殡礼/吴宏鹏(赵金基译）

程思良

殡礼/吴宏鹏
　　
　　来了很多人。乡里乡亲，三姑六婆。接着是阿O儿子的人马。再接着，是一批批陌生脸孔，有的还乘专机赶来，有两个带了悼文，在阿O灵前沉痛朗读，还有几位女宾，哭得泪人儿似的。
　　前不见头，后不见尾的送殡队伍，不计其数的花圈。场面之壮观，连村里某位名人的殡礼，也望尘莫及。
　　村里人看呆了：平常真是小看阿O了！
　　阿O高高地飘在半空，远远跟着队伍，那高兴劲儿，就甭提了。那个名人的殡礼，那排场，着实惹得村里人大大羡慕一阵子。嘿嘿，现在，恐怕大伙早就把他给忘了吧。哼，有我阿O在，你就休想拿第一！
　　突然传来手指剧烈的灼痛，阿O一下跳了起来。把烟蒂甩出老远。奶奶的，怎么会幻想自己死后的情景？现在才三十岁，我阿O离那天远着呢。
　　可五天前那混蛋的殡礼实在风光啊。妈的凭什么？你比我阿O长得帅吗？你比我聪明吗？你不就是有个当官的儿子吗？那算什么官啊，芝麻绿豆点儿大。我阿O现在虽然穷点，穷又咋地？凭我这脑子，能穷多久？再说了，我就不信我儿子将来不比你儿子出息！等着瞧吧，哼！
　　阿O当然知道，这些话是不可以对人说的，但是想想总可以吧。
　　阿O想着想着，就情不自禁地攥紧拳头。他决定了，要把这场风风光光的殡礼，作为自己的奋斗目标。
　　
　　
　　The Funeral
　　
　　By Wu Hongpeng
　　
　　A large attendance. All neighbors. All relatives. Then a troop headed by Ah O’s son. Also packs of strangers, some hurriedly arrived by a special flight, two reading eulogies sadly before Ah O’s coffin, several females allowing their tears streaming all the time.
　　An endless funeral procession. Countless floral wreaths. What a splendid funeral! More splendid than any other, including that of some celebrity of the village.
　　A compliment from dumbfounded villagers in unison: “Ah O is not what he used to be!”
　　How happy to be floating high in the sky, following the long procession!
　　The funeral of that celebrity? How extravagant! Really admirable among villagers then. But not now. Umph! Second to Ah O!
　　A sudden severe pain on his finger made Ah O jump. The cigarette butt was thrown far away. God-damned! He was in a fantasy of happenings after his death. “Now I’m no more than thirty years old. It’s still a long way to go.”
　　But how really splendid a funeral that bastard had five days ago! How come? “Were you more handsome than me? Were you more intelligent than me? Wasn’t it because you had a son being a government official? What an official! Just as small as a sesame seed or a mung bean. Poor as I am, what then? With my intelligence, I won’t be poor for long. Also, I certainly believe my son to be more capable than yours in future. Wait and see. Umph!”
　　Of course, Ah O knew that, he couldn’t tell this to other people; wasn’t it good enough to think for himself?
　　Thinking it over and over, Ah O couldn’t help making his fist. He had made up his mind to set as his goal to win a splendid funeral in life.
　　

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