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父亲的幸福啊……难道我们做儿女的,只能是永远地欠着? 我们住进了城里,妹妹远嫁他乡,于是村子里只剩下父亲一个人。父亲一个人守着那几间土坯小屋,话头越来越少,没事,就弓腰塌背,往角落里一缩,眼球死盯着某个地方,木偶一样缺少活气。记得那天我们搬走的时候,妻子高兴得像个孩子,父亲却不改往日的死板样儿,冷头冷脸地说了句,你们走吧,我守着老家。这之前,我原本是想卖掉村子里的老房子,一是没有家族的人
Father’s happiness ah ... Do we have children, can only be owed forever? We lived in the city, my sister married, so only a father in the village alone. Dad guarding those few adobe hut, less and less words, nothing, bow on his back, to the corner of a shrink, eye staring at a place where the puppet, like a lack of vitality. I remember that day when we moved away, my wife happy to be like a child, my father did not change the past, the rigid style, cold head cold-spoken sentence, you go, I guard home. Prior to this, I had originally wanted to sell the old house in the village, first, there is no family