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正月初六,木生的爸妈就悄悄打好行李,要去珠三角打工。走的那天早上,木生的爸爸对父亲老木爷说:“爸,我们就要走了,家里的一切都交给你啦,木生很调皮,你要把他看管好……”他说了很多,父亲只顾吧嗒吧嗒吸着旱烟袋,没作声。烟斗的红光照得他满是皱纹的脸忽明忽暗,很像国内某个著名雕塑家那件最杰出的作品。木生的爸爸知道父亲心里有些难受,
On the first day of the sixth lunar month, Musesun’s parents quietly lay their bags and go to work in the Pearl River Delta. Walking the morning of the same day, the wooden father said to his father, Lao Muye, “Dad, we’re leaving. Everything in the house is handed to you. The wooden life is very naughty. You should take care of him ...” Speaking a lot, his father only careta da bar smoking tobacco bags, did not make any noise. The red light of the pipe lit his face full of wrinkled flickering, much like the most outstanding piece of work of a famous sculptor in China. Wood born father know my father some uncomfortable heart,