All summer, a blue bicycle leaned against the wall of the school shed, wrapped in dust and a broken chain. Leo passed it every morning on his way to the basketball court. At first he thought someone had forgotten it for a day. Then July ended, and the tires went flat.
整个夏天，一辆蓝色自行车都靠在学校车棚的墙边，落满灰尘，链条也断了。李奥每天早晨去篮球场时都会经过它。起初他以为只是有人暂时忘了骑走。可七月过去了，车胎也瘪了。
He asked the caretaker, Mr. Bell, who shrugged. 'It has been here since spring,' he said. 'No name, no lock that opens, no one asking.' Leo knelt beside it. Under the rust, he found a small silver bell shaped like a bird. He rang it once, and the sound was surprisingly clear.
他去问门卫贝尔先生，对方耸了耸肩。“它春天就在这儿了，”他说，“没有名字，锁打不开，也没人来问。”李奥在车旁蹲下。在铁锈下面，他发现一只小小的银色车铃，形状像一只鸟。他按了一下，铃声出乎意料地清亮。
Leo and Mr. Bell spent three afternoons cleaning the chain and patching the tires. Mr. Bell showed him how to oil the gears without hurrying. Together they hung a sign on the gate: 'Found: one blue bicycle. Please tell us its story.' Days passed. A few people joked about it. Then, on a gray Friday, a thin old man stood at the gate and read the sign twice.
李奥和贝尔先生花了三个下午清理链条、补好车胎。贝尔先生教他怎样不慌不忙地给齿轮上油。他们一起在门口挂了一块牌子：“拾到：蓝色自行车一辆。请告诉我们它的故事。”几天过去了，有几个人拿这事开玩笑。后来，在一个灰蒙蒙的星期五，一位瘦瘦的老人站在门口，把告示读了两遍。
He introduced himself as Mr. Vale. The bicycle had belonged to his wife, who rode it to the river every Sunday. After she died, he could not bear to look at it, so he left it at the school. Leo brought out the silver bell. Mr. Vale touched the little bird with one finger and said nothing.
老人说自己姓维尔。这辆车曾属于他的妻子，她每个星期天都骑车去河边。她去世后，他一看见车就受不了，于是把它留在学校。李奥拿出那只银色车铃。维尔先生用一根手指碰了碰小鸟，什么也没说。
Mr. Vale could not ride anymore; his hands were not steady enough. 'Would you keep it?' he asked. 'A bicycle should not wait in a shed.' Leo promised. The next Sunday, he rode the blue bicycle to the river, following the route Mr. Vale described: past the bakery, under the stone bridge, to the bench beneath the willow.
维尔先生不能再骑车了，他的手已经不够稳。“你愿意留着它吗？”他问，“自行车不该在车棚里等着。”李奥答应了。下一个星期天，他骑着那辆蓝色自行车去河边，沿着维尔先生描述的路线：经过面包店，穿过石桥，来到柳树下的长椅旁。
Now, every time Leo passes the little house on Chapel Street, he rings the bird bell twice. Mr. Vale looks up from his window and raises one hand. The bicycle is no longer unclaimed. It carries two people's Sundays at once, and the bell sounds clear in the quiet street.
现在，每当李奥经过教堂街的那座小房子，他都会按两下车铃。维尔先生从窗边抬起头，举起一只手。这辆自行车不再无人认领了。它同时载着两个人的星期天，铃声在安静的街道上格外清亮。