第二章 有一种快乐叫珍惜（5）
《世界上最温情的故事》作者：吴文智 2017-04-14 12:57
第二章 有一种快乐叫珍惜（5）
Colin started to walk away from The Giant. It wasn’t easy to measure twenty yards with his short strides, but a glance around the field showed only two stones that could hide the treasure.
“This one first,” Colin said, rolling aside the bigger stone.
Bridget thrust her shovel into the dirt. What could the treasure be? “Gold bars,” she guessed. “Or jewels—a chest full of sapphires and diamonds.”
Did the old treasure map make sense?
Colin laughed. “Be realistic, Bridget. I’ll bet it’s money.”
“Enough to buy a new computer or a bike?”
“Maybe enough to save this place,” Colin said. “If we find a lot of money, Mom won’t have to sell the cottage. We can always spend our summers here.”
Bridget knew it wouldn’t be the same without Grandpa, but she loved the old cottage. The thought of saving it spurred her on. She tightened her grip on the shovel and dug harder. But half an hour later, all they’d uncovered was dirt.
“It must be under the other stone.” Colin said.
They moved to the other spot and dug for an hour. Bridget’s arms began to ache, and her face burned in the sunlight. “The treasure isn’t here either.” she said. She turned and walked back toward the cottage. Colin gritted his teeth and kept digging.
Bridget went into the cottage and stared at Grand
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Colin started to walk away from The Giant. It wasn’t easy to measure twenty yards with his short strides, but a glance around the field showed only two stones that could hide the treasure.
“This one first,” Colin said, rolling aside the bigger stone.
Bridget thrust her shovel into the dirt. What could the treasure be? “Gold bars,” she guessed. “Or jewels—a chest full of sapphires and diamonds.”
Did the old treasure map make sense?
Colin laughed. “Be realistic, Bridget. I’ll bet it’s money.”
“Enough to buy a new computer or a bike?”
“Maybe enough to save this place,” Colin said. “If we find a lot of money, Mom won’t have to sell the cottage. We can always spend our summers here.”
Bridget knew it wouldn’t be the same without Grandpa, but she loved the old cottage. The thought of saving it spurred her on. She tightened her grip on the shovel and dug harder. But half an hour later, all they’d uncovered was dirt.
“It must be under the other stone.” Colin said.
They moved to the other spot and dug for an hour. Bridget’s arms began to ache, and her face burned in the sunlight. “The treasure isn’t here either.” she said. She turned and walked back toward the cottage. Colin gritted his teeth and kept digging.
Bridget went into the cottage and stared at Grand