家有小女,年方十二,刚上初一,可个儿都赶上我啦,整一米六三。我一有闲暇,眼睛就跟着她的身影转,陶醉在“家有小女初长成”的酒缸里幸福不已。可小女像惟恐我饮酒过量醒不过来了似的,及时打破了我的幸福感。你说她一句,她要说你三句还带拐弯,语锋犀利带寒光,直让你心儿冷嗖嗖。我看着她那张熟悉的灵巧的小嘴,顿生一种陌生感。 Family has a daughter, the year side twelve, just on the first day, can catch up with me all the friends, the whole one meter six three. I am free, eyes follow her figure turn, intoxicated in the “family has grown up” wine cylinder happiness endless. Like a little girl feared that I could not drink too much to wake up to wake up, broke my happiness in time. You say she one sentence, she said you have to turn with three sentences, language front with sharp glare, let you cold heart whizzing. I looked at her familiar clever little mouth, suddenly strange feeling.