Deniz arrives at the bus depot at half past five. The sky is still dark. Orange lamps shine over rows of sleeping coaches.
德尼兹五点半来到公交车场。天还是黑的。橘色的灯照着一排排沉睡的长途客车。
He is fifteen, and he has a plan. Today the hiking club chooses who gets the last club tent. It is for the mountain weekend. Deniz wants it more than anything.
他十五岁，他有个计划。今天，徒步俱乐部要决定谁能得到最后一顶俱乐部帐篷。那是为山里的周末准备的。德尼兹比什么都想要它。
He walks across the cold ground with his bag on his back. The air smells of oil and old rubber. Somewhere, a door bangs.
他背着包，走过冰冷的地面。空气里有机油和旧橡胶的味道。不知哪里，一扇门砰地响了一声。
At the gate, a girl waits with her arms crossed. It is Mirza. She is also fifteen, and she is also in the club. She smiles when she sees him. It is not a nice smile.
大门口，一个女孩抱着胳膊等着。是米尔扎。她也是十五岁，也在俱乐部里。她看到他，笑了。那不是一个友善的笑。
"You came," she says.
“你来了，”她说。
"So did you," says Deniz.
“你也来了，”德尼兹说。
They do not like each other. Mirza always wins the club race by two seconds. She wins the map prize too. Deniz counts these things. So does she.
他们互相看不顺眼。俱乐部赛跑，米尔扎总是赢两秒。地图比赛的奖也是她拿。德尼兹把这些都记着。她也一样。
A tall woman in a yellow coat comes out of the office. She is the club leader. She holds a clipboard and a small cloth bag.
一个穿黄大衣的高个子女人从办公室走出来。她是俱乐部的领队。她拿着一块写字板和一个小布袋。
"Good morning, you two," she says. "Only two of you came. That makes my job easy."
“早上好，你们俩，”她说，“只有你们两个来了。那我的工作就简单了。”
"Where is everyone?" asks Mirza.
“其他人呢？”米尔扎问。
"Sleeping," says the leader. "I told them seven o'clock. I told you two half past five. I wanted to see who really wants this."
“在睡觉，”领队说，“我告诉他们七点。我告诉你们俩五点半。我想看看谁是真的想要这个。”
She puts the bag on a bench. She takes out two envelopes. "The club has one tent left," she says. "It is the only one in the club store. I hid it in this depot."
她把布袋放在长椅上，拿出两个信封。“俱乐部只剩一顶帐篷了，”她说，“是俱乐部仓库里唯一的一顶。我把它藏在了这个车场里。”
"One tent," she says. "One winner. The rule is simple. This depot has six clues. The first person to find the tent wins."
“一顶帐篷，”她说，“一个赢家。规则很简单。这个车场里有六条线索。第一个找到帐篷的人获胜。”
Deniz looks at Mirza. Mirza looks at Deniz.
德尼兹看着米尔扎。米尔扎看着德尼兹。
"Start," says the leader, and she hands each of them an envelope.
“开始，”领队说着，递给他们每人一个信封。
Deniz runs. His shoes slap on the hard floor. He opens the envelope while he moves. Inside is half of a torn page. It says:
德尼兹跑了起来。他的鞋子啪啪地拍在硬地面上。他一边跑，一边拆开信封。里面是半张撕开的纸。上面写着：
Look where the big buses sleep. Find the number that does not sleep.
看看大巴睡觉的地方。找出那个不睡觉的号码。
He frowns. It makes no sense. He runs along a row of coaches. He reads the numbers on the front windows. Twelve, fourteen, sixteen. Nothing.
他皱起眉头。这毫无意义。他沿着一排客车跑。他读着前车窗上的号码。十二，十四，十六。什么也没有。
At the other end of the depot, Mirza reads her own half. It says:
在车场的另一头，米尔扎读着她手里的那一半。上面写着：
Find the sign that knows the time. Count what it does not say.
找到那块知道时间的牌子。数一数它没说的。
She spins round. She looks up at a big clock over the garage door. It shows 5:41. She stares at it for a long time.
她转过身。她抬头看车库门上方的一只大钟。上面显示五点四十一分。她盯着它看了很久。
Ten minutes pass. Neither of them finds anything. Their paper halves shake in their hands.
十分钟过去了。他们俩谁也没找到什么。两人手里的半张纸都在发抖。
They meet at the water tank in the middle. Both of them are out of breath.
他们在中间的水箱旁碰面了。两个人都喘着粗气。
"You have a half too," says Mirza.
“你也有一半，”米尔扎说。
"Yes," says Deniz. "Give me yours."
“对，”德尼兹说，“把你的给我。”
"No. You give me yours."
“不。你把你的给我。”
They stand there. Neither of them moves. The sun is not up yet, and their breath makes small clouds.
他们站在那儿。谁也没动。太阳还没升起来，他们的呼吸变成了一小团一小团白雾。
Then a coach engine starts somewhere. The sound is loud. A bus driver in a blue jacket leans out of a window. "Move, kids! I need to turn here."
这时，不知哪里有一辆客车发动了引擎。声音很响。一个穿蓝夹克的公交司机从窗口探出头来。“让开，孩子们！我要在这儿调头。”
They jump aside. The driver looks at them, shakes his head, and drives away. His light shines over the two pages in their hands.
