Chapter 12 Chapter 11 "That's not the rhythm, that's the sound of a car passing by.", 2005.

Yu Shouheng I stood in the middle of the road to see if there were any cars coming on both sides. There was no end to the empty space, and there were a few mountains in the distance. I heard the sound of cicadas that I hadn’t heard for a long time. They are all soaked in the ditch and can't be used. I will park the Spyder on that field first, anyway, it won't work no matter what. I deeply feel that the behavior and situation of the two of us are stupid that only appear in funny movies. He sat on the side of the road to rest for a while, and I took off my suit jacket and shirt. The hot weather was approaching the middle of the day, and I almost had the hallucination of a mirage.

What the hell kind of place is this? There isn’t even a street sign. If I had known, I would have asked the gas station clerk just now. Is this Yilan or Keelung?Forget it, it looks pretty much the same anyway. I just came here from the place where the car crashed, and the more I walked, the more deserted I was. "Are we going to be late?" I didn't answer him. "I am thirsty." I still didn't answer him. "Okay, it's okay if you blame me, it's all my fault anyway, it's all my fault, okay?" "I'm not blaming you, don't be self-righteous." I answered him.

He turned his head away and said nothing more. I suddenly wanted to say something more apologetic to him, but I couldn't, I just sat down quietly by the roadside. I looked up at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the slight wind blowing. Of course, the best thing is the warm embrace of the sun. These are things I haven't felt for a long time. I closed my eyes and listened to the cicadas chirping and the leaves swishing. I think of a song, but I forgot how to hum it, it doesn't matter, as long as I close my eyes, breathe out in a circle, and smile, I will think of that song.

I inhale, exhale, and calm down. Waited for a while. Indeed, there seemed to be some rhythm coming. I listen carefully. What song is that? That is? That's not the rhythm of the music. It was the sound of a car passing by. I opened my eyes and looked around. At the far end of the road, there was indeed a car, like a small truck carrying crops. I immediately rushed in the direction of the car, waving my hands vigorously, like calling for help when I saw a boat passing by on an isolated island.