“我会离开的,我要去流浪。”他不止一次在心里对自己说。他沉思了片刻,简单地收拾了衣服,走出了家门。“去哪?小子。”背后传来他父亲严厉而又沧桑的声音。他的心微微一颤,放慢了脚步,然而一股更为强烈的冲动牵引着他,那是仇恨。于是他又加快脚步,没有回头,只甩下一句话:“出 “I will leave. I am going to wander.” He said to himself more than once in his heart. He pondered for a moment, simply picked up his clothes and walked out of the house. “Where are you going? Kid.” The voice of his father’s harsh and vicissitudes came from behind. His heart shuddered and he slowed down, but a more intense impulse led him. It was hatred. So he stepped up again and he did not turn back.