一母亲桃子不想讓小学一年級的儿子行夫知道这件事。可是,却不知行夫在什么时候已經知道了。还是在放学回家的路上,中午炎热的太阳无情地照在行夫的头頂上,瘦弱的行夫背着書包,后背完全湿透了。郊外的房子不太多,走在塍道上,从四周的庄稼里蒸发出来的空气,夹着肥料的臭味,冲入行夫的鼻管,渗进了他需要更多地吸收新鮮空气的、幼小的肺里。和行夫同道的同学定次是个胖小子,紅黑色的臉上象洗过 A mother peaches do not want to let the first-year son of elementary school know about it. However, I do not know when the husband has known. Or on the way home from school, noon hot sun ruthlessly shone in the head of the groom, thin bag carrying a backpack, back completely wet. Not too many houses on the outskirts of the country, walking on the road, the air evaporated from the crops around, the smell of fertilizer, into the nose tube of the husband, infiltrating into the need to absorb more fresh air, young The lungs. And fellow classmate classmate is a fat boy, red and black face washed