古画里的灵异乘客

我是一名出租车司机，每天都载着不同的客人穿梭在这个繁华的大都市。虽然每个客人匆匆而过，大部分人表情漠然，但也有特别，就像那个长得像许晓菡的女子，至今仍时常萦绕在我的脑海。

那是前年夏天的一个傍晚，天空下起了暴雨，我经过一个巷角时，看到她站在拐角处倾着身子向我挥手。雨水淋湿了全身，凌乱的头发湿嗒嗒地粘在脸上，虽然淋得狼狈不堪，但却是一个纯净漂亮的女子。

上车后，我问她去哪儿，她不说话。隔着玻璃挡板，我看见她双手抓着一个淡紫色绣花包，在小声地啜泣，柔弱的双肩一抖一颤。凭经验，我估计她是一个跟男友吵架负气出走的女子。

我没再详细追问，只是把车缓慢地往前开。不一会儿她开始自言自语，却又像在跟我说话，言语里透着忧伤和愤然，“为什么他们不让我留洋而要逼我嫁人？为什么从来都不顾及我的感受？”

听到她的话，我转过头狐疑地看了看她，试探性地问她：“你说什么留洋啊？”

“我以前不是跟你说过么，我最讨厌法国，现在上海成了法租界，我想离开这里，去英国读书，但我爹不同意，还要让我嫁给那个无赖！”我感觉她越说越怪，完全沉浸在自己的悲伤中不能自已。

这个女子不会精神有问题吧？想到这里我不禁担心，要知道这样的雨天生意都很好，如果碰到一个神经病，不仅难缠而且还不知道会发生什么事。于是我又问她去哪儿？

她听了忽然语气直转，泪眼婆娑地转过脸来瞪我说：“你今天怎么回事？怎么老问我去哪儿？人家都难过死了！”

我愣在驾驶座上一阵语塞，看来今天真碰到了一个神经病，一个美丽的神经病，我一下子记住了她娟秀的面容，最奇怪的是恍惚中我竟有种似曾相识的感觉。但我还是很快回过神来，心里开始盘算怎么甩掉她。

“对不起，对不起，我今天忙晕了。”我顺着她的话敷衍道，“要……要不我们找个地方坐会儿吧？”

我见她不说话，以为她同意了，就透过车窗找肯德基或者麦当劳，我准备趁她下车后丢下她直接开车逃走。一开始我还有些于心不忍，但她突然伸出一只手穿过玻璃隔板抓住我激动地说：“志华，你带我走吧，我不能嫁给那个无赖，我不留洋了，我跟你走！”

我的方向盘晃动了一下，差点儿撞到路边的围栏，身后汽笛声尖锐刺耳地传过来，我吓了一跳，这人病得不轻。

“你放开我的手，先别急，我答应你，我们找个地方慢慢说！”

在麦当劳门口，我跟她说，我们就在这坐会儿吧。在她关上门的瞬间我一踩油门把她丢在路边扬长而去，透过后视镜，我看她满脸的悲愤。

把她甩掉后，虽然有些内疚，但我还是松了口气，忽然发现她的包落在了车上。

后来我再也没见过那个女子，但偶尔看到那个包时，她那秀美的面容还会浮现在我面前。

不久之后，我和一个喜欢收藏的朋友去看民国画，在一张画前，我们同时瞪大了眼。

我惊讶的是画上坐在车上的女子，跟那个雨夜我碰到的神经女子长得一模一样，而朋友惊讶的是画上拉黄包车的年轻车夫，长得竟然跟我非常相似。

在听到朋友跟我讲这幅画的来历时，我更是惊讶得心都快要从嗓子眼儿里蹦出来了。画的作者叫许晓菡，是民国时期一个隐形的画家，直到最近才开始被人关注，她出身名门，却因反对旧式婚姻，与从小一起长大的车夫私奔，后来那个车夫因不忍见她跟自己受苦，离开了她，她也从此移居美国。朋友还告诉我那个车夫，据说叫何志华。

我不知道，那个雨夜女子跟许晓菡是不是真有某种必然的联系，或者如朋友所说，我的前世说不定就是那个车夫，许晓菡穿越了时空来相会。但是从那以后，一切似乎都结束了，只有那个淡紫色的绣花包，在我的车里闪闪发亮。

Introduce:I am a taxi driver, carrying different guest to move back and forth in this everyday flourishing metropolitan. Although every guest is hasty and over- , indifferently of major person expression, but also have special, grow so that resemble Xu Xiaohan's woman like that, up to now still constant hover is in my brain. That is a dusk of summer of the year before last year, torrential rain had below the sky, when I pass an alley part, see she stands in corner to be in bend to wear the body waves to me. Rainwater is wringing all over, ground of messy Da of hair wet Da is stuck on the face, although drench,get like a drowned mouse, but it is a pure and pretty woman however. After getting on a car, I ask where she goes to, she does not talk. Lying between vitreous fender, I see her both hands is catching a lilac embroider to wrap, be in in a low voice lachrymal, effeminate double shoulder trembles to quiver. By experience, I reckon she is one quarrels with male friend the woman that do sth in a fit of pique leaves. I did not examine minutely in detail again, just drive the car adagio forth. Not a little while she begins a solilo-quize, resemble talking with me again however, appearing in utterance sadness and in anger, "Why should don't they let me leave ocean and force I marry a person? Why to disregard those who reach me to experience? " if hearing her, I had turned head doubt ground sees her, p reaper ground asks her: "Do you say what leaves ocean? " " not be to follow you to had said before me, I am the most Francophobe, shanghai became law concession now, I want to leave here, go to England reading, but my dad does not agree, let me marry that blackguardly even! " I feel she says stranger more, in the sadness that is enmeshed completely in oneself cannot from already. This woman won't does spirit have a problem? Think of here I can't help worrying, want to know such wet business is very good, if come up against neuropathic, tangle hard not only and still do not know to be able to produce what job. Where do I ask she goes again then? She listened suddenly mood turns continuously, turn aside of ground of tearful eyes dancing comes I say stare: "How do you return a responsibility today? Where to often ask I go? The family is sad dead! " I am stupefied to get on in driver's seat tongue-tied, look true today came up against neuropathic, of a beauty neuropathic, I remembered the face that she beautifuls at a draught, the strangest is absentminded in I have unexpectedly kind be like the feeling that ever was acquainted. But I had answered a god very quickly still to come, begin to plan how to swing her in the heart. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am busy today dizzy. " I am perfunctory down her word, "Want …… otherwise do we look for a place to sit meeting? " I see she does not talk, think she agreed, look for Kendeji through car window or Mcdonald's, she is dropped to drive directly after I prepare to take the advantage of her to get off run away. At the beginning I am returned some cannot bear at the heart, but she is extended suddenly