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当郭佳手捧一杯热茶坐到面前,我嘴唇犹豫了好几秒钟,慌乱摸索生硬的措辞。午后的海淀真阴冷,容不下一丝和暖的阳光。街角的咖啡店熙熙攘攘,更适合两个久别重逢之人笑语促膝,说彼平生。2015年12月19日,我和郭佳第一次见面,却要直直戳进心海深处一扇最私密的门。门的这一边,一些人流着泪,说着悼念,想念一段不曾经历的往昔。而另一边,三生路茫茫,伸手难留女儿和老爹的四十五年。
When Guo Jia took a cup of hot tea in front of me, my lips hesitated for a few seconds, panic fumbled blunt wording. Afternoon Haidian really cold, no less than a trace of warm sunshine. Corner of the coffee shop bustling, more suitable for two long-lost people laugh and knees, said his life. On December 19, 2015, I met Guo Jia for the first time, but she stamped into the most intimate place in the heart of the sea. This side of the door, some people in tears, saying memorial, miss the past did not experience the past. On the other hand, there is a vast expanse of San Sang Road, a stretch of forty-five years that has left her daughters and dads in trouble.