雨中畅谈 (第1/4页)
窗外霏霏雨线忽大忽小,拍打在玻璃上,滴答滴答。
阴云天,黄叶地,波上寒烟翠。
车内,木若坐在副驾驶抱着布达给它顺毛。空气陷入沉静,只有雨声和狗狗糯糯的哼唧声。
还有两人淡淡的呼吸声。
邬川修长的手指点了下屏幕。
很长的前奏。
“on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair,
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
……”
女孩跟着哼唱起来。
抑扬顿挫。
男人靠在座椅上静静阖眼听着,手指轻轻在大腿上敲着拍子,嘴角泛起一丝笑。
“I thought I heard them say,
Wee to the hotel California,
such ……”
“……some dao remember some dao fet.”
“so I called up the captain,
Please bring me my wine.”
男人低沉清亮的嗓音,合着细腻的女声,一主一副,一低一高,相辅相成。
“he said , we haven&039;t had that spirit here since 1969,
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night……”
历史,罪恶。
你可以随时结账,但永远无法离开。
“美音不错”,木若笑着夸他。
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