雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(186)

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，讀來令人蕩氣回腸。

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“You can hardly walk.”
“I can walk to the end of the hall and back,” I said.
“I’ll b fine.” The plan was this: Leave the hospital. Get the money fror the safe-deposit box and pay my medical bills. Drive to the orphanage and drop Sohrab off with John and Betty Caldwell Then get a ride to Islamabad and change travel plans. Give mysel a few more days to get better. Fly home.That was the plan, anyway. Until Farid and Sohrab arrived tha morning. “Your friends, this John and Betty Caldwell, they aren’ in Peshawar,” Farid said.It had taken me ten minutes Just to slip into my pirhan tumban. My chest, where they’d cut me to insert the chest tube hurt when I raised my arm, and my stomach throbbed every time I leaned over. I was drawing ragged breaths just from the effort of packing a few of my belongings into a brown paper bag. But I’d managed to get ready and was sitting on the edge of the bed when Farid came in with the news. Sohrab sat on the bed next to me.
“Where did they go?” I asked.Farid shook his head. “You don’t understand--”
“Because Rahim Khan said--”
“I went to the U.S. consulate,” Farid said, picking up my bag. “There never was a John and Betty Caldwell in Peshawar. According to the people at the consulate, they never existed. Not here in Peshawar, anyhow.”Next to me, Sohrab was flipping through the pages of the old National Geographic.WE GOT THE MONEY from the bank. The manager, a paunchy man with sweat patches under his arms, kept flashing smiles and telling me that no one in the bank had touched the money.“Absolutely nobody,” he said gravely, swinging his index finger the same way Armand had.Driving through Peshawar with so much money in a paper bag was a slightly frightening experience. Plus, I suspected every bearded man who stared at me to be a Talib killer, sent by Assef. Two things compounded my fears: There are a lot of bearded men in Peshawar, and everybody stares.“What do we do with him?” Farid said, walking me slowly from the hospital accounting office back to the car. Sohrab was in the backseat of the Land Cruiser, looking at trafficthrough the rolled-down window, chin resting on his palms.
“He can’t stay in Peshawar,” I said, panting.

“你幾乎寸步難行。”
“我能走到走廊那邊，再走回來。”我說，
“我會(huì)沒事的?！庇?jì)劃是這樣的：離開醫(yī)院，從保險(xiǎn)箱里面把錢取出來，付清醫(yī)藥費(fèi)，開車到那家恤孤院，把索拉博交給約翰和貝蒂?卡爾德威。然后前往伊斯蘭堡，調(diào)整旅行計(jì)劃，給我自己幾天時(shí)間，等身子好一些就飛回家。無(wú)論如何，計(jì)劃就是這樣，直到那天早晨法里德和索拉博來臨?！澳愕呐笥?，約翰和貝蒂?卡爾德威，他們不在白沙瓦?！狈ɡ锏抡f。我花了十分鐘才將棉袍穿上。他們?cè)谖倚靥砰_過插胸管的口子，我抬手的時(shí)候那兒痛得厲害；而且每次傾斜身體，總是臟腑翻動(dòng)。我將一些隨身物品收進(jìn)一個(gè)棕色的紙袋，累得氣喘吁吁。但法里德帶著那個(gè)消息到來之前，我已經(jīng)設(shè)法準(zhǔn)備妥當(dāng)，坐在床沿。索拉博挨著我，坐在床上。
“他們?nèi)ツ牧?？”我問。法里德?lián)u搖頭：“你還不明白……”
“因?yàn)槔梁拐f……”
“我去過美國(guó)領(lǐng)事館，”法里德提起我的袋子說，“白沙瓦從來沒有叫約翰和貝蒂?卡爾德威的人。領(lǐng)事館的人說，沒有這兩個(gè)人。無(wú)論如何，自沙瓦這里沒有。”索拉博在我身旁翻閱著那本舊《國(guó)家地理》。我們到銀行取錢。經(jīng)理是個(gè)大腹便便的男人，腋窩下有汗?jié)n；他不斷露出笑臉，告訴我銀行的人從未碰過那筆錢。“絕對(duì)沒有。”他鄭重地說，搖著他的食指。阿曼德也那樣做過。帶著這么一大袋錢開車駛過白沙瓦，真有點(diǎn)膽戰(zhàn)心驚。另外，我懷疑每個(gè)看著我的大胡子都是阿塞夫派來的塔利班殺手。而令我恐懼的是：白沙瓦有很多大胡子，他們都盯著我?！拔覀?cè)撛趺窗仓盟俊狈ɡ锏抡f，陪著我慢慢從醫(yī)院的付賬辦公室走回汽車。索拉博在陸地巡洋艦的后座上，搖下車窗，掌心托著下巴，望著街上過往車輛。
“他不能留在白沙瓦?！蔽掖鴼庹f。