韩富贵拄着铁橇立在崖边,远远地望去如一尊石雕。其实,他已经大汗淋漓气喘吁吁了,身子抖得像一片在秋风中飘零的树叶。一早饭时,儿子扬帆对韩富贵发了一通牢骚:“我根本不是块读书的料,还要我读书,岂不是害了我……”“别说了!”老富贵气恼地打断儿子的话,心里很是烦躁。自己舍不得吃,舍不得穿,攒钱供这小子上高中,竟然有罪了,天底下哪儿有这样的道理?扬帆仗着在家中独生子的优越地位,仍毫不顾忌地喋喋不休:“我已经十八岁了,要是考不上大学,岂不 Han Fugui stood on the edge of the cliff with a sleigh, far looked like a stone carving. In fact, he was exhausted and breathless, his body shaking like a leaf falling in the autumn wind. A breakfast, son sailing made a bite to Han Fugui: ”I am not a piece of material, but also my study, would not it harm me ... “ ”not to mention! “ Interrupted his son’s words, my heart is very irritable. Own reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, save money for this kid to go to high school, even guilty, where there is such truth? Sailing relied on the superiority of the only child at home, still without blatant chatter: ”I have eighteen If you are old, if you do not go to college, will not you?