I wish you a better version of yourself in reading
The last issue introduced the book "The Kite Chaser", and this issue selected some wonderful bridge sections to taste with everyone.
The protagonist of this book, Amir, is a rich young master, who was very kind when he was a child, and can even be said to be a little cowardly. There is a wonderful description in the book that takes place between Amir's father and colleagues, who overhear Amir overhears while they talk about Amir in private:
Amir overheard the conversation
Racine Khan (father's friend) laughed. "Kids aren't picture books, and you can't patronize and paint your favorite colors."
"I mean," Dad said, "I'm not like that at all." The kids I grew up with weren't like him either. ”
"You know, sometimes you're the most self-righteous of anyone I know." Rahim Khan said. Of all the people I knew, he was the only one who dared to talk to Dad like that.
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I heard Dad move his body and the leather chair creak. I closed my eyes, my ears pressed more close to the door panel, and I wanted to hear it, but I didn't want to hear it. "Sometimes I look out of this window and I see him (Amir) playing in the street with the neighbor's kids. I saw them pushing and shoving him, taking his toys, pushing him here, hitting him there. You know, he never fought back, never. He just...... Bow your head, and then..."
"It shows that he's not violent." Rahim Khan said.
"I don't mean that, Racine, you know." Dad yelled at him, "There's something missing from this kid." ”
"Yes, there is a lack of a despicable character."
"Self-defense has nothing to do with meanness. Do you know how things always go? Whenever the neighbors' children bullied him, it was always Hassan (Amir's friend) who stepped forward and held them back. I saw it with my own eyes. When they got home, I asked him, 'What's the scar on Hassan's face?' He said, 'He fell. I tell you, Racine, there's something missing from this kid. ”
"All you have to do is let him find his way."
Amir grew up to be a fiction writer in the United States.
When he learns that his friend Hassan, who had been protecting and loyally following him as a child, was killed while guarding an old Afghan home. Hassan's son, Sohrab, who was also imprisoned because his parents were killed, decided to rush to war-torn Afghanistan and rescue Sohrab.
After Sohrab was rescued to the United States, he was discriminated against by locals and even his family because of his status as an Afghan. There is a wonderful scene in the book, amir said to his father-in-law at dinner with the whole family, he said the truth that ordinary people can't say, and the courage he showed was to make the family respect this child who had suffered from war:
I turned to the general (Amir's father-in-law), "You know, Your Honor, my father slept with his servant's wife. She bore him a son named Hassan. Now that Hassan is dead, the boy sleeping on the couch is Hassan's son. He's my nephew. If someone asks, you can tell them that. ”
They all stared at me.
"And, Your Honor," I said, "when I am here in the future, please never call him 'Hazara Boy.'" He has a name, and his name is Sohrab. ”
He has a name, Your Honor, General
At the end of the article, because Hassan used to help him chase kites, Amir also hopes that this friendship will be passed on from generation to generation, so he and Sohrab fly kites together:
Behind us, the children were galloping, and the kite chasers kept screaming and messing up, chasing the broken-line kite that was fluttering high above the treetop. I blinked and the smile was gone. But it showed up there, and I saw it. "Do you want me to chase that kite for you?" His (Sohrab's) throat squirmed up and down. The wind swept up his hair. I think I saw him nod.
"For you, a thousand times." I heard myself say.
Then I turned around and I chased.
It was just a smile, nothing else. It didn't get everything back to normal. It didn't get anything back to normal. Just a smile, a little thing, like a leaf in the woods, swaying in the flight of a startling bird. But I'll greet it with open arms. For whenever spring comes, it always melts a snowflake every time; and perhaps what I have just seen is the melting of the first snowflake. I chase. An adult runs through a crowd of screaming children. But I don't care. I chased, the wind blowing across my face, and a big smile like Panjshire Canyon hung on my lips. I chase.
Amir's kindness eventually led to this story of retribution. Many times, giving a child with a pure nature the right treatment will make him gradually grow into a brave person with a delicate mind but a social responsibility.
I wish you a better self in reading, I am the owner of Zhihui Pavilion, we will see you in the next issue.