当费兰克走进酒吧时,已经是半夜两点,酒吧的人少的可怜,老约翰不在,一个十几岁的姑娘一边擦拭着酒杯,一边目不转睛的盯着电视。费兰克静静走到吧台,电视里放着网球比赛,费兰克用手指轻轻敲了敲吧台。 It was already two o’clock in the middle of the night when Felix walked into the bar. The bar was pitifully absent. Old John was gone. A teenage girl wiped his glass as she stared at the television. Ferrank quietly walked to the bar, playing tennis on television, and Fei Lanke gently tap the bar with your fingers.