一天放学，儿子阴沉着脸回到家，第六感觉告诉我，他一定受到什么委屈，虽然是中学生了，可还是那么幼稚，脸说变就变，仿佛是个晴雨表，喜怒哀乐全写在脸上。“又遇到什么烦心的事儿了？”我问。“妈，你说气人不气人，今天我去扛纯净水桶，谁知半路杀出个‘程咬金’来。”“? One day after school, my son gloomy face back home, the sixth feeling told me that he must be subject to any grievances, although it is high school students, but still so naive, face that change becomes, as if it is a barometer, emotions all written in the face on. “What happened to worry again?” I asked. "Mom, you say angry people are not angry, today I went to carry a pure bucket, who knows halfway to kill out a ’bite gold’ to.