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发表于 2018-7-2 11:33:19 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
The sunset is coming, and the ferry boat is the last one. The wooden brocade stood on the dock for a long time, and finally did not wait for the man he had been waiting for. In the half sky of the broken blood, his back seemed to be engraved in the blank room of the picture, as silent as a tree.
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One

He was born in the port of clear water, and in more than ten years of time, he witnessed this small island around the sea from silent development to a famous tourist scene.

Mu Jin's father, like most people on the island, lived on fishing for generations. In his impression, he never had the owner of the term "mother" in his life.

The name of wooden sunset was taken by wooden brocade. The year when he brought her home, he was 6 years old.

At that time, ferry boats at Qingshui port were scarce, and only one boat per day would come. Mu Jin's father goes fishing all the year round. He always looks forward to his father's return at the ferry crossing. In the sunset of that day, he saw the little girl trembling in the wind at the lonely deserted ferry crossing.

The little girl, who was about three or four years old, stood staring at the sea, staring at the sea in a daze. Wooden brocade has never seen such a beautiful girl. The skin is so tender that it can pinch it out of the water. It is totally different from the dark complexion in the clear water port.

She looked at the sea, and he looked at her behind her until the lighthouse on the island lit up.

The wooden brook ran up to her hand and looked at her dark eyes.

"Are you waiting for your father, too?" He won't come back today. You can come home with me. "

The little girl did not speak, but she did not refuse, so she was led home by wooden brocade.
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Two

"What's your name?" Does your father play fishing, too? Do you have a mother? " The wood brocade looked at the little girl, her eyes full of novelty and joy.

The little girl had been silent for a long time, and in wood brocade she thought she would not take care of him, but she saw her finger in the entrance, shook her head slowly, and the light in her eyes was innocent and naive.

The wooden brocade "ah", took her hand and said, "this can not be eaten."

Don't you have a mom and dad? "

The little girl still did not respond, staring at him with a crooked head. Wood brocade sighs:

"You don't have a mother, I don't have a mother, but I have a father, you don't have one. Well, I'll be your father. Come on, Dad, listen... "

The little girl was still staring at him without saying a word.

The wood brocade, immersed in the joy of being a father, clapped his hands in a happy way. "Dad first gets you a name, wooden sunset."

He picked her up in the sunset and called her sunset.

So the wood brocade began to play the role of father conscientiously and conscientiously, taking care of the wooden sunset.

After all, it's just a lonely and panicked child.

She's my daughter, not a trading product
Three

After returning to the sea for half a month, his father returned home and somehow added a grandchild to his younger age.

When the wooden brocade led the wood to the sunset, she blocked her behind, and seemed to want to hide her father's harsh line of vision.

"Wood brocade, send her back."

Wood dad's voice just fell, wood brocade on the "plop" kneeling down, tears tore her head, "Dad, do not send her away, do not."

Papa, looking at the red - headed son of his head, looked at the wooden sunset with a crooked head and eating his fingers, and finally sighed with a sigh: "leave her, then she is your sister, and she wants to call your brother." You have to make sure that you are good to her all your life. "

The wooden brocade nodded solemnly, and stood up, laughing and laughing, running away from the wood.

"Sister, my brother, brother."

The childish voice came in from far away, and wood dad shook his head helplessly.

There are so many wooden brocade sisters. It is a pity that she has never called him "brother".

The wood brocade asked father to bring wood to school at sunset, but wood father said nothing, but said it was for the sake of his sister.

The wood brocade begged the father for a long time not to relax. He went home every day to read the text of the Chinese lesson to the wooden sunset. Every day, he repeatedly taught her "brother".

He still looked at him on the chin and said nothing.

In this way, the wooden brocade has grown to 17 years old, and the wooden sunset has become a graceful young girl.
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Four

At school, the students began to point fingers at the wooden brocade, saying that she had a silly sister.

It is the age of a young man who can bear the cold words of others.

Once again, the wood brocade opened his mouth to speak and broke out after failure. He pushed a stack of books on the table, pointing to the horrified and bewildered wooden setting of the sunset. "Why are you so stupid, you are a fool!"

The wooden brocade backs away and strides away, and the wooden evening stands in a calm state and drops its fingers in its mouth.

The wooden brocade has packed the luggage and has to go to the school. On the day of his departure, wood caught his clothes at the end of the day and looked at him straightly. Brother... "

The wooden brocade instantly stiffened, and his grip on his luggage was loose and tight. The laughter of his classmates was spiraling around in his mind. He gnawing his teeth and eventually broke off one finger of her finger.

At the moment he turned his head, he saw her eyes full of tears. It was the first time he had seen her cry.

What the wooden brook didn't expect was that wood would find a school at sunset. A group of people pointed around her, and she only knew once and then shouting "elder brother".

The wooden brocade clenched its fist .

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