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本期主播：黄茜-巴塞罗那自治大学传媒学博士
Sean-多伦多大学法学硕士
本期文章：暮光之城：《暮色》（Twilight）
第１３章《Confessions 表白》
录制地点：西班牙；加拿大

这是一期难度很大的节目，听友推荐了《暮光之城》 ；黄茜在西班牙...

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本期主播：黄茜-巴塞罗那自治大学传媒学博士
Sean-多伦多大学法学硕士
本期文章：暮光之城：《暮色》（Twilight）
第１３章《Confessions 表白》
录制地点：西班牙；加拿大

这是一期难度很大的节目，听友推荐了《暮光之城》 ；黄茜在西班牙，Sean在加拿大，备稿，录音；永清在中国后期制作。横跨欧洲，北美洲，亚洲，三个不同时区。准备时间近一个月，后期音频文件超过100个，用了四天的超过10个小时的时间后期制作，才完成今天的圣诞特辑，只愿在平安夜，和你温暖相遇。

平安夜的巴塞罗那，各大超市里，琳琅满目的图隆糖el turrón 早已上架，并且被摆在最显眼的位置，这是西班牙人圣诞期间必吃的甜点，有好几十种，相传是几百年前由摩尔人也就是阿拉伯人带入西班牙的。

平安夜的多伦多，街头虽然飘着雪，但裹在厚厚羽绒服里的行人脸上，却是充满了微笑和欢乐。早在一个月前，整座城市就迫不及待地用圣诞树和彩灯装点起公园、街道和商场，行走在街头更是常常会看到圣诞老人笑眯眯地和你打招呼。虽然对于圣诞老人究竟是哪国人还有着“国际”争议，许多加拿大人却早在心里把圣诞老人归为本国人了，谁让加拿大和北极挨着边呢。

在这样一个寒冷的冬夜，外面可能刮着刺骨的寒风，甚至飘着雪，你应该和最爱的人，不管是亲人，还是爱人在一起，互相拥抱，相互取暖吧。所以，大概符合这个气质的故事只有一个吧-《Twilight暮光之城》

美国作家斯蒂芬妮·梅尔（Stephanie Meyer）将吸血鬼、狼人、校园爱情、恐怖故事等精巧地杂糅在一起，构成了这一部奇幻的浪漫巨制。女主角Isabella是一名高中生，因为父母离异，将自己流放到福克斯这个偏僻且常年阴雨的小镇上，从此便彻底改变了她的人生轨迹，和吸血鬼男主Edward陷入一系列爱情漩涡。

今天，黄茜和Sean要为大家朗读的片段选暮光系列的开篇之作——《暮色》的第13章《Confessions 表白》。这是Edward和Bella的第一次单独约会，在静谧的森林里，Edward对Bella开诚布公，讲述他的前世今生，最重要的是，他们终于对彼此表达了这危险却如毒瘾般猛烈的爱意。

来听一听Sean是怎么演绎吸血鬼Edward, 黄茜又是怎么样演绎女主Bella的吧。

TWILIGHT
CHAPTER 13 CONFESSIONS
By Stephanie Meyer

"You see, every person smells different, has a different essence. If you locked an alcoholic in a room full of stale beer, he'd gladly drink it. But he could resist, if he wished to, if he were a recovering alcoholic. Now let's say you placed in that room a glass of hundred-year-old brandy, the rarest, finest cognac — and filled the room with its warm aroma — how do you think he would fare then?"
We sat silently, looking into each other's eyes — trying to read each other's thoughts. He broke the silence first.
"Maybe that's not the right comparison. Maybe it would be too easy to turn down the brandy. Perhaps I should have made our alcoholic a heroin addict instead."
"So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin."
"I mean, is there no hope, then?" How calmly I could discuss my own death!
"No, no!" He was instantly contrite. "Of course there's hope! I mean, of course I won't…" He left the sentence hanging. His eyes burned into mine. "It's different for us. Emmett… these were strangers he happened across. It was a long time ago, and he wasn't as… practiced, as careful, as he is now."
He fell silent and watched me intently as I thought it through.
"So if we'd met… oh, in a dark alley or something…" I trailed off.

"It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and —" He stopped abruptly, looking away. "When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us, right then and there. If I hadn't been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself." He paused, scowling at the trees. He glanced at me grimly, both of us remembering. "You must have thought I was possessed."
"I couldn't understand why. How you could hate me so quickly…"
"To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin… I thought it would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…"
He looked up then at my staggered expression as I tried to absorb his bitter
memories. His golden eyes scorched from under his lashes, hypnotic and deadly.
"You would have come," he promised.
I tried to speak calmly. "Without a doubt."
He frowned down at my hands, releasing me from the force of his stare. "And then, as I tried to rearrange my schedule in a pointless attempt to avoid you, you were there — in that close, warm little room, the scent was maddening. I so very nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily dealt with."
I shivered in the warm sun, seeing my memories anew through his eyes, only
now grasping the danger. Poor Ms. Cope; I shivered again at how close I'd come
to being inadvertently responsible for her death.
"But I resisted. I don't know how. I forced myself not to wait for you, not to follow you from the school. It was easier outside, when I couldn't smell you anymore, to think clearly, to make the right decision. I left the others near home — I was too ashamed to tell them how weak I was, they only knew something was very wrong — and then I went straight to Carlisle, at the hospital, to tell him I was leaving."

I stared in surprise.
"I traded cars with him — he had a full tank of gas and I didn't want to stop. I didn't dare to go home, to face Esme. She wouldn't have let me go without a scene. She would have tried to convince me that it wasn't necessary…" "By the next morning I was in Alaska." He sounded ashamed, as if admitting a great cowardice. "I spent two days there, with some old acquaintances… but I was homesick. I hated knowing I'd upset Esme, and the rest of them, my adopted family. In the pure air of the mountains it was hard to believe you were so irresistible. I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I'd dealt with temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who were you, an insignificant little girl" — he grinned suddenly — "to chase me from the place I wanted to be? So I came back…" He stared off into space.
I couldn't speak.
"I took precautions, hunting, feeding more than usual before seeing you again. I was sure that I was strong enough to treat you like any other human. I was arrogant about it."
"It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn't simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn't used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica's mind… her mind isn't very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn't know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating." He frowned at the memory.
"I wanted you to forget my behavior that first day, if possible, so I tried to talk with you like I would with any person. I was eager actually, hoping to decipher some of your thoughts. But you were too interesting, I found myself caught up in your expressions… and every now and then you would stir the air with your hand or your hair, and the scent would stun me again…"
"Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment — because if I hadn't saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don't think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, 'Not her.'"

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