A straight road somewhere, the straight road is next to a small river no more than twenty meters wide, only ten meters apart from the nearest place, on the other side of the river is a row of sparse trees, on the bare branches from time to time a black bird rests, further afield, can only faintly see the undulating outline of the city.

On the other side of the highway is a large area of wasteland, and when viewed from above, the land after the autumn harvest stretches into the distance like a freshly healed scar.

At this time, it is the end of the year, and it is infinitely close to the New Year, and the wanderers who have been working outside all the year round and have not returned home for a long time are all going back at this time to go home for the New Year.

Therefore, on the highway at this time, the cars that used to run back and forth have become sparse, and there is less lively traffic in the past.

In this kind of place, where there is no village and no shop, a tall man wearing a long black trench coat and a peaked cap is walking alone along the side of the road with a shoulder bag.

"Ahh Sneeze!!! ”

A cold wind blew from far and near, and the man in the trench coat shivered for a moment and immediately sneezed, he tightened the scarf around his neck, and his nose twitched, as if he had a cold.

The man in the trench coat would raise his hand and wave whenever a car came from front or behind, but the passing cars did not stop at all, and they all sped past him with the sound of the howling wind.

Seeing another black sedan drive in front of him, the man in the trench coat shook his head helplessly, and at this moment, a black shadow appeared on his head with the roar of the motor.

"Man, what are you doing on a cold day??" A rough voice came from overhead.

The man in the trench coat raised his head when he heard this, and just saw a bearded man lower the window, and his head came out of it.

This is an extra-long heavy truck, with a boxy red front sprayed with colorful graffiti, and a cargo box nearly ten meters long and two meters six high in the back is no exception, all of which are full of strange patterns and make it full of personality.

"Ahh Sneeze!!! The man in the trench coat sneezed again, looked at the truck that stopped in front of him, showed surprise on his face, and said: "I want to go to the green town of Costa Province, can you give me a ride?" ”

"Let's get in the car first!" The bearded man patted the car door and invited him to get into the car without saying a word.

He had had enough of this kind of ghost weather, and as soon as he heard the invitation of the bearded man, the man in the trench coat walked around the front of the car without thinking, stepped into the car, closed the door, and immediately let out a long sigh of relief when he sat down in the co-pilot.

When the man in the trench coat got into the car, the truck immediately started to set off again.

In the carriage, the bearded man fiddled with the steering wheel, opened the storage box above his head, found a bottle of wine from it, and threw it directly at the man in the trench coat.

The man in the trench coat reached out and took it, and after saying thank you, he poured it into his mouth, and the hot sensation immediately rose from his throat, and then he felt his whole body warm.

"Man, you're going to Greentown, are you from Greentown? Is this going back for the New Year? The bearded man took out another bottle of wine out of nowhere and drank it to himself.

"No, no, I'm not from Greentown, I'm just going there to do something." The man in the trench coat put down his shoulder bag, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair and replied: "My name is Serra, what about you this kind driver?" ”

The bearded man looked to be in his forties, almost fifty years old, had a red rosacea, and wore only a sleeveless denim jacket in the car, revealing two thick hairy arms.

"Just call me Old Jack, people who know me call me that, tomorrow is already the New Year's Day, it's the last day of the year, and you still have to travel to work at this time? What a desperate young man. Old Jack sighed after taking a sip of wine, thirty-two-year-old Sierra is not really young, but she is still a junior in front of Old Jack.

"I have no father or mother now, I am alone, and it is no different if I don't have the New Year, but old Jack, you, are still driving on the road at this time, and you are really working hard." Serra propped her face diagonally and replied lightly.

At the same time, Serra raised the bottle and took a small sip, he had just poured a sip to ward off the cold, and then the cold dissipated, and he didn't dare to continue to be greedy.

"Hahaha, I also had a wife when I was young, and the first few months were quite sweet, but after a long time, she began to can't stand me running outside all day, and I'm fed up with her nagging in my ears, and I ended up breaking up after two years, and I simply divorced the marriage neatly, until today, Old Jack and I have been a single for twenty or thirty years, just like you, it doesn't make sense to celebrate the New Year." Old Jack laughed, patted the steering wheel and said, "Now this car is my home, and I will go wherever it goes." ”

Serra nodded, and then looked around the carriage, and he saw that there was quite a lot of stuff in the carriage.

The saddle was upholstered, and there were many strange ornaments hanging from the head, and there were a few pairs of socks and a towel or two of unknown colors, one of which had a toothbrush rolled in it, a few empty bottles against the windshield, an ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts resting above the dashboard, and seven or eight colorful magazines pressed underneath, and the covers were scantily clad girls, all in seductive poses, staring at you affectionately.

Although the carriage looks messy and smells, it does look like a mobile home.

"Old Jack, what is this picture......." Serra asked, rolling her eyes and pointing to a picture.

The photo was posted under the air vent of the air conditioner, diagonally facing the direction of the driver, but from Serra's angle, it was still clear that the photo showed a young woman in her twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed plainly, with a faint smile on her face.

"She's an angel and she's my daughter." Old Jack was about to raise his hand for a moment, looking at the person in the photo with doting in his eyes.

"Daughter?" Serra was a little surprised.

"She was born to my ex-wife, and she was the only beautiful gift left to me in this unsatisfactory marriage."

"Then she should live with your ex-wife now, right?"

"Of course, do you think I look like someone who can take care of children?" Old Jack laughed at himself: "And it's not a good idea for a little girl to follow a man who doesn't make a lot of money, who likes to drink heavily, and who has to run around." ”

Then the two of them did not continue to speak, and seemed to have lost interest in chatting.

Serra's head was leaning against the window, rubbing a photo from his arms, and Old Jack was drinking sip of stuffy wine, Old Jack drank a lot, so drinking was just a daily action for him, anyway, he never had a car accident because of it, except for the unfortunate catch of the traffic police.

There was silence in the carriage, and the muffled sound of the motor was the only background sound.

After a long time, Old Jack hiccuped and reopened the conversation.

"Is that the girl you love?" Old Jack's eyes glanced at the photo in Serra's hand, his eyes narrowed into two crescents, and he smiled and asked, "You went to Green Town for her this time, right?" ”

Serra smiled, then looked down again at the photo, which showed a girl with long dark brown hair.

"Old Jack, you've only guessed half of it, I did go to Greentown to find her this time, but she's not my beloved, I've never met her, and I didn't know her before."

"Then ...... you," asked Old Jack, puzzled.

Serra shook her head and didn't answer, but instead asked, "By the way, Old Jack, when will your car get to Green Town?" ”

Everyone has their own secrets, and the old Jack, who has been a seller for more than forty years, is a well-informed person, and seeing that Serra is unwilling to answer, he does not continue to ask.

"I'm not going to Greentown."

"What?" Serra was surprised, he didn't expect to get such an answer: "Then you still let me in the car?" ”

"Bring your worries to your stomach, my man, I'll send you straight to Greentown when the goods are delivered to their destination, it won't take much time, as long as you don't mind being a little late."

"When will you get to Greentown?"

"If everything goes well, I guess we'll be there by tomorrow evening." Old Jack thought for a moment and replied.

"Okay, then please, I can't ask so much for a guy who rubs the car, can I?" Serra said, spreading her hands.

"Hahahaha!" Old Jack laughed and handed his bottle to Serra, "I hope what you're going to do goes well, man!" ”

"Accept your words, I hope everything goes well." Serra lifted the bottle and touched it with Old Jack, smiling back.