他们跳到一旁。司机看着他们，摇摇头，把车开走了。他的车灯照亮了他们手里那两张纸。
For one second, the torn edges look the same.
有那么一秒钟，撕开的边缘看起来一模一样。
"Wait," says Mirza. She holds her half next to his. The edges fit together like two hands. "The leader tore one page in two."
“等等，”米尔扎说。她把她那一半放在他的旁边。边缘像两只手一样严丝合缝。“领队把一张纸撕成了两半。”
They put the pieces together. Now the page makes sense.
他们把两块拼在一起。现在，这张纸有意义了。
"That is one clue," says Deniz. "Not two."
“这是一条线索，”德尼兹说，“不是两条。”
"Yes," says Mirza. She does not smile now. "We need each other for this."
“对，”米尔扎说。她现在不笑了。“这件事我们得互相需要。”
She says it like a bad word. He nods like it hurts.
她说这话的时候，像在说一个脏字。他点头的样子，像是很疼。
They look at the big clock. It shows 5:53. Deniz walks toward it. Under the clock hangs a sign. It lists the bus numbers.
他们看着那只大钟。上面是五点五十三分。德尼兹朝它走去。钟下面挂着一块牌子。上面列着公交车的号码。
"It does not say a number thirteen," he says slowly. "It goes from twelve to fourteen."
“上面没有十三号，”他慢慢地说，“它从十二直接到十四。”
"Thirteen is not sleeping," says Mirza. "Because it does not exist."
“十三号没有睡觉，”米尔扎说，“因为它根本不存在。”
"So the clue points to the coach after the gap," says Deniz. "Fourteen."
“所以线索指的是缺口之后的那辆客车，”德尼兹说，“十四号。”
They run to the long row where coach fourteen stands. Deniz drops to his knees. Under the front wheel, a bit of paper sticks out.
他们跑向十四号客车停靠的那一长排。德尼兹跪倒在地。前轮底下，露出一角纸。
It is the second clue. It needs a high place. Mirza is taller. She stands on the step of the coach and reaches up. Deniz holds her bag so it does not fall.
那是第二条线索。它需要一个高处。米尔扎更高。她站在客车的踏步上，伸手往上够。德尼兹帮她拿着包，免得掉下来。
The third clue sits on a roof. The fourth sits in the driver's cabin of a coach. Its door is broken. Only one of them is thin enough to go in. Only the other can read the tiny writing in the dark.
第三条线索在一个车顶上。第四条在一辆客车的驾驶室里。它的门坏了。他们中只有一个人瘦得能钻进去。也只有另一个人能在黑暗里看清那些很小的字。
By the fifth clue, they stop fighting. They hand things to each other without saying a word. Mirza holds the light. Deniz writes the words on his hand. He reads, she thinks, and they run.
到第五条线索的时候，他们不再争吵了。他们一句话不说，把东西递给对方。米尔扎举着灯。德尼兹把字写在手上。他念，她想，然后他们一起跑。
The last clue says: Luggage hold, coach nine. Lock needs four numbers.
最后一条线索写着：行李舱，九号客车。锁需要四个数字。
They find the coach. The hold door is shut with a number lock. Deniz knows the first two numbers. Mirza knows the last two. They find them on different clues.
他们找到了那辆客车。行李舱的门用一把密码锁锁着。德尼兹知道前两个数字。米尔扎知道后两个。他们是在不同的线索上找到的。
"Seven, four," says Deniz.
“七，四，”德尼兹说。
"Nine, one," says Mirza.
“九，一，”米尔扎说。
He turns the wheels. The lock clicks. The door swings up.
他转动转轮。锁咔哒一声。门向上打开了。
Inside lies the tent bag. It is dark green and made for two people. On top of it there is a white card.
里面放着帐篷袋。它是深绿色的，是为两个人做的。上面放着一张白卡片。
Deniz picks up the card. He reads it out loud.
德尼兹拿起卡片。他大声念了出来。
"One tent. Two campers. I never said who sleeps in it. Put it up together."
“一顶帐篷。两个露营的人。我从没说过谁睡在里面。你们一起把它搭起来。”
He reads it again. Mirza grabs the card and reads it herself. Then she bursts out laughing. It is a real laugh this time.
他又读了一遍。米尔扎一把抢过卡片，自己读了。然后她爆笑起来。这回是真心的笑。
"She tricked us," she says.
“她骗了我们，”她说。
"She did not," says Deniz. He smiles too. "She told us the truth. It was just a very short truth."
“她没有，”德尼兹说。他也笑了。“她告诉我们的是实话。只是一个非常短的实话。”
The leader walks up behind them. She leans against the coach with her arms crossed. Her yellow coat shines under the lamp.
领队从他们身后走过来。她抱着胳膊靠在客车上。她的黄大衣在灯下闪着光。
"Two people, one tent," she says. "Try it on the hill. Then tell me if you still want to race."
“两个人，一顶帐篷，”她说，“到山上去试试。然后告诉我你们是不是还想比。”
Deniz lifts one end of the tent bag. Mirza lifts the other. It is heavy, and neither of them can carry it alone.
德尼兹抬起帐篷袋的一端。米尔扎抬起另一端。它很沉，他们谁也没法一个人扛。
The sun comes up over the garage roof. Far away, a coach driver presses his horn.
太阳从车库屋顶上升了起来。远处，一位客车司机按响了喇叭。
Beep.
嘀。
