下午下班,做完家务,忽然很想去看看学校里的儿子。开学一个多月了,除了早上上班前匆匆忙忙地看过一次作为升旗手他在认认真真地升国旗,还没进过他的教室呢。买了热乎乎的牛奶和面包,悄悄绕过门卫,进了校园。学校里静悄悄的,孩子们正在上晚自习。上了教学楼,一层一层,蹑手蹑脚地走在教室阴面的走廊,透过朦朦胧胧地毛玻璃,希望可以看到儿子,看看他上自习的样子,看看他读书写作业的样子,说不定还能看到他和女同学偷偷说话的样子。见惯了夜晚他在家里的台灯下学习的样子,那 Afternoon get off work, done housework, suddenly want to see the school son. More than a month since the start of the school, except in the morning rush to see before work as a flag-bearer in raising his flag seriously, have not yet entered his classroom yet. Bought warm milk and bread, quietly bypass the guard, into the campus. The school is quiet, the children are studying in the evening. On the school building, layer by layer, crept walk in the corridor of the catholic classroom, through the hazy ground glass, hoping to see his son, look at his self-study look, look at his reading and writing homework, Maybe you can see him and his female students secretly speaking. I used to see him at home during the night under the table lamp look, that