【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第五章(5)
“Is this my brother?” Wilbur asked, leaning over the baby in his mother’s arms. “May I hold him, mother?”
A lump formed in Phil’s throat. He turned away before Wilbur could catch sight of his face, and when he turned back around, Wilbur had Tommy in the gentle crook of his arms. The sunlight slanted over them, and Phil wanted to remember them like that forever: his two beautiful sons, immortalized in gold. Wilbur’s earth-brown curls hid his expression as he bent over the baby, murmuring something Phil almost didn’t catch.
And the baby began to cry.
Wilbur pulled back, astonished, his face drawn in awe. “What is it?” he asked frantically. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Phil sobbed, falling to his knees before the three of them—his lovely, laughing wife, his kind, bewildered Wilbur, and his loud, shrieking Tommy. “You did everything right, my boy. You’re perfect.”
Now Wilbur held his brother—a baby no longer, but still so, so small—to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he’d first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or a prayer to bring him back to life once more.
A lump formed in Phil’s throat. He turned away before Wilbur could catch sight of his face, and when he turned back around, Wilbur had Tommy in the gentle crook of his arms. The sunlight slanted over them, and Phil wanted to remember them like that forever: his two beautiful sons, immortalized in gold. Wilbur’s earth-brown curls hid his expression as he bent over the baby, murmuring something Phil almost didn’t catch.
And the baby began to cry.
Wilbur pulled back, astonished, his face drawn in awe. “What is it?” he asked frantically. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Phil sobbed, falling to his knees before the three of them—his lovely, laughing wife, his kind, bewildered Wilbur, and his loud, shrieking Tommy. “You did everything right, my boy. You’re perfect.”
Now Wilbur held his brother—a baby no longer, but still so, so small—to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he’d first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or a prayer to bring him back to life once more.
第五摄香肉
