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of the year.”(你知道,我曾经最讨厌圣诞节,比一年中任何一个节日都要讨厌。) 汤姆心不在焉地摇着高脚杯,目光遥远。金红色酒浆中漾起的漩涡越转越深,似隐匿着某种望不见底的深渊。 “At the orphanage, they ceaselessly reminded us that we were worthless, unwanted burdens—a drain on the valuable resources contributed by them upstanding, responsible, tax-paying, law-abiding citizens. Unlike our parents—irresponsible drunkards, addicts, and criminals, leaving us—band of insolent, irresponsible children—to be raised by the system.(在孤儿院里,他们不断地提醒我们,我们是毫无价值的、被遗弃的负担——浪费了那些正直、负责任、纳税、守法公民所贡献的宝贵资源。而我们的父母——那些毫无责任心的酒鬼、瘾君子和罪犯——将我们这些不羁、无赖的孩子抛给了系统,由它来抚养我们。) 爱茉尔没料到汤姆会就着适才在猪头酒吧时不愿提及的话题敞开心扉。她听得很入神,仿佛在试图透过汤姆的话,看清他的心。男人双眸低垂,声音深沉,带着难以察觉的微微颤抖——爱茉尔的心也随之沉重起来。她不愿打断他,只是静静地等待他的话。 “Christmas was high time for them to knock this into us. It was during the war, you know, so food was rare and rationed. And if you sang well during the mass, you got an extra piece of white bread. The older kids sometimes even got a dash of wine.”(圣诞节是他们对我们进行这种教育的最佳时机。你知道,那时候正在打仗,食物稀缺而且要配给。如果你在圣诞弥撒上唱得好,就能多得到一片白面包。年纪大的孩子有时甚至能得到一点酒。) 一瞬沉默。音响里,吉他声弦弦掩抑,蓝调戚戚,似要诉尽平生苦处。 爱茉尔问出了那句早已凝结在空气里的话。 “A
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