The kite chaser's fifth chapter

Chapter 5

I don't know what makes a thunderous sound, and then the earth shakes slightly. We hear the gunshots of "bang-bang. "Dad !" Hassan shouted. We ran out of the living room and saw Alibaba running in the hallway with its feet. "Dad! What is that ?" Hassan shouted and stretched his arms toward Alibaba. Alibaba reached out and grabbed us. A flash of white light, the night sky lit up silver. It was a white light, followed by gunshots like a storm. "They are hunting wild ducks ." "They hunt ducks at night, don't be afraid," said Alibaba ." There was a beep in the distance. I don't know where the broken glass came from, but some people shouted. I heard people woke up from their sleep and ran to the street. Maybe they were still wearing pajamas, and they were sleeping. Hassan was crying, and Ali hugged him and gently stroked him. Later, I told myself that I was not jealous of Hasan, and I was not at all jealous. We were so trembling that we could not wait until dawn. Gunshots and explosions have not been over in an hour, but we are frightened because we have never heard of a gun on the street. These sounds were strange to us at the time. The Afghan children whose ears had no sound but were shot were not yet born. In the restaurant, we crowded into a pile, waiting for the sun to rise, no one realized that the past life style has ended. Our way of life, even if it has not been completely terminated, is just a sigh of relief. The end of the formal termination was in April 1978, when the coup occurred, followed by December 1979, where the Russian tanks cheered on the streets where I played with Hassan and brought death to my folks, the age of endless blood flow. When the sun was rising, Dad's car drove into the driveway. He closed the door heavily and rushed to make a heavy noise on the steps. Then he appeared at the door, and I saw a look on his face that I could not recognize at the moment, because he had never seen fear before. "Amyr! Hasan !" He shouted and ran toward us with open arms. "They blocked all the roads and the call broke again, so I was worried ." We stopped in his arms. After a while, I felt so happy to go crazy, no matter what happened that night. They are not hunting wild ducks at all. The truth is finally revealed: on the night of June July 17, 1973, they didn't even take a shot at anything. In the early morning of the next day, Kabir, whose dream woke up, found that the monarchy had become history. King chahir is far away from Italy and his cousin, 'Mr. daoudkhan (1909 ~ 1978) served as the President of the Republic of Afghanistan since January 1, 1973, and was stabbed on 1978 .) When he was absent, he initiated a coup and ended his 40-year regime without killing more. I remember that the next morning, Dad and lasinhan drank black tea and listened to the latest news about the coup broadcast by the Kabir radio station. Hassan and I hid out of my father's study. "Mr Amel ?" Hasan whispered. "Why ?" "What is 'gone '?" I shrugged: "I don't understand ." The term "Republican" was spread over and over again on Dad's radio. "Mr Amel ?" "Why ?" "'Gon', do you want me to leave here with my father ?" "I don't think so ." I whispered. Hasan thought for a moment and said, "Mr Amel ?" "What ?" "I don't want them to send me and dad away ." I smiled and said, "Okay, you ass. No one will send you away ." "Mr Amel ?" "What ?" "Do you want to climb our tree ?" I have a better smile. This is also Hasan's skill. He always knows how to say the right thing at the right time-the news on the radio is so stuffy. Hasan went back to his cold room to prepare for it. I ran upstairs and grabbed a book. Then I went to the kitchen, stuffed a pine nut into my pocket, and ran out. Hassan waited for me. We crossed the front door and headed for the mountain. We walked through a residential area and walked forward in a deserted open space leading to a hill. Suddenly, a rock hit Hassan's back. We turned around and my heart sank. MAF and his two friends, vari and kamo, are approaching us. MAF's father is mongomud, and my father's friend is a plane pilot. His home is located in a luxurious residential area, surrounded by the high wall of the deep courtyard and palm, just south of our house, just several streets. Everyone who lives in the Al-azyr Akba Khan District in kabkabir knows that MAF and his notorious stainless steel boxing kit are not willing to taste them. Because his father is an Afghan, his mother is a German, his blue-eyed husband has a golden hair and is taller than other children. He is fierce and has a long reputation. People are always afraid of it. Beside him, a group of tiger-running party feathers walked in nearby streets, like a sweat, accompanied by a part of the anchor, inspected his territory. What he said is the law. If you need some legal education, his stainless steel boxing case is undoubtedly the best teaching aid. I have seen him torture a kid in the cardcha area with that boxing case. I