“嗨嘞嘛,莫克普纳。”她常常这样说。我也总就跟着她走,因为我既要照看她,又要陪伴她。我是一个小男孩;她也是个小孩,只不过有个老太太的躯体。“我们今天上哪儿,奶奶?”我常常这样问。其实,我心里始终很清楚。“我们到海边去,莫克普纳,到海边去……”有人说,我奶奶傻乎乎的,普拉吉的。每当我听见这个词儿,我的心就怦怦地跳着,仿佛有只 “Hi, Mokpuna,” she said often. I always go with her, because I have to look after her, but also with her. I am a little boy; she is also a child, but she has an old lady’s body. “Where are we today, Grandma?” I often ask. In fact, my heart is always clear. “We went to the sea, Mokpuna, to the beach ...” Some people say that my grandma silly, Plagi. Whenever I heard the word, my heart jumped abruptly, as if there was only one