The Kite Runner(追风筝的人): Chapter13-1

When we arrived at the Taheris’ home the next evening—for lafz, the ceremony of “giving word”—I had to park the Ford across the street. Their driveway was already jammed with cars. I wore a navy blue suit I had bought the previous day, after I had brought Baba home from khastegari. I checked my tie in the rearview mirror.

隔日早晨，我们到塔赫里家里，完成“定聘”的仪式，我不得不把福特停在马路对面。他们的车道挤满了轿车。我穿着海军蓝西装，昨天我把前来提亲的爸爸接回家之后，去买了这身衣服。我对着观后镜摆了摆领带。

“You look khoshteep,” Baba said. Handsome.

“你看上去很帅。”爸爸说。

“Thank you, Baba. Are you all right? Do you feel up to this?”

“谢谢你，爸爸。你还好吗？你觉得撑得住吗？”

“Up to this? It’s the happiest day of my life, Amir,” he said, smiling tiredly.

“撑得住？今天是我有生以来最高兴的一天，阿米尔。”他说，露出疲累的微笑。

I COULD HEAR CHATTER from the other side of the door, laughter, and Afghan music playing softly—it sounded like a classical ghazal by Ustad Sarahang. I rang the bell. A face peeked through the curtains of the foyer window and disappeared. “They’re here!” I heard a woman’s voice say. The chatter stopped. Someone turned off the music.

我能听见门那边的交谈声、欢笑声，还有轻柔的阿富汗音乐——听起来像乌斯塔德·萨拉汉的情歌。我按门铃。一张脸从前窗的窗帘露出来，又缩回去。“他们来了。”我听见有个女人说。交谈声戛然而止，有人关掉音乐。

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