His saying that made me kind of sad. Sad for who Hassan was, where he lived. For how he'd accepted the fact that he'd grow old in that mud shack¹ in the yard, the way his father had. I drew the last card, played him a pair of queens and a ten.

他这么说让我觉得很难过。我为哈桑的身份、为他居住的地方难过。他长大之后，将会像他父亲一样，住在院子里那间破房子，而他对此照单全收，让我觉得难过。我抽起最后一张牌，给他一对Q和一张10。

Hassan picked up the queens. "You know, I think you're going to make Agha sahib very proud tomorrow."

哈桑要了一对Q，"你知道吗，我觉得你明天会让老爷觉得很骄傲。"

"You think so?"

"你这样想啊?"

"Inshallah," he said.

"安拉保佑。"他说。

"Inshallah," I echoed, though the "God willing" qualifier didn't sound as sincere coming from my lips. That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.

"安拉保佑。"我回应，虽然这句"安拉保佑"从我嘴里说出来有些口不由心。哈桑就是这样，他真是纯洁得该死，跟他在一起，你永远觉得自己是个骗子。

I killed his king and played him my final card, the ace² of spades. He had to pick it up. I'd won, but as I shuffled³ for a new game, I had the distinct suspicion that Hassan had let me win.

我杀了他的K，扔给他最后一张牌：黑桃A。他必须吃下。我赢了，不过在洗牌的时候，我怀疑这是哈桑故意让我赢的。

"Amir agha?"

"阿米尔少爷?"

"What?"

"怎么啦?"

"You know... I like where I live." He was always doing that, reading my mind. "It's my Home."

"你知道……我喜欢我住的地方。"他总是这样，能看穿我的心事，"它是我的家。"

"Whatever," I said. "Get ready to lose again."

"不管怎样，"我说，"准备再输一局吧。"