第一百二十九章血祭的芬芳(1/12)

脆弱的男人此刻好似似婴儿，他慌张的神情，微笑中带着凄凉，心下微诧，她有义务保护这个一辈子疼她的父亲，20年用宽阔的肩膀为自己撑起一片天空，如此，邹贝憨憨的点点头；“愿意，一辈子都愿意。”
                                                                                                                                                                邹丰低个头，抬起手背去擦眼泪，囊着鼻子说；“对不起……请你原谅爸爸……”
                                                                                                                                                                “该爸爸原谅我。”邹贝嘴唇有点干，眼睛越发红了，犹豫着说；“是我让你担心，该受到这些惩罚。”
                                                                                                                                                                男人用力捏捏发疼的眉心，沈默，半句话都没说，后才抬手，淡淡的摸上她清瘦的脸颊，一寸寸爱抚，满心都是温柔的爱怜，想起上午的情景，女儿恐慌的神情，轻声的哭叫，一样一样回荡在耳边，他怎么去弥补，要怎么去挽回，能得到嘴上短暂的原谅，已经是他一辈子修来的福分了。
                                                                                                                                                                一时的寂静，邹丰挪脚站起来；“好好躺着，想吃什么？爸爸给你买去。”
                                                                                                                                                                “不饿！”邹贝见他要走，伸手就扯住他袖腕；“不走，爸爸陪着我。”她现在什么都不想吃，只想这个人在眼皮底下，或许这样，仿佛那痛，心底碎成片片的脆弱也能拼凑起来。
                                                                                                                                                                邹丰疲惫的坐回凳子上，轻笑；“得吃，你一天都没吃东西。”瞧瞧还有三分之一的吊水，帮她手放回被子里，压好；“去去就回来，乖。”移开手臂又道；“我保证。”
                                                                                                                                                                “那要快点。”邹贝急切的说；“太远就不去了，我等你。”
                                                                                                                                                                男人微眯着眼，缓缓看看门口，笑了笑；“以最快的速度。”说完疾步奔了出去，高大的身影消失在门缝，只听到走廊上的脚步声，越走越远。
                                                                                                 

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