书店进来一对父子。儿子十来岁,望见满屋的书,眼睛放光,燕子般飞到书架前,开始挑书。父亲畏畏缩缩地站在进门的地方,他的头发蓬乱灰白,满脸沟壑,衣衫破旧。很快,儿子抱着一摞书跑过来到我这里算账,我摁摁计算器,说:“一共106元,算你100元吧!”孩子父亲的表情僵住了,他步履蹒跚地走了过来,身体有些残疾,右手颤抖着在 Bookstore came in a father and son. Ten years old son, looking at the house full of books, eyes shine, swallows fly to the bookshelves, began to pick up the book. Father stood in defiance of the door, his hair was disheveled, his face gully, dilapidated clothes. Soon, my son ran over to me with a stack of books, and I ran into a calculator saying: “A total of 106 yuan, you count 100!” The child’s father’s expression froze, he staggered Came up, some disability, his right hand trembling in the