即便在途中耽搁再久,爱也能抵达目的地。那天晚上爸爸没有笑。他那些日子非常沉默。那年我才六岁,我俩都坐在床上,他正在给我读《柳间风》的第一章,但读到有趣处他却没有像平时那样哈哈大笑。“库姬,”他说,“6年来,我几乎每晚都给你 Love can reach its destination even after a long delay on the way. That night my father did not laugh. His days are very silent. I was six years old that year, and both of us were sitting on the bed. He was reading the first chapter of Willow Wind but he did not laugh like he usually read it. ”Couch, “ he said, ”I’ve given you almost every night for six years