will never forget the almost crazy glow in the blue eyes of MAF, and his evil smiling face-the poor child was beaten by him, he grinned. Some children in the vazyr Akba Khan District named him "a pair of ears ". Of course, no one dared to name him like this in person, unless they wanted to know what happened to the poor child: He competed for a kite with his husband, and then salvaged his right ear from the stinking ditch on the side of the road. After many years, I learned an English word and couldn't find the corresponding word in French. It could be used to describe the scum of MAF: anti-social elements. Among the boys who tortured Alibaba, MAF was far more vicious than others. As a matter of fact, people use "babaru" to ridicule Alibaba. He was the author. Hello, who have you eaten today? Oh? Come on, Baba. Smile at us. In those days when he thought it was particularly exciting, he would repeat it with vinegar: Hey, you have a bad nose, Baba. Who have eaten today? Tell us, your blind ass! Now he is putting his hands behind his back, kicking the dust with those sneakers, and heading toward us. "Good morning, haha !" Said MAF. "Bitter haha" is another word that the husband prefers to insult people. The three of them are bigger than us. Seeing them approaching, Hasan hid behind me. They stood in front of us, three tall boys in jeans and T-shirts. MAF is the most burly, with chest and arms, with a fierce smile on his face. I have thought that my husband is not a normal person more than once. Fortunately, I have a father like my father, and I believe it is because of this that the husband did not dare to be arrogant to me. He raised his chin toward Hassan. "Hey, you have a bad nose," he said. "Is Baba RuO okay ?" Hassan left behind me and stepped back. "Have you heard the message, boy ?" MAF said, his face still carries the evil smile. "The King ran away and ran well! Long live the president! My father is familiar with daude Khan. Do you know him, Amil ?" "My father knows him too ." I said, I don't even know if it is true. "Okay, daude Khan had dinner at my house last year ." MAF continued, "How are you doing ?" I was wondering if someone would have heard of us if we had a loud cry for help in this wasteland? Dad's house is one kilometer away. It would be nice if we stayed at home! "Do you know what I will say to him next time daude Khan arrives at our house for dinner ?" "I will talk to him a little while talking to men. Tell him what I told his mother about Hitler. Now we have a great leader, a great leader, and a ambitious man. I will tell daude Khan and remind him to remember that if Hitler completes his unfinished business, the world will become better than it is now ." "My father said that Hitler was a madman and he ordered the killing of many innocent people ." I was too late to cover my mouth with my hands. "He said the same thing as my mother. She is a German. She should have been more clear. But they want you to think so, right? They don't want you to know the truth ." I don't know who they are or what truth they have hidden. I don't even want to know. I hope I didn't say anything, and I hope I can look up and see my father coming up to the mountains. "But you have to read the books you cannot see in the school ." "I have read it, and I have been stunned. Now I have an ambition to tell our president. Do you want to know what it is ?" I shake my head. After all, he still said, and his husband always answers his questions. His blue eyes looked at Hasan: "Afghanistan is a place of the pshtu people. It has always been, and it will always be. We are real Afghan people, purebred Afghan people, but this is not a mess. People like them have contaminated our land and our country, and they have contaminated our blood ." He waved his hands and made an exaggerated gesture. "I said that this is my ambition for the Pushtu people in Afghanistan ." MAF looked at me again, and he seemed to have just woken up from his dream. "When Hitler was born," he said. "But we still have time ." He stretched out his hand and went to the back pocket of his jeans to find something. "I want to beg the president to finish what the king did before, and send an army to clear all the rubbish, these dirty Hazaras ." "Let us go, MAF," I said, disgusted with our trembling voice. "We are not in your way ." "Oh, you're in trouble ." Said MAF. My heart began to sink when I saw him pull out of his trouser pocket. Of course, he pulled out the brass-colored stainless steel boxing case, shining in the sun. "You are seriously obstructing me. In fact, you are more in the way of me than this harzara kid. How can you talk to him, play with him, and let him touch you ?" His voice is full of dislike. Mr. buri and Mr. kamo nodded and agreed. The husband frowned and shook his head. When he spoke again, his voice seemed as confused as his expression. "How can you treat him as a friend '?" But he is not my friend! I almost said it. Have I really thought about this? Of