“你准备什么时候剪头发?”父亲以一种冰冷的口气问我。我们坐在后院的门廊里,彼此盯着对方。我知道我想说什么,“我想剪的时候。”但我却说:“我不知道……”“你看你那邋遢样儿。”说这话的时候,他的嘴一撇,他这个原本十全十美的儿子又添了坏毛病。“我喜欢这么长。”我平静? “When are you going to cut your hair?” My father asked me in a cold tone. We sat in the backyard porch, staring at each other. I know what I want to say, “I want to cut it.” But I said, “I do not know ...” “You see what you look like.” When he said that, The original perfect son has added bad habits. “I like so long.” I calm?