转眼，半个多月的时光已然过去。
说是顺其自然也好，煎熬到头也罢，这趟在宫崎县日向市的学车旅程，终于在驾校毕业证明下发的那一刻画上了句号。归途上，我坐在开往车站的学校巴士里，同行的朋友说他有些不舍。我倒没有特别强烈的情绪，但一想到这些天在日向的生活细节、风土人情，心里也不禁开始回忆。
我本没有学车的计划，但在冲绳读大学的朋友邀请我一起，期间有个照应。盛情难却，只好答应。好在各种安排都拜托了朋友，倒也很安心。
来时搭乘的是被戏称为“空中运奴船”的乐桃航空。坐的我腰酸背痛，确实够“运奴”。落地后立刻跳上787型特急列车，一路驶向宫崎市内。和朋友约好去酒店附近的烤肉店吃宫崎牛，那是我们出发前最期待的部分之一。我一边大快朵颐，一边笑着说：“趁现在吃顿好的，等进了驾校，伙食够咱们喝一壶的。”
一语成谶。学校的餐食不仅定量，还寡淡无味。但想到当初交的那点学费，也就与一切达成了某种和解。我们每天都起得很晚，是早餐时间最后出现的两个人。食堂负责早餐的老奶奶人特别好，每次都会笑着说：“今天多吃点，还有剩。”
晚上在宿舍公共浴池泡澡时，意外地结识了本地的小伙，满臂的纹身，看上去不好接触的样子。没想到意外的很健谈，为我介绍本地有名的南蛮鸡。第二天中午，我正对着盒饭的菜式贫瘠而发愁，有人拍了拍我的肩，回头一看是那个小伙，他拎着两盒黑色的塑料快餐盒对我说：“喏，南蛮鸡，趁热吃。”
人不可貌相。
刚开始那几天，知识如潮水一般袭来，头痛欲裂。直到模拟考拿了满分，我终于松口气，背起相机跑了出去。我第一念头就是去看海。于是朝着“海应该在的方向”大步流星地走去。穿过住宅区，前方却只剩下一片厚密的森林。正疑惑时，一位老者朝我走来，看了我一眼，说：“你是去看海吧？就在林子后面。”他怎么知道我要去看海的？我手中的相机吗？我不知道。当我穿过林子，眼前豁然开朗。灰黄色的沙滩上，海浪一波波地打来，像是某种塞壬低唱的回音。
那一刻，大脑“嗡”的一声，仿佛某个死结在慢慢松动。
毕业前一周，右上那颗仅存的智齿开始发作，牙床肿得厉害，晚上翻来覆去地疼得睡不着。其实也不只是牙的问题，更像是水土不服与积压的压力共同引爆。我没预约，直接冲进最近的一家牙科诊所。前台的老奶奶见我满脸痛苦，便去问医生（也是她的丈夫）能不能帮忙看看。牙医老爷子很爽快，直接帮我消毒、开药。那一刻，我才真正体会到“地方的善意”。
临近毕业的几天，日向一直处于雨天。驾驶手感也有些欠佳。不想在嘈杂的学校大堂里发呆，于是去了旁边的咖啡馆回复一下san值。虽然音乐不太合胃口，肿胀的牙龈也提醒我别碰甜食，但和学校里外国同学混杂的喧闹相比，这里已经像是静谧的天堂。
毕业考试，我不小心一脚踩到65公里时速，像极了我归心似箭的状态。本来教练休假，没想到他还是来了，就为了看看我有没有顺利通过。说实话，光是“如何做人”这一点，我已佩服的五体投地。而之前带给我们南蛮鸡的那个日本小伙，居然在驾校找到了心仪的女孩子。
不由得再次感叹，人不可貌相。
巴士上摇摇晃晃，戴上耳机正准备继续回忆，一个越南同学突然惊声大叫：
“不好意思！我的手机落在驾校了！”
我真该早点开降噪模式。
窗外晴空万里。我不知道家的状态现在会是怎样，总之，希望一切安好。
半个月前的我，大概不会想到，这趟“学车”之旅，学到的不只是怎么驾驶，还有有与土地、与人之间相处的方法。如果说有什么没学会的：
那大概是——离别时该怎么好好告别。
Half a month has passed — quickly, quietly, and not without struggle.
Maybe it was going with the flow.
Maybe it was just enduring until the end.
Either way, my time learning to drive in Hyuga, Miyazaki is over.
We graduated. The certificate’s in hand.
Maybe it was just enduring until the end.
Either way, my time learning to drive in Hyuga, Miyazaki is over.
We graduated. The certificate’s in hand.
I never planned to get my license this soon, but a friend studying in Okinawa invited me to join. He handled the arrangements, so I said yes.
We flew Peach Aviation — nicknamed the “airborne slave ship.” The seat pain was real. After landing, we hopped on the 787 express train to Miyazaki and had our long-awaited Miyazaki beef dinner before heading into driving school life.
The school food? Bland and limited. But we made peace with it, thinking of the cheap tuition.
Every morning, we were the last two at breakfast. The sweet old lady in the cafeteria always smiled and said, “Eat more, there’s plenty left.”
Every morning, we were the last two at breakfast. The sweet old lady in the cafeteria always smiled and said, “Eat more, there’s plenty left.”
Classes were intense at first — information flooded in. Once I aced a simulation test, I grabbed my camera and set out. I wandered, hoping to find the sea. An old man saw me and said, “Looking for the ocean? It’s just beyond those trees.”How did he know? I don’t know. when I reached the shore, waves crashed like distant voices calling from beyond.
Something inside me loosened.
One week before graduation, my wisdom tooth flared up. I rushed into a nearby dental clinic. The receptionist and doctor — an elderly couple — treated me without hesitation. That kindness stayed with me.
The final exam, I accidentally sped to 65 km/h — maybe I just really wanted to go home. My instructor, on his day off, showed up to cheer me on. That alone taught me a lot about what it means to be a person.
Now I’m on the bus home. Someone yelled — they left their phone at school.
I should’ve turned on noise cancelling earlier.
I should’ve turned on noise cancelling earlier.
It’s sunny outside.
I don’t know what home will be like,
but I hope it’s kind.
I’ve learned how to drive.
Still figuring out how to say goodbye.
I don’t know what home will be like,
but I hope it’s kind.
I’ve learned how to drive.
Still figuring out how to say goodbye.
