第二章 有一种快乐叫珍惜（5）（2/2）
《世界上最温情的故事》作者：吴文智 2017-04-14 12:57
pa’s map. Was there something she had missed? Some clue she hadn’t snapped up? She searched the drawing inch by inch, then turned over the paper. The only thing there was the date.
“I’ve got it!” Bridget cried. She raced outside and grabbed her shovel and headed for the stream near The Giant.
“Where are you going?” Colin called. “Wait for me.”
Colin dashed to the stream, too. Bridget was already in the rowboat that was always tied near the bank, waiting for anyone who wanted to cross.
Bridget didn’t say a word as they rowed across the stream. Then she led the way to a single stone near the opposite bank. She didn’t need the shovel. She just rolled aside the stone and uncovered a metal box.
Colin gasped. “How did you know?”
Bridget smiled. “The map was made in the middle of winter. Grandpa crossed the stream. He walked across the ice!”
“There’s something else we forgot, ” she continued. “The year was 1927. Grandpa hid this box when he was a little boy!”
客厅里异常安静，钟表的报时声把布里奇特吓了一跳。她转过去，看到桌子上那个雕花的黑色盒子，时钟还在里面咚咚作响，听起来悲哀且空寂。
自爷爷死后，罗斯别墅的一切看起来都是空荡荡的。爷爷在这住了82年，以前每年夏天，布里奇特都要到这来看他。现在这座别墅要卖了。
“你可以留下点儿东西，以纪念爷爷。”妈妈说。
布里奇特不再看着时钟，那不能勾起她对爷爷逗弄的眼睛和拥抱的思念。一本书会让她想起爷爷吗？她走向书架，但大多数的书看起来令人厌烦。这时，她看见一张纸从一本书里露出来，便轻轻地把它拽出来。
纸上一面写着一个日期：1927年2月1日。另一面有些令人激动的东西，布里奇特尖叫一声，她弟弟忙跑了过来。
“I’ve got it!” Bridget cried. She raced outside and grabbed her shovel and headed for the stream near The Giant.
“Where are you going?” Colin called. “Wait for me.”
Colin dashed to the stream, too. Bridget was already in the rowboat that was always tied near the bank, waiting for anyone who wanted to cross.
Bridget didn’t say a word as they rowed across the stream. Then she led the way to a single stone near the opposite bank. She didn’t need the shovel. She just rolled aside the stone and uncovered a metal box.
Colin gasped. “How did you know?”
Bridget smiled. “The map was made in the middle of winter. Grandpa crossed the stream. He walked across the ice!”
“There’s something else we forgot, ” she continued. “The year was 1927. Grandpa hid this box when he was a little boy!”
客厅里异常安静，钟表的报时声把布里奇特吓了一跳。她转过去，看到桌子上那个雕花的黑色盒子，时钟还在里面咚咚作响，听起来悲哀且空寂。
自爷爷死后，罗斯别墅的一切看起来都是空荡荡的。爷爷在这住了82年，以前每年夏天，布里奇特都要到这来看他。现在这座别墅要卖了。
“你可以留下点儿东西，以纪念爷爷。”妈妈说。
布里奇特不再看着时钟，那不能勾起她对爷爷逗弄的眼睛和拥抱的思念。一本书会让她想起爷爷吗？她走向书架，但大多数的书看起来令人厌烦。这时，她看见一张纸从一本书里露出来，便轻轻地把它拽出来。
纸上一面写着一个日期：1927年2月1日。另一面有些令人激动的东西，布里奇特尖叫一声，她弟弟忙跑了过来。