晚上十点,老董打电话叫我一起去值夜班。我说稍等一下,我去叫司机。他说不必了,司机也累了一天,叫他歇歇吧。反正我们都有驾照,不如自己开车去。我们驾着车小心地行驶在工地狭窄泥泞的便道上。夜色温柔,便道两侧的钻机上悬着明晃晃的碘钨灯。月光倾洒下来,似乎把钻机的轰鸣也稀释了许多。车窗开启,冷风拂入,我们仿佛行驶在别人的梦里。突然,我们发现不远处的草丛边有一个黑影在慢悠悠地蠕动。老董眼尖, Ten o’clock at night, the old man called me to go to night shift. I said to wait a minute, I went to call the driver. He said no, the driver was tired for a day, asked him to rest. Anyway, we have a driver’s license, it is better to drive their own. We drove carefully on the narrow, muddy sidewalk of the site. Gentle night, sidewalk on both sides of the rig hanging bright shining iodine tungsten lamp. The moonlight dumped, it seems that the roar of the rig also diluted a lot. Car window open, cold wind blowing, we seem to drive in the dream of others. Suddenly, we found that there was a dark shadow in the grass edge creeping slowly. Old director sharp eyes,