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 dance to remember some dance to forget.”

“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;t had that spirit here since 1969,

and still those voices are callin