Chapter 12 5 Car and Driver (1)

The car that came to pick me up came at four o'clock as announced.It's as accurate as telling a clock.The girl pulled me out of the deep cave of sleep.I went to the bathroom and flushed my face.Yet the drowsiness did not subside.I yawned three times as I took the elevator down to the downstairs.Yawning as if telling someone something, except that it was me who was telling and being told. The huge car floated on the road in front of the building like a submarine.It's as if a modest little family is big enough to live under the hood of that huge car.The window panes are dark blue, and the inside cannot be seen from the outside.The bodywork is really a very nice black paint, not a speck of dust from the bumper to the wheel covers.

Next to the car, a middle-aged driver wearing a clean white shirt and an orange tie stood with a straight posture.Really punctual driver.When I approached, he opened the car door without saying anything, and closed the door after seeing that I was definitely seated.Then he got into the driver's seat and closed the door.All of this only makes the same level of sound as when new playing cards are turned over one by one.Compared with the 15-year-old VW Beetle that my friend transferred to me, it is as quiet as wearing earplugs and sitting under the lake. The decoration in the car is also very simple.Like most car decorations, it is definitely not in good taste, but it is true that it is not simple.In the center of the wide back seat is a handsome push-button phone, and beside it are a set of silver lighters, ashtrays and cigarette boxes.There is a folding table and a small cabinet behind the driver, where you can write something or have a simple meal.The air from the air conditioner is quiet and natural, and the carpet on the floor is soft.

When I came to my senses, the car was already moving, and it felt like I was sitting in a big golden basin and gliding on the surface of a quicksilver lake.I tried to imagine how much this car cost, but it was useless.Because everything is beyond the scope of my imagination. Do you want to listen to some music?said the driver. Try to listen to it if you want to sleep.I said. OK The driver fumbled under the seat for a cassette tape and pressed a button on the dashboard stereo.A sonata for unaccompanied cello flows out quietly from a trumpet that is cleverly hidden somewhere.A song that is too good to say, a voice that is too good to say.

Do you use this car to pick up and drop off guests every time?I try to ask. Yes.The driver answered cautiously. This has been the case lately. oh?I said. It turned out to be a special car for Mr.The driver said after stopping for a while.The driver is much friendlier than he appears.But since I didn't feel well this spring, I no longer go out, but it's a pity to let the car idle.And I think you also know that if the car is not moved regularly, the performance will be reduced. I see.I said.Well, it's not a secret that the husband is not feeling well.I pulled a cigarette out of the cigarette case to watch.There is no brand name, homemade non-filter cigarettes, and when you take it close to your nose and smell it, there is a smell close to Russian tobacco.I hesitated for a moment, is it smoking?Or keep it in your pocket?Finally changed my mind and put it back.The center of the lighter and cigarette case is engraved with delicate patterns.It is the pattern of sheep.

sheep? Because I thought it was useless to think about anything, I shook my head and closed my eyes.Since the afternoon when I first saw the picture of that ear, many things have begun to seem out of my hands. How long will it take to reach the destination?I try to ask. Thirty to forty minutes, depending on how crowded the roads are. So could you turn down the air conditioner a little bit, please?I want to continue to sleep through the afternoon. OK After the driver adjusted the air conditioner, he pressed a button on the dashboard.Thick glass swished up, separating the driver's seat and the rear passenger seat.The back seat was almost completely silent, save for the Bach music.But I was no longer surprised by most things by then.I buried my cheeks in the backseat and fell asleep.

Cows appeared in the dream.It is the type of cow that is clean and refreshing, but naturally has suffered.We staggered across the wide bridge.It's a pleasant spring afternoon.The cow was holding an old electric fan in one hand, and asked me if I should buy it cheap.I said: no money.Really do not have. Then you can use the pincers instead, said the cow.Not a bad idea.I went home with the cows, desperately looking for the pincers.But no pliers were found. Strange.I said.It was really there yesterday. I was pulling the chair out to find the upper shelf when the driver tapped me on the shoulder to wake me up.

arrive.the driver said succinctly.The door opened, and the late afternoon summer sun was shining on my face.Thousands of cicadas sang like clockwork.There is an earthy smell. I got out of the car, straightened my back, and took a deep breath.And pray the dream isn't that symbolic stuff.