course not. I never thought about it. I am very nice to Hasan, like treating friends, or even better, like a brother. But in this case, why did my father's friends visit with their children? I never called Hassan when I was playing a game? Why do I play with Hassan only when I have no other people around? He put on his stainless steel boxing case and gave me a cold look. "You are also a problem, Amil. Without an idiot like you and your father, we would have been able to get rid of these harzara people. All of them should go to Hazarajat, a mountainous area in central Afghanistan, where they are located in Hazarajat .), Rotten in the place where they belong. You are an Afghan scum ." I looked at his arrogant eyes and understood his eyes. He really wanted to hurt me. MAF raised his fist and came to me. There was a burst of activity sound behind me. I glanced at my eyes and saw Hassan bent down and quickly stood up. MAF looked behind me and glared at me in surprise. I saw vari and camo look behind me, and they looked shocked. I turned around and saw Hassan's slingshot. Hasan pulled the rubber belt full and covered it with a walnut-sized stone on the bow. Hassan used a slingshot to his face. He used all his strength to pull the slingshot, his hands trembling, and sweat flowing out on his forehead. "Please let us go, sir ." Hassan said calmly. He called his husband a young master and thought in my mind: With this deep-rooted consciousness, what is the taste of living in a well-classified place? Husband gritted his teeth and said, "Put it down. You are a harzara boy without an old lady ." "Please let us go, sir ." Hasan said. MAF smiled and said, "Didn't you see it? We have three people. You only have two ." Hassan shrugged. From the perspective of outsiders, he was calm, but hassan's face was familiar to me from an early age. I knew all the slight changes in his face, and his face could not hide my eyes. I can see that he is very scared. "Yes, sir. But maybe you didn't see it. I was the one who pulled the slingshot. If you dare to make a motion, they will get rid of your nickname. They will not call you 'ear-eating taobao', but 'eye-catching taobao '. Because this rock is targeted at your left eye ." He said calmly, even if it was me, he had to make every effort to hear the fear in his calm voice. MAF's mouth twitched. Buri and kamo were unbelievable when they saw the strong and weak trend. Someone was challenging their God and humiliated him. What's worse, this guy is actually a thin Hazara. MAF, look at the rock and then Hasan. He looked at Hasan's face carefully. What he saw must have convinced him that Hasan was not threatening because he put down his fist. "You should know something about me, harzara ." "I am a very patient person," said MAF with a gloomy face. Today, this is not enough. Believe me ." He turned to me, "I am not finished with you, Amil. One day, I will let you try my best ." MAF stepped back, and he followed the shift. "Your Hazara made a big mistake today, Amil ." He said, and then turned and left. I watched them go down the hill and disappear behind a wall. Hassan shook hands and tried to insert the slingshot back to his waist. He bent his lips, or wanted to smile with peace of mind. He tried five times to tie the slingshot to his trousers. We walked home heavily, knowing that husband and his friends may be waiting to pick us up at a certain corner, and no one spoke. They didn't. That should make us feel relieved. But we do not. In the next few years, people in Kabul occasionally talk about words like "economic development" and "Reform. The constitutional monarchy was abandoned and replaced by the republican system under the leadership of the President of the Republic. For a while, this country is thriving and has various ambitious goals, people talking about women's rights and modern technology. For most people, even though the palace in Kabul has changed to a new master, life remains the same as before. People still go to work from Saturday to Thursday, and they gather at the park, the Lake of Monica, or the Pagman Park for a picnic every Friday. Colorful buses and freight cars are filled with passengers, flowing across the narrow streets of Kabul, driver assistants cross sitting on the back of the bumper, shouting with a strong accent in the kaburi dialect, provide guidance for drivers. To the three-day Eid, the fasting month (the ninth month of the calendar is the fasting month .) During the subsequent festivals, the people in Kabul wore their latest and best clothes and visited each other. People hug and kiss each other and wish each other a happy Eid ". The child opens the gift and plays with the boiled eggs. In the early winter of 1974, Hasan and I were playing in the courtyard one day and built a castle with snow. At this moment, Alibaba calls him into the house: "Hasan, old man wants to talk to you !" He was dressed in white and stood at the door with both hands under his armpit. Hassan smiled at