Going Home

                                                      Going Home(回家  上）

     They were going to Fort Lauderdale------three boys and three girls----and when they boarded the bus,they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags,dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray cold of  New York vanished behind them.

     As the bus passed through New Jersey,they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in plain,ill-fitting suit never moving ,his dusty face masking his age. He chewed the inside of his lip a lot,frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

     Deep into the night,outside Washington,the bus pulled into a Howard Johnson's ,and everyboday got off except Vingo.He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imageine his life; perhaps he was a sea captain,a runaway form his wife ,and old soldier going home.When they went back to the bus,one of the girls sat behind him and introduced herself .

      'We're going to Florida,' she said brightly ,"I hear it's beautiful."

      "It is ."he said quietly ,as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

      "Want some wine?"she said,He smiled and took a swig.He thanked her and retreated again into his silence.After a while ,she went back to the others,and vingo nodded in sleep.

       In the morning,they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's ,and this time Vingo went in .The girl insisted that he join them.He seemed very shy,and orderd black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus,the girl sat with Vingo again,and after awhile,slowly and painfully ,he told his story,He had been in jail in New York for the past four years,and how he was going home.

 

 

 

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       三个男孩和三个女孩打算乘长途汽车去佛罗里达游玩，他们用纸袋带了三明治，和葡萄酒，眼前浮现出梦想中的金色沙滩和海湾，昏暗寒冷的纽约城渐渐隐退在他们身后。

      当常汽车经过新泽西时，他们注意到了温哥。他一动不动地坐在他们前排，身穿简朴而不合时宜衣服，蓬头垢面让人简直难以判断出他的真实年龄。他不时地咬着嘴唇，默不做声，似封冻于蚕茧中。

     夜幕降临，长途汽车驶至华成盛顿郊外，在Howard Johnson饭馆的门口停下了，所有人起身下车，只有温哥仍坐在那里一动不动，像是座位上生了根年轻人都好奇地猜想他：他或许是名船长，一个抛家弃妻的外乡人，或是解甲归田的士兵。当他们回到车上时，其中一个女孩坐到了他的身旁。主动搭讪，作了个自我介绍。

     “我们要去佛罗里达”她爽朗地说道，“听说那儿是个景色宜人的好地方。”

      “没错。”他面无表情地答道，好像这个话题勾起了他想忘却的某些往事。

       “来点葡萄酒吗？”她说。温哥微笑着接过酒，畅饮起来，然后谢过女孩，又不做声了，过了一会儿，女孩回到她的同伴中间，温哥低头打起了盹。

        早上大家醒来时，车已经开到了另一家Howard Johnson饭馆这次，温哥跟大家进来了。女孩坚持要他加入他们当中。但他看上去很不自在，只要了杯清咖啡，年轻人畅谈着露宿沙滩的趣事，他却紧张地吸着烟，他们回到车上后，那个女孩又坐到了温哥的旁边。坐了一会儿，温哥慢吞吞地将自己辛酸的故事讲给女孩听：他在纽约的监狱过了四年的时光，现在要回家了。    （上集完）