the kite runner-第27部分

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carf；　faded　jeans。　A　thin　boy；　a　little　sallow；　and　a　tad　short　for　his　twelve　years。　He　had　narrow　shoulders　and　a　hint　of　dark　circles　around　his　pale　hazel　eyes。　The　breeze　rustled　his　light　brown　hair。　He　looked　up　to　me　and　we　smiled　at　each　other。
Then　I　was　screaming；　and　everything　was　color　and　sound；　everything　was　alive　and　good。　I　was　throwing　my　free　arm　around　Hassan　and　we　were　hopping　up　and　down；　both　of　us　laughing；　both　of　us　weeping。　　You　won；　Amir　agha！　You　won！　
　We　won！　We　won！　　was　all　I　could　say。　This　wasn　t　happening。　In　a　moment；　I　d　blink　and　rouse　from　this　beautiful　dream；　get　out　of　bed；　march　down　to　the　kitchen　to　eat　breakfast　with　no　one　to　talk　to　but　Hassan。　Get　dressed。　Wait　for　Baba。　Give　up。　Back　to　my　old　life。　Then　I　saw　Baba　on　our　roof。　He　was　standing　on　the　edge；　pumping　both　of　his　fists。　Hollering　and　clapping。　And　that　right　there　was　the　single　greatest　moment　of　my　twelve　years　of　life；　seeing　Baba　on　that　roof；　proud　of　me　at　last。
But　he　was　doing　something　now；　motioning　with　his　hands　in　an　urgent　way。　Then　I　understood。　　Hassan；　we……　
　I　know；　　he　said；　breaking　our　embrace。　　_Inshallah_；　we　ll　celebrate　later。　Right　now；　I　m　going　to　run　that　blue　kite　for　you；　　he　said。　He　dropped　the　spool　and　took　off　running；　the　hem　of　his　green　chapan　dragging　in　the　snow　behind　him。
　Hassan！　　I　called。　　e　back　with　it！　
He　was　already　turning　the　street　corner；　his　rubber　boots　kicking　up　snow。　He　stopped；　turned。　He　cupped　his　hands　around　his　mouth。　　For　you　a　thousand　times　over！　　he　said。　Then　he　smiled　his　Hassan　smile　and　disappeared　around　the　corner。　The　next　time　I　saw　him　smile　unabashedly　like　that　was　twenty…six　years　later；　in　a　faded　Polaroid　photograph。
I　began　to　pull　my　kite　back　as　people　rushed　to　congratulate　me。　I　shook　hands　with　them；　said　my　thanks。　The　younger　kids　looked　at　me　with　an　awestruck　twinkle　in　their　eyes；　I　was　a　hero。　Hands　patted　my　back　and　tousled　my　hair。　I　pulled　on　the　string　and　returned　every　smile；　but　my　mind　was　on　the　blue　kite。
Finally；　I　had　my　kite　in　hand。　I　wrapped　the　loose　string　that　had　collected　at　my　feet　around　the　spool；　shook　a　few　more　hands；　and　trotted　home。　When　I　reached　the　wrought…iron　gates；　Ali　was　waiting　on　the　other　side。　He　stuck　his　hand　through　the　bars。　　Congratulations；　　he　said。
I　gave　him　my　kite　and　spool；　shook　his　hand。　　Tashakor；　Ali　jan。　
　I　was　praying　for　you　the　whole　time。　
　Then　keep　praying。　We　re　not　done　yet。　
I　hurried　back　to　the　street。　I　didn　t　ask　Ali　about　Baba。　I　didn　t　want　to　see　him　yet。　In　my　head；　I　had　it　all　planned：　I　d　make　a　grand　entrance；　a　hero；　prized　trophy　in　my　bloodied　hands。　Heads　would　turn　and　eyes　would　lock。　Rostam　and　Sohrab　sizing　each　other　up。　A　dramatic　moment　of　silence。　Then　the　old　warrior　would　walk　to　the　young　one；　embrace　him；　acknowledge　his　worthiness。　Vindication。　Salvation。　Redemption。　And　then？　Well。。。　happily　ever　after；　of　course。　What　else？
The　streets　of　Wazir　Akbar　Khan　were　numbered　and　set　at　right　angles　to　each　other　like　a　grid。　It　was　a　new　neighborhood　then；　still　developing；　with　empty　lots　of　land　and　half…constructed　homes　on　every　street　between　pounds　surrounded　by　eight…foot　walls。　I　ran　up　and　down　every　street；　looking　for　Hassan。　Everywhere；　people　were　busy　folding　chairs；　packing　food　and　utensils　after　a　long　day　of　partying。　Some；　still　sitting　on　their　rooftops；　shouted　their　congratulations　to　me。
Four　streets　south　of　ours；　I　saw　Omar；　the　son　of　an　engineer　who　was　a　friend　of　Baba　s。　He　was　dribbling　a　soccer　ball　with　his　brother　on　the　front　lawn　of　their　house。　Omar　was　a　pretty　good　guy。　We　d　been　classmates　in　fourth　grade；　and　one　time　he　d　given　me　a　fountain　pen；　the　kind　you　had　to　load　with　a　cartridge。
　I　heard　you　won；　Amir；　　he　said。　　Congratulations。　
　Thanks。　Have　you　seen　Hassan？　
　Your　Hazara？　
I　nodded。
Omar　headed　the　ball　to　his　brother。　　I　hear　he　s　a　great　kite　runner。　　His　brother　headed　the　ball　back　to　him。　Omar　caught　it；　tossed　it　up　and　down。　　Although　I　ve　always　wondered　how　he　manages。　I　mean；　with　thos