追风筝的人经典书评 残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(44)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(44)  

I kept stealing glances at Baba sitting with Rahim Khan on the roof
wondered what he was thinking. Was he cheering for me? Or did a part of him enjoy watching me fail? That was the thing about kite flying: Your mind drifted with the kite.
They were ing down all over the place now
the kites
and I was still flying. I was still flying. My eyes kept wandering over to Baba
bundled up in his wool sweater. Was he surprised I had lasted as long as I had? You don't keep your eyes to the sky
you won't last much longer. I snapped my gaze back to the sky. A red kite was closing in on me--I'd caught it just in time. I tangled a bit with it
ended up besting him when he became impatient and tried to cut me from below.
Up and down the streets
kite runners were returning triumphantly
their captured kites held high. They showed them off to their parents
their friends. But they all knew the best was yet to e. The biggest prize of all was still flying. I sliced a bright yellow kite with a coiled white tail. It cost me another gash on the?index finger and blood trickled down into my palm. I had Hassan hold the string and sucked the blood dry
blotted my finger against my jeans.
街头巷尾满是凯旋而回的追风筝者，他们高举追到的战利品，拿着它们在亲朋好友面前炫耀。但他们统统知道最好的还没出现，最大的奖项还在飞翔。我割断了一只带有白色尾巴的黄风筝，代价是食指又多了一道伤口，血液汩汩流入我的掌心。我让哈桑拿着线，把血吸乾，在牛仔裤上擦擦手指。
Within another hour
the number of surviving kites dwindled from maybe fifty to a dozen. I was one of them. I'd made it to the last dozen. I knew this part of the tournament would take a while
because the guys who had lasted this long were good--they wouldn't easily fall into simple traps like the old lift-and-dive
Hassan's favorite trick.
By three o'clock that afternoon
tufts of clouds had drifted in and the sun had slipped behind them. Shadows started to lengthen. The spectators on the roofs bundled up in scarves and thick coats. We were down to a half dozen and I was still flying. My legs ached and my neck was stiff. But with each defeated kite
?hope grew in my heart
like snow collecting on a wall
one flake at a time.
My eyes kept returning to a blue kite that had been wreaking havoc for the last hour.
"How many has he cut?" I asked.
"I counted eleven
" Hassan said.
"Do you know whose it might be?"
Hassan clucked his tongue and tipped his chin. That was a trademark Hassan gesture
meant he had no idea. The blue kite sliced a big purple one and swept ice in big loops. Ten minutes later
he'd cut another o
sending hordes of kite runners racing after them.