Daria took the night bus home from the city. The bus was almost empty at this hour. She sat near the back, close to the window.
达莉亚坐夜班公交车从城里回家。这个时间，车上几乎没有人。她坐在靠后的位置，挨着窗户。
A man two seats ahead turned to look at her. Daria felt sure she knew his face. She could not remember his name.
前面隔两排的一个男人转过头来看她。达莉亚确信自己认识这张脸，却想不起他的名字。
The bus stopped, and a few people got off. The man stood up and walked toward her seat.
公交车停了，有几个人下了车。那个男人站起来，朝她的座位走来。
"Excuse me," he said. "Did you live on Elm Street?"
“打扰一下，”他说，“你以前住在榆树街吗？”
Daria's eyes went wide. "Yes, years ago," she said.
达莉亚睁大了眼睛。“是的，很多年前住过。”她说。
"I'm Anselm. Our families were neighbors long ago," he said.
“我是安塞姆。很久以前，我们两家是邻居。”他说。
Daria smiled and looked at him closely. "Anselm! I remember the tree house now," she said.
达莉亚笑了，仔细地看着他。“安塞姆！我现在想起那座树屋了。”她说。
They talked about their old street for a while. Daria's stop came, and she stood up to leave.
他们聊了一会儿以前住的那条街。达莉亚的站到了，她站起来准备下车。
"It was good to see you," she said.
“很高兴见到你。”她说。
She stepped off the bus into the cool night air. She waved through the window. The bus pulled away.
她走下公交车，踏进凉爽的夜色里。她隔着车窗挥了挥手。公交车开走了。
