接天天放学。上车后,他表情忧郁地说:“妈妈,光头的爸爸和妈妈离婚了。”光头是他同桌。我边点火,边轻轻“哦”了一声,算是回应他。从停车场驶出来,他像是想了很久才下决心问我:“妈妈,你会不会和爸爸离婚?”我摇摇头,笑着说:“不会的,儿子,放心吧。”他不放心,接着问:“如果有一天要离呢,那你要我吗?”看他表情那么认真,我只好说:“你想跟谁啊?” Then every day after school. After getting on the bus, he said gloomily: “Mom, bald father and mother divorced. ” Bald is his desk. While I was on fire, gently “Oh”, I was a response to him. From the parking lot, he seemed like a long time before he was determined to ask me: “” Mom, would you divorce his father? “I shook my head and said with a smile:” No, son, rest assured “He did not worry, then asked: ” If you leave one day, then you want me? “” Look at his expression so serious, I had to say: "Who do you want to talk to?