抵達那天晚上，我們飯後一起看照片。Dala充當翻譯，差不多等於自己看。這裡有我想像外的富有，但是我不了解。我以為可以單純的看，聽，想，原來不夠，要說。Khunny來了，那麼及時，我興奮莫名。進屋後發現她是那樣一個高挑漂亮女子，我反倒不想多說話，想聽她說。Khunny和Sambath兩家相鄰，來的時候剛好結束了3節課。
“You teaching English？”
“Yes. People here dont know English except Sambath.”
“And you.”
“Yes。I study and work in Phnom Penh also.Have finished high school.”
“Are Dala and his father your students?”
“Yes. But Dala is senior than his father.”
“Brother just started to learn. He tried to talk to me.”
姐夫有些不好意思，說正學得積極。這不，剛下課回來，課本還揣在手裡。
“How are others? Seems all kids.”
“Adult and children. We have 3 classes a night. Anyone can come to my class if they want to. ”
“How much for each class?”
“200R for 1 person, 1 class.”
“Its cheap. Can afford.”
“They need to learn English. They are children, you know, Sara. ”
“Should they?”
“Off course! There are many foreigner travellers in Cambodia, what can we do if we dont know English?”
“You want them to be open to foreigners?”
“And be open to our culture.”
“How?”
“Telling people whats the real Combodia.”
“They can?”
“I believe they can.”
“But it needs man in rice field.”
“Yes, I know. Thats why I teach them in the village at night.”
“And, you need to support your study and family.”
“Yes.”
“What do you want to do, Khunny?”
“Teacher. I want to be a teacher.”
“You are.”
“A real teacher. I want to teach in Phnom Penh. Do you understand, Sara?”
“I understand.”
I dont think I really understand till the day I visited her family and her class.
次日傍晚，順著朗朗讀書聲那地方，我找到一個大家庭。Khunny家裡狀況與Sambath姐姐家明顯不同。沒有獨立的廚房衛生間，兄弟姐妹6個和父母同住。這會父親正坐在竹床上，一個很像彌勒佛的憨厚老人，耳朵長又高，肚子圓圓，搖著扇子乘涼。母親本來正蹲著做飯，也拉著我往床上坐。Khunny解釋說前天回來說了，他們想看看我是怎樣的。我說，你沒有把我說成怎樣吧。她笑笑，跑上屋子換衣服。Khunny在上課前必定換衣服，淺藍襯衣，深藍中裙，頭發盤得工整。下樓梯時，尤顯自信和熱情。
晚間第一節課前，孩子們陸續來到這個木屋棚下的臨時教室。有騎單車來的，有甩掉拖鞋跑來的，鄰家兩男孩拉扯打鬥著來，還有好些剛洗完澡頭發還是濕漉漉的女生。我坐在最後，大家都看我。Khunny說，“Children, I am here.”
“Good evening, class.”
“Good evening Ms Khunny.”
“Children, lets go over what we learn yesterday. Sweet, read after me, Sweet-”
“Sweet!”
“Sweet, not Swiss. Thats a country far away from here. S-wee-t.”
“S-wee-t!”
“Jelly. J-e-l-l-y, Jelly.”
“Jerry. J-e-l-l-y, Jelly.”
“Jelly is Sweet.”
“Jelly is Sweet.”
... ...
“Class, let me introduce you a friend, Sara. Will you say hello to Sara?”
“... ...”
我像一個新生，站在講台前，只是沒有介紹自己。
“Hello everyone.”
“Hello”，“Good evening”。。。
今晚是不用上課了，大家像揭開了的鍋。我對Khunny表示歉意，她說，難得他們發問，權當練習，你來吧。作為這節課的老師，我一直在重復回答著一系列標准問題，“whats your name?”“where you from?”“how old are you?”
結課後孩子們都不走，天已黑，和第二撥學生一起嚷嚷著打鬧著。Dala和他爸爸一起來，Khunny的哥哥也是第二班，自覺維持課堂秩序，我提出早退。一路往回走，一路跟著念，“Sweet, Jelly is sweet... ...Khunny is sweet.”
翌日午後我在樓下看書，First, they killed my father。鑒於書名的暴戾，我選擇躲在最裡面的那個吊床。昏睡過3小時後，朦朧看到一個人抱著一個小孩，在竹床邊看書。
“Why dont you wake me up, Khunny?”
“My school off at noon. You must sleep well.”
“I am not tired but its too hot to do everything.”
“Do you like this book?”
“I like Voice from S-21. But thats pretty much like researching literature.”
“Do you like the story.”
“Not that much.”
... ...
談到這樣的話題，顯得沉重。紅色高棉這幾個字讓我窒息。
我們帶著她的小姨甥和Dala的弟弟，一直溜達至姐夫的農地。兩個小孩在泥地裡狂奔，摔倒了爬起來再跑，頭也不回。女孩一高一低兩個褲筒沾滿了灰，小手直往臉上擦汗，Dala弟弟邊跑邊提褲子，我們倆在後面一邊和村民打招呼，一邊隨便挑選話題。
Khunny表示羨慕我可以有安穩的工作，還可以外出旅行。我忽然晃過她和哥哥打理豬圈6大12小的情景。她和Revuth，Sambath好像一體，我懷疑遇見的是不是同一個人？Khunny的立體，有時我辨別不出樂觀背後的那個精神是什麼。那輛在屋前停靠的舊單車，每天翻滾過的是34公裡路，承載的是一顆年青卻復雜的心。我希望輪子結實，能走很久。
離開Watahav的最後一夜，我還去看了Khunny。讓我稍等，說謝謝我送的越南娃娃，還我一個禮物。
我安靜地聽了一節課，一起和Ms Khunny溫習了前幾天的課文。下課，Khunny抱著一個椰子遞給我，說，這是哥哥剛從樹上摘下來的。
“We dont have special things in countyside, I got this for you, Sara. Sambath said you like coconut. It is fresh.”
“It is fresh.”
我一直記得Khunny一身藍色衣裙的樣子。
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