追风筝的人阿塞夫结局 残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(19)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(19)  

One day
in July 1973
I played another little trick on Hassan. I was reading to him
and suddenly I strayed from the written story. I pretended I was reading from the book
flipping pages regularly
but I had abandoned the text altogether
taken over the story
and made up my own. Hassan
of course
was oblivious to this. To him
the words on the page were a scramble of codes
indecipherable
mysterious. Words were secret doorways and I held all the keys. After
I started to ask him if he'd liked the story
a giggle rising in my throat
when Hassan began to clap.
"What are you doing?"I said.
"That was the best story you've read me in a long time
"he said
still clapping.
"你很久没念过这么精彩的故事了。"他说，仍拍着双手。
I laughed. "Really?"
"Really."
"That's fascinating
"I muttered. I meant it too. This was... wholly unexpected. "Are you sure
Hassan?"
He was still clapping. "It was great
Amir agha. Will you read me more of it tomorrow?"
"Fascinating
"I repeated
a little breathless
feeling like a man who discovers a buried treasure in his own backyard. Walking down the hill
thoughts were exploding in my head like the fireworks at "Chaman". "Best story you've read me in a long time"
he'd said. I had read him a "lot" of stories. Hassan was asking me something.
"What?"I said.
"What does that mean
‘fascinating'?"
I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"What was that for?"he said
startled
blushing.
I gave him a friendly shove. Smiled. "You're a prince
Hassan. You're a prince and I love you."