第十四章 精神胜于物质
He could drive well, when he kept the speed reasonable, I had to admit. Like so many things, itseemed to be effortless to him. He barely looked at the road, yet the tires never deviated somuch as a centimeter from the center of the lane. He drove one-handed, holding my hand onthe seat. Sometimes he gazed into the setting sun, sometimes he glanced at me — my face,my hair blowing out the open window, our hands twined together.
当他把速度保持在合理水平时，他确实可以开得很好，我不得不承认这一点。就像很多事情一样，这似乎对他来说毫不费力。他很少看路面，轮胎却从未偏离过小路的正中间，一公分也没有偏离过。他单手开着车，在座位上牵着我的手。有时候他会抬头看向正在落下的太阳，有时他会看着我——我的脸，我飘拂在敞开的车窗外的头发，我们交叠的手。
He had turned the radio to an oldies station, and he sang along with a song I'd never heard. Heknew every line.
他打开了收音机，转到一个老歌电台，然后跟着一首我从未听过的歌唱了起来。他知道每一个节拍。
"You like fifties music?" I asked.
“你喜欢五十年代的音乐?”我问道。
"Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties, or the seventies, ugh!" Heshuddered. "The eighties were bearable."
“五十年代的音乐很棒。比六十年代的，或者七十年代的还要棒，唷!”他颤抖了一下。“八十年代的还能忍受。”
"Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?" I asked, tentative, not wanting to upset hisbuoyant humor.
“你打算告诉我你多大了吗?”我试探性问道，不想打破他正在兴头上的幽默气氛。
"Does it matter much?" His smile, to my relief, remained unclouded.
“这很重要吗?”让我宽慰的是，他的笑容依然明朗。
"No, but I still wonder…" I grimaced. "There's nothing like an unsolved mystery to keep you upat night."
“不，但我还是想知道……”我扮了个鬼脸。“没有什么能像一个未解之谜一样让你整夜睡不着觉。”
"I wonder if it will upset you," he reflected to himself. He gazed into the sun; the minutespassed.
“我怀疑这是否会让你心烦。”他的回应更像是自言自语。他看着太阳，时间一分一秒地过去了。
"Try me," I finally said.
“让我试试看。”我最终说道。
He sighed, and then looked into my eyes, seeming to forget the road completely for a time.Whatever he saw there must have encouraged him. He looked into the sun — the light of thesetting orb glittered off his skin in ruby-tinged sparkles — and spoke.
他叹息着，然后看向了我的眼睛，那一刻他似乎完全忘记了路况。不管他看见了什么，那一定鼓励了他。他看向太阳——那个正在落下的球体发出的光芒在他的肌肤上闪耀着，折射出略带深红色的微光——然后说话了。
