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晚风徐徐，沿著细缝吹进小土房里，黑暗中，精神倍儿好的邹贝趴在邹爸爸的胸口。摸摸宛如石头的胸膛，眨巴眨巴眼睛邹贝煞是无聊的蹭蹭脑袋；“爸爸，贝贝睡不著。”
                                                                                                                                                                昨天晚上的折磨某人可没忘记，今天晚上再来一遭可所谓要把自己憋疯，压抑性的咳嗽一声，清清喉咙宠溺的问著女儿；“那…贝贝要做什么？”
                                                                                                                                                                邹贝一脸茫然，做什么？黑漆漆的晚上能玩什么？扭扭小身板嘟嚷道；“不知道！”
                                                                                                                                                                不知道就不知道，扭撒。痛苦的抱紧女儿，微仰著刚毅下巴，将脖子的曲线拉到最长度，声线带著嘶哑道；“那贝贝给爸爸捏肩膀好不好？”
                                                                                                                                                                “好！”腻歪腻歪爬起来，感觉到爸爸翻了个身，邹贝小手摸了上去。摸摸脖子，再摸摸肩膀，顺著肩旁‘揉’下来，一块一块都是硬梆梆的。
                                                                                                                                                                额！带著肉呼呼的小爪子能按个什么劲，说什么捏？倒不如是一阵乱摸。趴在枕头铺上的邹丰痛苦了，全身的感官都在哪双小手上，铭感的察觉到有什么东西苏醒了。侧侧修长的大腿，冷静！
                                                                                                                                                                “爸爸，好硬，捏不动！”平时细嫩的童音，此刻听著更像催情剂般袭击著邹丰的大脑，吸口气，放松身体，甩掉不堪的幻觉，邹丰趴著不吭声，挺尸！
                                                                                                                                                                咿！爸爸睡著了吗？爸爸的背好硬，都是整块整块的，隔著棉毛衫的小手因为用劲的‘按摩’而通红，呼呼小手，爸爸睡著了？怎么办？转过脑袋看著漆黑的小窗口，扭回头小手继续跟石头块奋斗。
                                                                                                                                                                从脖子揉到肩膀，顺著捏到腰侧，邹贝小嘴已经踹著粗气，爸爸的棉毛衫好厚，捞上来？思想在转，小手跟著就行动，热呼呼的爪子直接伸进老爸背部，感觉小手下的老爸‘抖’了一下。
                                                     

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