me. We waited for him to summon him all day: It was Hasan's birthday. "What is that, dad? Do you know? Can you tell us ?" Hasan said, his eyes are filled with joy. Alibaba shrugged: "My Lord did not tell me ." "Come on, Alibaba, tell us ." I urged him, "Is there a picture album? Or a new pistol ?" Like Hassan, Alibaba is not good at lying. Every year on our birthday, he pretended not to know what gift his father had bought. Every year, his eyes sell him out, and we can cover the gift from his mouth. But this time he seems to have no idea. Dad never forgets Hassan's birthday. Once, he often asked Hassan what he wanted, but then he did not ask, because Hasan's things were too subtle and could not be called a gift, so every winter his father chooses something. One year he bought a Japanese toy car. Last year, I was overjoyed by my father and bought him a fur cowboy hat, clint iswood took this hat to perform "Huang jinsan guest"-This movie replaces "Qi Xia dang yi zhi" and becomes our favorite Western film. Throughout the winter, Hassan and I took turns wearing that hat, singing the famous movie theme song, climbing up the snow pile, and fighting. We took off our gloves at the front door and wiped the snow from our boots. We walked into the porch and saw our father sitting in front of the burning iron oven, sitting next to a short bald Indian, wearing a brown suit and a red tie. "Hassan," said Dad, with an embarrassing smile on his face. "Come and see your birthday present ." Hassan and I looked at each other. There were no boxes with gifts, no bags, no toys, only Ali standing behind us, and dad, and the Indians who looked like math. India in a brown suit smiled and reached out to Hasan. "I'm Dr Kuma," he said. "Nice to meet you ." His French language carries a strong Indian tongue. "Hello ." "Said Hasan Nakhon. He nodded politely, but his eyes looked at his father standing behind him. Alibaba stepped forward and put his hand on Hasan's shoulder. Dad looked at Hassan's puzzled eyes: "I have invited Dr. Kuma from New Delhi, who is a plastic surgery surgeon ." "Do you know what it is ?" The Indian doctor Kuma said. Hassan shook his head. He looked at me with a look, but I shrugged. I only know that if people have appendicitis, they have to go to the surgeon for treatment. I know that this was because a classmate died of appendicitis in the past year. Our teacher said that he had been dragging on for too long before he went to the surgeon. The two of us are looking at Alibaba, but we certainly cannot get the answer from him. Like in the past, he still had no emotion, but his eyes became more serious. "Let's say that," said Dr Kuma. "My job is to repair people's bodies, sometimes people's faces ." "Oh," Hassan said. He looked at Doctor Kuma, his father, and Alibaba, and reached out to cover his lips. "Oh ." He added. "This is not an ordinary gift, I know ." Dad said, "Maybe not what you want, but this gift will accompany you for life ." "Oh," Hassan said. He licked his lips and cleared his throat and said, "Grandpa, this ...... Will this happen ......" "Don't worry," said Dr Kuma, smiling face. "It won't hurt you. In fact, I will give you a kind of medicine, and you will not remember anything ." "Oh ." Hasan said. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, but he just breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm not afraid, Lord, I'm just ......" Hassan may be a fool, but I am not. I know that if the doctor tells you that it will not hurt, you will be in serious trouble. I was heartbroken to remember the case of last year's circumcision, and the doctor told me that it would not be very painful. But in the middle of the night, after the medicinal properties of anesthesia subsided, it felt like someone was burning my yin with red and hot charcoal. Why did my father cut my foreskin when I was ten years old? I was puzzled, and this was one of the things I could never forgive. I hope I have a similar disability, and I will be able to beg for my father's pity. It's not fair. If Hasan didn't do anything, he would have been taken care of. Isn't he the stupid rabbit lips? The operation was successful. We were a little surprised when they just removed the bandage, but kept smiling as Dr Kuma had previously said. But it is not easy, because Hasan's upper lip looks swollen and strange, and there is no skin. When the nurse handed him a mirror, I wanted him to cry. Hasan looked deeply in the mirror. If he thought deeply, Alibaba held his hand tightly. He muttered a few times and I didn't hear it clearly. I put my ears on his lips, and he whispered again. "Thank you ." Then his lips were distorted. At that time, I knew exactly what he was doing. He is smiling. He smiled as he came out of his mother's womb. As time passes, the swelling fades and the wound is closed. Soon there was only a curved suture on his lips. In the next winter, it will become a faint scar. Ironically, it was since that winter that Hasan no longer smiled.