Would you maybe give us his phone n

Would you maybe give us his phone number?” John raised his eyebrows hopefully, “I just need to ask him. If he really saw nothing I won't bother him or you ever again, but if he did I would like to know what he saw. Is that okay with you?”
The woman nodded and vanished within her flat only to re-emerge a few moments later with a small note that had a phone number written on it. She held it out to John, but quickly pulled her hand back.
“I don't understand why you need to speak to him. They caught the man that did it,” the woman said hesitantly.
“It's personal,” Clara explained to her, “The man who died that night, he was a friend. We just want to know what really happened.”
She felt John squeeze her hand a little tighter and she understood it as a thank you for being here with him, for speaking when he was lost for words.
Finally the woman handed the note to Clara, smiling weakly. “Then I hope you find what you're looking for,” she said.
“Thank you,” Clara replied kindly.
John only nodded, a grateful but weak smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” John said to Clara after they had left the building. He closed his arms around her in a tight embrace and kissed her hair, “I couldn't have done this without you. What you've done for me I can never repay.”
“You could try,” she whispered, tightening her grip around his chest, “You could start with not letting me go.”
“Clara,” he sighed heavily, swaying her in their hug.

She remained silent as they walked back to the main street and took a taxi to fetch their bags and bring them to the train station. Clara refused his offer to have lunch before they left, not feeling particularly hungry. John kissed her again in the taxi and on the platform and once again after they had taken her seat and she was starting to regret asking him to pretend that everything was fine. With every time their lips touched she knew she would only miss him more when the kisses stopped. She rested her head against his arm, holding his hand throughout the entire ride home, drifting in and out of sleep and fighting back tears. Clara vowed not to cry. Not in front of John. It would only make him feel worse and that was the last thing that Clara wanted.

結果 (中文) 1:

将你也许给我们他的电话号码吗？"约翰希望抬了抬眉毛，"我只需要问问他。如果他真的什么也不会打扰他或你再也看，但如果他做了我想知道他看到了什么。没关系，和你一起吗？"那女人点了点头，消失在她的公寓内，只需重新出现几分钟后带一张小纸条，有了电话编号书面上它。她把它交给约翰，但很快拉开她的手。"不明白为什么你要和他说话。他们抓住了这样做的人，"那个女人犹犹豫豫地说。"这是个人，"克拉拉解释给她，"一名男子死亡那天晚上，他是一位朋友。我们只是想知道到底发生了什么"。她觉得约翰握她的手有点紧张，她明白这是在这里和他在一起，说不出话的时候谢谢你。最后那个女人把钞票交给了克拉拉，微弱地微笑。"然后，我希望你找到你在寻找什么，"她说。"谢谢你，"克拉拉请回答。约翰只点了点头，感激但虚弱的微笑，在他唇上。"谢谢你，"约翰对克拉拉说后他们离开了大楼。他关闭了胳膊搂住她紧紧地拥抱和亲吻她的头发，"我不能没有这你。你已经为我做我永远无法报答"。"你可以试试，"她低声说，收紧她握着他的胸膛，"你可以从开始不让我走。"克莱拉，"他叹了口气，她在他们的拥抱中摇曳。她沉默了，他们走回大街，把一辆出租车去取自己的行李并送到火车站。克莱拉拒绝了他离开了，要吃午饭之前，他们不觉得特别饿。约翰吻了她再一次在出租车上和在平台上，再一次后他们采取了她的座位上，她开始后悔问他假装一切都很好。每次他们的嘴唇触到她知道她只会想念他更多的吻停止时。她休息把头靠在他的手臂，整个整个骑车回家，握住他的手，漂泊的睡眠并忍住眼泪。克莱拉誓言不让自己哭。不在约翰。它只会让他感觉更糟，那是克拉拉想要的最后一件事。

結果 (中文) 3:

你能给我们他的电话号码吗？“他满怀希望地举起了他的眉毛，”我只需要问他。如果他真的看不到我再也不会打扰他了，但如果他真的想知道他看见了什么。你觉得好吗？“那女人点了点头，在她的公寓里消失了，只有一个小纸条，上面写着一个电话号码写在她身上。她把它拿出来，但很快就拉住她的手。“我不明白你为什么要跟他说话。他们抓住的人干的，”女人犹豫着说。“这是个人的，”克拉拉向她解释道，“那天晚上他死了，他是一个朋友。我们只是想知道究竟发生了什么。”她觉得他把手捏紧了一点，她明白这是一个感谢你和他在一起，因为他说的话，当他失去了语言。最后女人递给克拉拉，微笑弱。“那么我希望你找到你要找的东西，”她说。“谢谢，”克拉拉亲切地回答道。他只点了点头，一个感激的微笑，但他嘴唇上的微笑。“谢谢你，”在离开大楼后对克拉拉说。他紧紧的抱着她的胳膊，吻着她的头发，“我没能做到这一。你为我所做的，我永远无法报答你。”“你可以试着，”她低声说，“你可以开始不让我走了。”“克拉拉，”他重重地叹了口气，在他们的拥抱中摇晃着她。当他们走回大街上时，她仍然保持沉默，然后坐出租车去拿他们的行李，把他们带到火车站。克拉拉拒绝在他们离开之前吃午饭，而不是特别饿。在出租车和平台上，他又一次在出租车上又一次在他们的座位上再次亲吻她，她也开始后悔让他假装一切都很好。每当他们的嘴唇碰了碰她就知道她只会想念他更多的吻停止。她把头靠在他的胳膊上，手牵着他的手，在整个骑着家里，从睡眠中漂流，并与泪水战斗。克拉拉发誓不哭。不在前。这只会让他感觉更糟，这是克拉拉想要的最后一件事。