“我的自白书———任老爸拿着菜刀,任老妈拿着炸药……”“呕吐、呕吐,没事别在这瞎搞。”“你算哪根葱啊,管起我的事来了。”我愤愤地说道,可她倒好,翘起个二郎腿,装作没听到,我只好说:“看在你是我同桌的面子上,我大人不计小人过,饶了你,下次再这样,小心你吃不了兜着走。” “My confession book—when Daddy took a kitchen knife, let Mom take explosives...” “Vitrate, vomit, and don’t do anything about it.” “What kind of onion are you taking? Come on,“ I said angrily, but she leaned back, tilted her legs and pretended not to hear. I had to say, ”Look, you are my face at the same table, my adult does not count on the villain and spares you. Next time, be careful that you can’t eat it."