坐在爸爸的车上,我们都一言不发,空气都变得凝固了,我知道,这是暴风雨来临前的征兆。回到家,打开书包,正准备做作业,爸爸怒气冲冲地踢开半掩的房门,压着心中的熊熊火焰,搬了张凳子放在他的对面,接着将我拎到凳上。我明白,一阵强悍的唾沫水正要来临。果不其然,他又开始训话了。我听了几句,无非就是同 Sitting in my dad’s car, we all said nothing, the air has become solidified, I know, this is a sign of the storm before. Back home, open the school bag, is preparing to do homework, my father angrily kicked the half-open door, pressing the heart of the flames, moved a stool on his across, and then I brought to the stool. I understand that a burst of powerful saliva is coming. Sure enough, he began to speak again. I heard a few words, nothing more than the same