Bianca has an old radio. It makes no sound. On Saturday morning, she takes it to the repair café. The café is in the town library. It has long tables and many tools. Volunteers fix things for free. People wait with tea and small cakes.
比安卡有一台旧收音机，它不出声。周六早上，她把它带到了修理咖啡馆。咖啡馆在镇上的图书馆里，有长长的桌子和很多工具。志愿者们免费修东西，人们喝着茶、吃着小蛋糕等候。
A tall man waves at her. "Hello. I am Cyrus. Please sit here." Bianca puts the radio on the table.
一个高个子男人朝她挥手。“你好，我是赛勒斯。请坐这里。”比安卡把收音机放在桌上。
"It was my father's," she says.
“这是我父亲的，”她说。
"It is very old."
“它很旧了。”
Cyrus opens the back. He looks inside for a long time. "One wire is loose," he says.
赛勒斯打开后盖，看了很久。“有一根线松了，”他说。
"This is easy."
“这很容易。”
"Easy?" Bianca says.
“容易？”比安卡说。
"I tried for a week."
“我试了一个星期。”
Cyrus smiles. "Everything is hard until you see it." He holds the wire with a small tool. Then he turns a knob. The radio gives a loud noise. Then soft music fills the room.
赛勒斯笑了。“任何事在你看见之前都很难。”他用一件小工具按住那根线，然后转动旋钮。收音机先发出一阵刺耳的噪音，接着，轻柔的音乐充满了房间。
Bianca laughs. "It works! Thank you!"
比安卡笑了。“修好了！谢谢你！”
"Come back any time," Cyrus says.
“随时再来，”赛勒斯说。
"We are here every Saturday."
“我们每个星期六都在这里。”
The next Saturday, Bianca comes again. She has a wobbly stool. Cyrus fixes it in ten minutes. They talk about stools and radios and the town. He likes jazz. She likes old songs. They both like strong tea.
下一个周六，比安卡又来了。她带来一只摇摇晃晃的凳子，赛勒斯十分钟就修好了。他们聊着凳子、收音机和这座小镇。他喜欢爵士乐，她喜欢老歌，他们都喜欢浓茶。
Next, she brings a music box with no music. Cyrus finds a bent pin inside. Soon the box plays a slow tune. An older volunteer looks at them and smiles. She says nothing.
接着，她带来一个不会响的八音盒。赛勒斯在里面找到一根弯了的针。很快，八音盒就奏出一支缓慢的曲子。一位年长的志愿者看着他们，笑了笑，什么也没说。
The week after that, Bianca brings a bicycle bell. It does not ring. Cyrus fixes it with one drop of oil. Bianca rings it three times. People at the next table laugh.
再下一周，比安卡带来一只自行车铃，它不响了。赛勒斯滴了一滴油就修好了。比安卡按了三下，旁边桌子的人都笑了。
"You bring many broken things," the older volunteer says.
“你带来好多坏掉的东西啊，”年长的志愿者说。
"Is your house full of them?"
“你家里是不是堆满了？”
"Yes," Bianca says. Her face goes red.
“是的，”比安卡说，脸红了。
"Very full."
“堆得满满的。”
On Friday night, Bianca walks around her flat. She looks in every room. She wants one more broken thing. But the lamp works. The clock works. The door, the chairs, the window, the shoes, everything works. She sits on the bed. She feels a little silly.
周五晚上，比安卡在自己的公寓里走来走去，每个房间都看了一遍。她想再找一件坏掉的东西。可是台灯是好的，时钟是好的，门、椅子、窗户、鞋子，样样都是好的。她坐在床上，觉得自己有点傻。
On Saturday, she goes to the café with empty hands. She only takes her father's radio. It still plays well. Cyrus sees her and stands up. "Hello, Bianca. What is broken today?"
周六，她空着手去了咖啡馆，只带着父亲的收音机，它仍然播得很好。赛勒斯看见她，站了起来。“你好，比安卡。今天什么坏了？”
"Nothing," she says.
“什么都没坏，”她说。
"I looked everywhere."
“我到处都找过了。”
"Then why are you here?"
“那你为什么来？”
"For the tea," Bianca says.
“为了喝茶，”比安卡说。
"The tea is bad," says Cyrus. "Everyone knows that." They both laugh. Then Cyrus looks at his hands. He is quiet for a moment.
“这里的茶很难喝，”赛勒斯说，“人人都知道。”两人都笑了。然后赛勒斯低头看着自己的手，安静了一会儿。
"Today I have a problem," he says.
“今天我有个问题，”他说。
"It is not a small one."
“不是个小问题。”
"Show me," Bianca says.
“说来听听，”比安卡说。
"I want to have dinner with you. But I do not have a plan. I do not know the place or the day."
“我想和你一起吃晚饭，可是我没有计划。我不知道去哪里，也不知道哪一天。”
Bianca looks at him. Then she looks at the older volunteer. The woman pretends to read a book. Bianca puts the radio on the table. She takes a pen from her bag. She writes a restaurant name on a paper napkin. Under it, she writes Sunday, seven o'clock.
比安卡看着他，又看了看那位年长的志愿者。那位女士假装在看书。比安卡把收音机放在桌上，从包里拿出一支笔，在一张纸餐巾上写下一家餐厅的名字，下面写着：星期天，七点。
"Is that a good plan?" Cyrus asks.
“这算是个好计划吗？”赛勒斯问。
"It is an easy one," Bianca says.
“这是个简单的计划，”比安卡说。
"Everything is hard until you see it."
“任何事在你看见之前都很难。”
