雙語名著·追風箏的人 The Kite Runner(140)

12歲的阿富汗富家少爺阿米爾與仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一場風箏比賽后，發(fā)生了一件悲慘不堪的事，阿米爾為自己的懦弱感到自責和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟隨父親逃往美國。

成年后的阿米爾始終無法原諒自己當年對哈桑的背叛。為了贖罪，阿米爾再度踏上暌違二十多年的故鄉(xiāng)，希望能為不幸的好友盡最后一點心力，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)一個驚天謊言，兒時的噩夢再度重演，阿米爾該如何抉擇?

故事如此殘忍而又美麗，作者以溫暖細膩的筆法勾勒人性的本質(zhì)與救贖，讀來令人蕩氣回腸。

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“This Hazara boy.”
“Yes.”
“What does he mean to you?”
“His father meant a lot to me. He is the man in the photo. He’s dead now.”
Wahid blinked. “He was a friend of yours?”
My instinct was to say yes, as if, on some deep level, I too wanted to protect Baba’s secret. But there had been enough lies already. “He was my half-brother.” I swallowed. Added, “My illegitimate half brother.” I turned the teacup. Toyed with the handle.
“I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You’re not prying,” I said.“What will you do with him?”“Take him back to Peshawar. There are people there who will take care of him.”
Wahid handed the photo back and rested his thick hand on my shoulder. “You are an honorable man, Amir agha. A true Afghan.”I cringed inside.
“I am proud to have you in our home tonight,” Wahid said. I thanked him and chanced a glance over to Farid. He was looking down now, playing with the frayed edges of the straw mat.
A SHORT WHILE LATER, Maryam and her mother brought two steaming bowls of vegetable shorwa and two loaves of bread. “I’m sorry we can’t offer you meat,” Wahid said. “Only the Taliban can afford meat now.”
“This looks wonderful,” I said. It did too. I offered some to him, to the kids, but Wahid said the family had eaten before we arrived. Farid and I rolled up our sleeves, dipped our bread in the shorwa, and ate with our hands. As I ate, I noticed Wahid’s boys, all three thin with dirtcaked faces and short-cropped brown hair under their skullcaps, stealing furtive glances at my digital wristwatch. The youngest whispered something in his brother’s ear. The brother nodded, didn’t take his eyes off my watch. The oldest of the boys--I guessed his age at about twelve--rocked back and forth, his gaze glued to my wrist. After dinner, after I’d washed my hands with the water Maryam poured from a clay pot, I asked for Wahid’s permission to give his boys a hadia, a gift. He said no, but, when I insisted, he reluctantly agreed. I unsnapped the wristwatch and gave it to the youngest of the three boys. He muttered a sheepish “Tashakor.”
“It tells you the time in any city in the world,” I told him. The boys nodded politely, passing the watch between them, taking turns trying it on. But they lost interest and, soon, the watch sat abandoned on the straw mat.

“這個哈扎拉男孩？”
“是的?！?br />“他對你很重要嗎？”
“他的父親對我來說很重要，就是照片中那個男人，現(xiàn)在他死了?！?br />瓦希德眨眨眼：“他是你的朋友？”
我內(nèi)心想說是，仿佛在心靈深處，我想保守爸爸的秘密?？墒侵e言已經(jīng)足夠多了，“他是我同父異母的兄弟?！蔽覊褐浦榫w說，又加上一句，“我的私生弟弟?！蔽肄D(zhuǎn)過茶杯，把弄著杯柄。
“我不是想要剌探你的隱私?！?br />“你沒有。”我說?！澳銜趺窗仓盟兀俊薄鞍阉麕У桨咨惩?，那兒有人會好好照料他?！?/p>

瓦希德把照片還給我，厚厚的手掌放在我肩膀上?！澳闶菞l讓人尊敬的漢子，阿米爾老爺。一個真正的阿富汗人。 ”我暗自汗顏。
“你今晚來我家做客，讓我很驕傲?！蓖呦５抡f。我跟他客氣了幾句，偷眼看向法里德。現(xiàn)在他低著頭，玩弄著草席殘破的邊緣。
隔了一會，瑪麗亞跟她媽媽端來兩碗熱氣騰騰的蔬菜湯，還有兩片面包。 “很抱歉，沒有肉?！蓖呦５抡f，“現(xiàn)在只有塔利班才能吃上肉。”
“這看起來很棒?！蔽艺f，它確實很棒。我讓他跟小孩也吃些，但瓦希德說他們在我們來之前剛吃過。法里德和我卷起衣袖，手抓面包，浸在蔬菜湯里面，吃了起來。吃的時候，我看著瓦希德的兒子，他們?nèi)齻€都很瘦，臉上臟兮兮的，棕色的頭發(fā)剪得很短，戴著無邊草帽，不時偷偷看著我的電子手表。最小那個在他哥哥耳邊說了些什么，他哥哥點點頭，眼神一直沒離開我的手表。最大那個男孩——我猜想他大概十二歲——搖晃著身體，眼光也落在我的手表上。吃完之后，瑪麗亞端來一陶罐水，我洗過手，問瓦希德我能不能送點禮物給他兒子。他不許，但我執(zhí)意要送，他勉強同意了。我把手表脫下來，交給三個男孩中最小那個。他怯生生地說了句“謝謝”。
“它可以告訴你世界任何城市的時間?！蔽腋嬖V他。孩子們禮貌地點點頭，將手表傳來傳去，輪流試戴。但他們很快就不感興趣了，將手表扔在草席上。