in this world for people to hit someone who was down, fleece them mercilessly, and stand by while they were attacked. Real solidarity was rare, even though sometimes all it took was a few word of comfort to rescue someone who was close to despair.
And she was comforted. At least if she died at the hands of
the dholes today, she wouldnt die alone. The thought stopped her
feeling afraid. "You don't be afraid either, "she said to Lan Lan. 'Even
if they rush us, we'll be fine. Losing a head only leaves a scar the size of a bowl. LanLan smiled and put her gun down. "Right, she said."There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of. What's so great about living anyway? The only thing I'm not too happy about is being swallowed up by a pack of dholes。(Page 101)
这世上,多落井下石者,多见利忘义者,多隔岸观火者,但声援者总是很稀罕。有时,哪怕仅仅是一句安慰的话,对一个濒临绝望的人来说,也是最大的帮助。
自家的公驼突突一阵,回望莹儿,仿佛说,你别怕,有我呢。那目光很叫她感动。莹儿想,成了,就算今天死在豺狗子口里,也不算是个孤鬼了。这一想,倒不再有多么害怕了。她对兰兰说,你也别怕,就算它们是奔我们来的,也没啥。头掉了不过碗大个疤。兰兰笑了,放下枪,说就是,细想来,真没个啥怕的。活着有啥好?只是,叫这群豺狗子吞了,却有些不甘心。
(摘自《深夜的蚕豆声》 405页)
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