我背着书包,站在破旧不堪的大门外,手刚刚伸出去准备推门,又蓦地停在了空中。我屏住呼吸,仔细地听着里面被压低了的谈话声。“爸,新房子快建好了,你手里还有多少钱?该结的帐应该付给别人了!”一阵沉默后,“再说吧”三个字结束了对话。我知道那是爸爸 With my schoolbag on my back, I stood outside the dilapidated gate. My hand just reached out and prepared to push the door, and I stopped in the air. I held my breath and listened carefully to the conversation that was depressed. “Dad, the new house will be built soon. How much money will you have in your hand? The account of the settlement should be paid to others!” After a brief silence, the words “talk again” ended the dialogue. I know it’s dad