追风筝的人是真实的吗 残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(31)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(31)  

Baba never missed Hassan's birthday. For a while
he used to ask Hassan what he wanted
but he gave up doing that because Hassan was always too modest to actually suggest a present. So every winter Baba picked something out himself. He bought him a Japanese toy truck one year
an electric lootive and train track set another year. The previous year
Baba had surprised Hassan with a leather cowboy hat just like the one Clint Easood wore in "The Good
the Bad
and the Ugly"--which had unseated "The Magnificent Seven" as our favorite Western. That whole winter
Hassan and I took turns wearing the hat
and belted out the film's famous music as we climbed mounds of snow and shot each other dead.
We took off our gloves and removed our snow-laden boots at the front door. When we stepped into the foyer
we found Baba sitting by the wood-burning cast-iron stove with a short
balding Indian man dressed in a brown suit and red tie.
"Hassan
" Baba said
smiling coyly
"meet your birthday present."
"哈桑，"爸爸说，脸上带着不好意思的微笑，"来见见你的生日礼物。"
Hassan and I traded blank looks. There was no gift-wrapped box in sight. No bag. No toy. Just Ali standing behind us
and Baba with this slight Indian fellow who looked a little like a mathematics teacher.
The Indian man in the brown suit smiled and offered Hassan his hand. "I am Dr. Kumar
" he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He spoke Farsi with a thick
rolling Hindi accent.
"Salaam alaykum
" Hassan said uncertainly. He gave a polite tip of the head
but his eyes sought his father behind him. Ali moved closer and set his hand on Hassan's shoulder.
Baba met Hassan's wary--and puzzled--eyes. "I have summoned Dr. Kumar from New Delhi. Dr. Kumar is a plastic surgeon."
"Do you know what that is?" the Indian man--Dr. Kumar-- said.
Hassan shook his head. He looked to me for help but I shrugged. All I knew was that you went to a surgeon to fix you when you had appendicitis. I knew this because one of my classmates had died of it the year before and the teacher had told us they had waited too long to take him to a surgeon. We both looked to Ali
but of course with him you could never tell. His face was impassive as ever
though something sober had melted into his eyes.