哈桑对阿米尔说:为你,千千万万遍。为谁?为你。说出这样一句话的人无疑是将自己的身份放低到了尘埃里。阿富汗那虔诚的穆斯林信仰着真主,而追风筝的哈桑无疑是信仰着他的少爷。几遍?千千万万遍。愿为你踏凌辱不耻之路,受颠沛流离之苦。这是怎样的一种忠诚,又是怎样被现实掐死在那个没有出口的小巷。这句话的每一次出现都是一记耳光,重重地打在了阿米尔的脸上,他需要一种可谓是惨烈的方式来救赎当时抵押在那个拐角的灵魂。 Hassan said to Amer: for you, thousands of times. For whom? For you. The person who uttered such a word undoubtedly lowered his identity to the dust. Faithful Muslims in Afghanistan believed in Allah, and Hassan, who chased the kite, undoubtedly believed in his young master. How many times? Is willing to step on your insult shameless way, by the pain of displaced. This is what kind of a loyalty, but also how to be strangled in reality that exit without alley. Every appearance of that sentence was a slap in the face, heavily on Amir’s face, and he needed a tragedy to redeem the soul that was mortgaged there.