“萨尔玛”号客轮缓缓靠拢码头,水手们七手八脚地忙碌着搭放踏板,用竹竿捆绑扶栏。不等他们安放停当,拉贾把砍刀往腰里一插,双手抱着满满一筐青椰子,三脚两步轻捷地窜上船。踏板受到踩压,颤颤悠悠地颤动起来,发出吱吱嘎嘎的响声。他已经跟水手们厮混得很熟,他们谁也没阻拦他。在“萨尔玛”号进港前,拉贾已经在喧闹的码头上吆喝了一阵子:“哎,卖椰子!哎,便宜卖啦!椰汁又甜又凉,喝一日甜掉牙……”他约摸十三四岁光景,肤色不算黑,矮墩墩的,很结实,脸上总是挂着甜蜜的笑容,吆喝 “Salma” passenger liner slowly move closer to the dock, the sailors busy busy putting the pedal, tied with bamboo poles. Waiting for them to stop, Raja put a machete in the waist and a plug, his hands holding a basket full of green coconut, three legs lightly channeling on the ship two steps. The pedal was pressed, quivering, creaking noise. He had been very familiar with the sailors and none of them stopped him. Before the “Salma” entered the port, Raja had been drinking for a while on the noisy pier: “Hey, sell coconut! Hey, cheaper to sell! Coconut sweet and cool, sweet tooth day ... ... ”He touches the thirteen-year-old scene, the color is not black, short pier, very strong, his face always hung a sweet smile, shouting