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                                                                                                                      邹丰用下巴抵著女儿的头顶，视线顺著外边的天气眼眶紧了紧，现在是冬天，地里只有红苕要挖，其他就是喂的两头猪，大山里天气冷，女儿每年手脚都被冻得通红，今年趁卖猪的时候给女儿多买两件棉袄回来。
                                                                                                                                                                “好了，贝贝，咱们煮红苕喂猪去！”邹丰站起来看抱在手上的女儿盯著自己连眼珠都不转一下，看撒呢？摸摸脸，邹丰‘吧唧’一声亲在女儿额头上，看著女儿摸著被自己胡渣刺的地方，胸膛的震动更大了。
                                                                                                                                                                “爸爸…”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯？”
                                                                                                                                                                “怎么了？”揉揉女儿扎的小辫子，轻声问。
                                                                                                                                                                “还要…”
                                                                                                                                                                “额，什么？”满头问号的男人看著女儿。
                                                                                                                                                                看看老爹没反映，邹贝撅著嘴直接嘟在邹丰脸上，刺！小脸蛋都快打结了，就是没想通老爸刚才在笑什么。歪著头看看老爹是什么反映！
                                                                                                                                                                这下把邹丰乐得，女儿表情太丰富，假装淡定的问；“还要不要了？”
                                                                                                                                                                把脑袋摇成拨浪鼓的人死劲把脸埋到邹丰脖子里，声都不吭了。
                                   

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