初中时的某个夜晚,我和老爸发生了激烈的争吵。具体原因记不得了,也许是所谓的青春期叛逆吧。小时候是一天不打上房揭瓦,那时候是一天不吵上坟拔草——不对,拔草是好事。总之我们吵得互不相让,吵到我必须摆出一个前所未有的姿态来表达我的桀骜,于是我抓起钥匙摔门而去。那之前,我很少在晚上出门,我的生活是再标准不过的三点一线。可那天我走得那么坚决,背影那么完美。老爸没有阻止,他要用他的不阻止来表达身为一家之主的威严。我骑了自行车离去,想兜兜风、散散心。但这个镇子毕竟太小了,我很快就循着熟悉的路线 One night in junior high school, my father and I had a fierce quarrel. Remembered the specific reasons, perhaps the so-called adolescent rebel it. When I was a kid, I did not go to the top of the house to get off the roof. At that time, I was going to study on the grave for a long time - no, weeding was a good thing. In short, we are arguing with each other. When we argue, I have to put on an unimaginative gesture to express my shame, so I grab the key and slam the door. Until then, I rarely go out at night, my life is a standard three-point line. But that day I go so firm, so perfect back. Dad did not stop, he wants to use his non-stop to express his dignity as the Lord of the family. I rode a bicycle to go, want to go for a ride, take it easy. But after all, the town is too small, I quickly followed the familiar route