妈妈站在教室外的走廊上,与柯老师交谈,面色凝重。那是一个寻常周三的中午。4月的晌午颇有些暑意。我刚从食堂吃完盖浇面,脱下的外套搭在臂弯里,与付潇等人并排走着,有一搭没一搭地闲聊。猛一抬头看见老妈,顿时心中一惊,事情怕是不妙。妈妈手里攥着一叠画纸,那都是我以日常生活为基础随手画的:关于食物的,关于教室和书籍的,还有老师的漫画群像。“平时闷在房间里,还以为在做功课……”她当着众人数落我,“难怪成绩一直不见好!”柯老师连忙打圆场:“只是随便涂鸦,毕竟还是孩子嘛。” Mom standing in the hallway outside the classroom, talking to Ke teacher, looking dignified. It was an unusual Wednesday at noon. April noon summer quite some summer. I just finished eating the canteen from the canteen, taking off his coat in the arms, walking side by side with Fu Xiao et al. Meng looked up to see her mother, suddenly surprised, fear of things is not good. Mother hands clutching a stack of sheets of paper, which I have drawn on a daily basis: the food, the classrooms and books, as well as the teacher comic groups. “Usually bored in the room, but also thought that doing homework ... ” She was in front of all the people I, “No wonder the results have not been good! ” Ke quickly hurriedly: “just casual graffiti, after all, children. ”