饭桌上鸦雀无声,只听到钟表“滴答、滴答”的声音。我埋着头一声不吭地往嘴里扒着饭,不时偷偷瞟一眼爸爸,他锁着眉,满脸的严肃与忧虑,仿佛在思索着什么,恐怕是因为刚才的那个电话……“铃——”我拿起电话,是找爸爸的,我把话筒递过去,心中满 The table was silent and only heard the clock ticking and ticking. I buried my head in my mouth and took a meal to my mouth. I glanced at my father from time to time. He locked his eyebrows, and the seriousness and worries of his face seemed to be thinking about something, probably because of the call just now... ——"I picked up the phone and found my father. I handed over the microphone and my heart was full.