双语读电影 《魔发奇缘》第08章 :我打算和你做个交易

“I know what you’re here for,” Rapunzel continued, brandishing her pan, “and I’m not afraid of you.”

“What?” Flynn answered, confused by it all. Who was this young woman with the hair that seemed to fill the room?

“Who are you and how did you find me?” Rapunzel asked him.

Flynn hesitated, and Rapunzel raised her pan. “Okay, okay, all right,” he said quickly, not wanting to be hit on the head again.

Flynn was now getting a better view of this young woman. She had striking green eyes, and her hair, though excessive, was a beautiful shining gold. She was beautiful. But what did she want from him?

Flynn tried to be charming. “I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say ... ? Hi.” Flynn raised an eyebrow and gave Rapunzel a devilish grin. “The name’s Flynn Rider. How’s your day going?”

Rapunzel had no idea what the man was trying to do, but he looked really weird. Maybe he was insane! “Who else knows my location, Flynn Rider?” Rapunzel demanded. She needed to know everything before she proceeded with her plan.

Flynn sighed. “I was ... in a situation, gallivanting through the forest. I came across your tower, and —” Flynn stopped short, filled with alarm. “Where is my satchel?”

“I’ve hidden it somewhere you’ll never find it,” Rapunzel said confidently.

But it only took about two seconds, during which he surveyed the room and glanced at Rapunzel, for Flynn to say: “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?”

How did he know? Rapunzel raised the pan. BANG! She hit him again. Rapunzel looked at the unconscious man and wondered if maybe she had overreacted just a bit. That pan seemed to be a very good weapon for knocking out ruffians. Quickly, she looked around to hide the satchel again, somewhere really good this time. She lifted a loose board in the stairs and stashed the satchel underneath.

A few minutes later, Pascal flicked his tongue into Flynn’s ear again and Flynn woke with a jump. “Would you stop that!” Flynn yelled, squirming.

Rapunzel just smiled and said, “Now it’s hidden where you’ll never find it.”

She paced around him, wrapping him ever more tightly in her long hair. She was definitely feeling more confident, knowing the power of the pan. “So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it?” she asked accusingly.” To sell it?”

“No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is get out of it,” Flynn said. “Literally.”

“Wait. You don’t want my hair?” Rapunzel asked in disbelief. Mother Gothel had always said that everyone would want to steal it.

“Why on earth would I want your hair?” Flynn asked. “Look, I was being chased, I saw a tower, and I climbed it. End of story.”

Rapunzel eyed him. If he didn’t want her hair, then she could trust him! Bracing herself, she got ready to take the next step in her plan.

“Okay, Flynn Rider,” she said finally. “I’m prepared to offer you a deal.”

“Deal?” Flynn said, willing to listen.

“Look this way,” she told him. Rapunzel headed toward the fireplace, her hair still wrapped around Flynn. His chair twirled like a spinning top.

“Do you know what these are?” she asked, stepping up on the mantel above the fireplace. She pulled back the curtain, revealing the mural of the floating lights.

Flynn nodded. “You mean the lantern thing they do for the Princess?”

“Lanterns?” Rapunzel gasped quietly. “I knew they weren’t stars!”