雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(63)

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(chǎng)風(fēng)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(zé)和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟隨父親逃往美國(guó)。

成年后的阿米爾始終無(wú)法原諒自己當(dāng)年對(duì)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(diǎn)心力，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)一個(gè)驚天謊言，兒時(shí)的噩夢(mèng)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(xì)膩的筆法勾勒人性的本質(zhì)與救贖，讀來(lái)令人蕩氣回腸。

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Baba spoke in a low voice, the one he took on whenever I embarrassed him in public. “Aren’t you going to thank Assef jan? That was very considerate of him.”
I wished Baba would stop calling him that. How often did he call me “Amir jan”? “Thanks,” I said. Assef’s mother looked at me like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t, and I realized that neither of Assef’s parents had said a word. Before I could embarrass myself and Baba anymore--but mostly to get away from Assef and his grin--I stepped away. “Thanks for coming,” I said.
I squirmed my way through the throng of guests and slipped through the wrought-iron gates. Two houses down from our house, there was a large, barren dirt lot. I’d heard Baba tell Rahim Khan that a judge had bought the land and that an architect was working on the design. For now, the lot was bare, save for dirt, stones, and weeds.
I tore the wrapping paper from Assef’s present and tilted the book cover in the moonlight. It was a biography of Hitler. I threw it amid a tangle of weeds.
I leaned against the neighbor’s wall, slid down to the ground. I just sat in the dark for a while, knees drawn to my chest, looking up at the stars, waiting for the night to be over.
“Shouldn’t you be entertaining your guests?” a familiar voice said. Rahim Khan was walking toward me along the wall.
“They don’t need me for that. Baba’s there, remember?” I said. The ice in Rahim Khan’s drink clinked when he sat next to me. “I didn’t know you drank.”
“Turns out I do,” he said. Elbowed me playfully. “But only on the most important occasions.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”

爸爸放低了聲音，每次我當(dāng)眾給他難堪，他就會(huì)這樣,“你不謝謝親愛(ài)的阿塞夫嗎?他太周到了?！?/p>

我希望爸爸別那樣叫他，他叫過(guò)我?guī)状巍坝H愛(ài)的阿米爾”呢?“謝謝?！蔽艺f(shuō)。阿塞夫的母親看著我，欲言又止。我意識(shí)到阿塞夫的雙親還沒(méi)說(shuō)過(guò)一句話。為了不再讓我自己和爸爸難堪——但主要是因?yàn)椴幌肟吹桨⑷蚝退男δ槨易唛_了?！爸x謝你來(lái)?！蔽艺f(shuō)。

我從擁擠的賓客中走出來(lái)，偷偷溜出那扇鍛鐵大門。我們家往下兩座房子，有一片很大的空地。我聽爸爸告訴拉辛汗，有個(gè)法官買下了那片地，建筑師正在設(shè)計(jì)藍(lán)圖?，F(xiàn)在，那塊地皮是荒蕪的，只有泥土、石塊和野草。
我扯開阿塞夫的禮物外面那層包裝紙，借著月光端詳書的封面。那是一本希特勒自傳。我將它扔在雜草中。
我倚著鄰居的墻壁，滑坐在地上，只是在黑暗中坐一會(huì)兒，膝蓋抵著胸膛，抬眼望著星星，等著夜晚結(jié)束。
“你不用去陪你的客人嗎?”一個(gè)熟悉的聲音說(shuō)，拉辛汗沿著墻壁朝我走來(lái)。
“他們不用我陪。爸爸在那邊呢，你忘了?”我說(shuō)。拉辛汗酒杯中的冰塊叮咚響，他坐在我身邊?！拔也恢涝瓉?lái)你也喝酒?！?br />“我喝酒，”他說(shuō)，高興地用手肘撞了我一下，“不過(guò)只有在重要的場(chǎng)合才喝?！?br />我微笑:“謝謝?！?