出事前,车里的人是分批分期到来的。人们总是有计划却无意识地加入一场灾难。不同的是,有人对人间仍有留恋,直到最后一刻才磨蹭上车,有人则早早到来,闸门一开,就挤开身边的人,急急登上去,好像急着赴死一样。我在始发站上,你在第二站上。你一坐下就盯着我的手机看,像看一件公共物品。手机放在座椅前的小搁板上,我想收回也来不及了。我不理会你,只管看自己的书。五百六十五页的书,我已跨过两个城市,书才翻过二十五页。真难看。 Before the accident, the car was coming in stages. People always plan to join a disaster unconsciously. The difference is that some people still nostalgia for the world, until the last moment only dawdle on the bus, while others come early, the gate opened, squeezed aside the people around, rushed to ascend, as if hurrying to death. I am on the departure station, you are on the second stop. When you sit down, you stare at my cellphone, looking like a public good. Phone placed on the small shelf in front of the seat, I want to recover too late. I ignore you, just read your own book. Five hundred and sixty-five pages of books, I have crossed the two cities, the book turned twenty-five pages. Really ugly.