but she heard a bit, their own disease, do not know how many days can boil. She sighed, chest pain that seemed to get better. How many days? She can't remember, disease, not days, her mother since childhood is so taught her, she was sick, not counting the days, regardless of disease for a long time only count as one day. It doesn't hurt to think.. However, I can not count the days, but he will not number.
than your pain, that pain in her heart,More from him, the pain of the day, a stupid woman can forget, the smart man, but remember the same as the knife engraved.
before when she still a little girl, stand before eating face those carrying capsule goods account bag of, mother mouth shrewd man, but did not a happy appearance seems to be have reason. She looked at that
account, and drew back the thoughts. Suzhou to the master cutting out the curtain with the idea, the place is quite different. The curtain hooks with jade inlaid hanging part, engraved gold Mandarin ducks. She used to feel the morale, but the hook can do so fine.,Rare market. Can not pick, is back, and this special account wire together, but also. What is it like to be the next person to help him wash his bill? This is something very valuable, not damaged out, he also liked the curtains of the texture, should leave? Stay, always wash.. Shall I leave a letter for the man? She thought, she left, feel much?
her heart some apprehension, some unhappy, and some worry. She suddenly don't want others to touch the silk curtains, dirty dirty little chant, she think it is always hanging here. Some heartache if you can,She wanted to be able to go on like this, even if the disease is good, a lifetime can only lie, but can see him every day, she also do not want to leave.
in a trance, she remembered he saved her the moment she was racks on the shoulder, the in front is terrible and unknown fate, she was desperate and that when she saw him, seemed to see the last straw.
Then he came, she looked at him like a God in front of them drop from the clouds. Every word she has now, she is clearly remembered. "You are always with me, no one dares to bully you." "Really?" I am this man,The woman said, absolutely not." He did, she thought, but he did not think, she can see a lifetime, but not his life.
midnight, she quietly out of bed, lying beside him quietly, in her side, he can always sleep very Shen, she is careful not to sound, a bit by bit to silk account removed and washing in the yard.
a sick body, has been difficult to use the strength, every action affects the pain in her chest, her wash, face more pale, messy hair hanging down. To help her to face the hair with wet hands, see,