放学路上,小刚拿着只得了27分的物理试卷硬着头皮往家走。一进家门,小刚的脸顿时火辣辣的,心怦怦地跳个不停,不敢正眼看父母。“小刚,怎么不高兴?是不是没考好?”爸爸一语道破。小刚不得不说出实情,躲到一旁静等一场“暴风骤雨”的到来。静了好一会儿,小刚仿佛被压得喘不过气来,不想爸爸却说:“先吃饭吧,吃完饭再说。”没有斥责,没有怒吼,语气是那么平缓,太出乎意料了。 On the way to school, Xiaogang took a 27-minute physical examination paper and balked at her home. Into the house, Xiao Gang’s face suddenly hot, heart staggered to jump nonstop, afraid to look at their parents. “Xiaogang, how unhappy? Is not no good test?” Papa broken through. Xiaogang had to tell the truth, hid aside waiting for a “stormy” arrival. Quiet for a while, Xiaogang seems to be pressured out of breath, do not want my father said: “first eat it, eat it again.” No rap, no roar, the tone is so gentle, too unexpected.