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邹丰也没有回过神来，愣愣的捏着拳头，不知道在想什么。
                                                                                                                                                                “我好了。”邹贝穿好衣服，手里拿上毛巾，喊着愣神的邹丰；“爸爸，你拿盆啊。”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “爸…！”邹贝不高兴的嘟嘟嘴，爸爸在想什么呢？
                                                                                                                                                                “贝贝…”邹丰嗓子跟鸭子一样嘶哑。盯着面前的女儿，手心里全是汗。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                机械性的走过去拿起木盆，转身走进灶屋，放下手里的东西，继而给邹贝弄晚饭，这期间邹丰没再说过一句话，邹丰也不知道要说什么，手抖得不能自己。裤子里的东西已经在耀武扬威，也很怕女儿缠着自己说话，更怕自己一张口，会朝着可爱的女儿咬去，咬的自己的心到时候都是血淋淋的。
                                                                                                                                                                吃过饭，父女俩躺床上看电视，邹贝半个身子都趴在邹丰起伏有劲的胸口上，不舒服的磨蹭着脑袋，邹丰摸摸女儿红肿的脸，满眼都是心疼；“宝贝，还疼不疼？”
                                                                                                                                                                “还好，爸爸，不是很疼了。”邹贝慢悠悠的回答，刚才爸爸已经问了好几遍了。
                                                                                                                                                          

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