爷爷的藏宝图AGiantMystery
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ThesoundoftheadeBridgetjump。Ithadbeehelivingroom。Hereyeswenttothecarvedblathedesk。Ihetiochime。Thenotessoundedsaday。
&hiyiagesindpahaddied。He’dlivedherefhty-twoyears,ahadvisitedhimeverysummerofherlife。agewouldbesold。
“Youkeepsomethingtrandpaby。”Momhadsaid。
Bridgetlookedawayfromtheclock。Thatwasn’twhatsheoremindherofGrandpa’steasingeyesandhishugs。Wouldabookmakeherthinkofhim?Shewenttotheshelf,butmostofthebooksl。Thenshesaerstigoutofabook。Gentlyshepulleditout。
Adatewaswrittenohepaper:February1,1927。Ohersidewassomethiigaveashoutthatbroughtherbr。
“LookwhatIfetsaid。
tookthepaperahedate,thengaspedwheheotherside。AbwerethewordsMyTreasureMap。
“Grandpaalwayssaidhe’dburiedatreasureonhislasaid。“Ithoughthe>
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Itlemap:justabigcirclethatsaidTheGiantandanarrowpointingfromitenty-YardWalk。AttheendofthearrowwasasmallcirclemarkedStone,andanX。
&isacalledthatbigbetsaid。
“Areasureisburieduoyyardsfromit,”said。“Let’sgo!”
&sideandgrabbedshovelsfromtheshed。TheyracedacrossafieldtoTheGiant。ItwastheonlybigboulderontheIowafarm,anditstoodbesideastream。
startedtowalkawayfromTheGiant。Itwasomeasuretwentyyardswithhisshortstrides,butaglahefieldshowedonlytwostocouldhidethetreasure。
“Thiso,”said,rollihebiggerstone。
Bridgetthrusthershoveli。Whatcouldthetreasurebe?“Guessed。“Orjewels—achestfullofsapphiresanddiamonds。”
Didtheoldtreasuremapmakesense?
laughed。“Berealistic,Bridget。I’llbetit’smoney。”
&obuyaerorabike?”
“Maybeenoughtosavethisplasaid。“Ifwefindalotofmoney,Momwoosellthecottage。endoursummershere。”
BridgetkwouldhoutGrandpa,butshelovedtheoldcottage。Thethoughtofsavingitspurredheroenedhergripontheshovelanddugharder。Buthalfanhourlater,allthey’duncoveredwasdirt。
“Itmustbeuone。”said。
&otheotherspotanddugfet’sarmsbegantoadherfaedi。“Thetreasureisher。”shesaid。Sheturnedaowardthecottage。grittedhisteethadigging。
BridgetwentiageaGrandpa’smap。Wastheresomethingshehadmissed?Someclueshehadn’tsnappedup?Shesearchedthedrawinginturhepaper。Theonlythihedate。
&!”Bridgetcried。Sheracedoutsideandgrabbedhershovelahestream。
“Whereareyougoing?”called。“Waitforme。”
dashedtothestream,tetwasalreadyithatwasalwaystiedhebank,waitingforaedtocross。
Bridgetdidn’tsayawordastheyrowedacrossthestream。Thehewaytoasiheoppositebaheshovel。Shejustrolledasidethestoneaalbox。
gasped。“Howdidyouknow?”
Bridgetsmiled。“Themapwasmadeinthemiddlerandpacrossedthestream。Hewalkedacrosstheice!”
“There’ssomethi,”sheued。“Theyearwas1927。Grandpahidthisboxwhenhewasalittleboy!”
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****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。