亲拿着我的测验卷递到我跟前,上面满是老师红色的笔迹。父亲默不作声,烟雾缓缓地从他嘴里吐出,就连空气里都弥漫着令人紧张的气息。我不敢抬头,四周安静到几乎只听到我自己的沉重呼吸。蓦地,父亲幽幽地叹了口气,我抬起头来想要看看他的脸色,却只看到了他沉重的背影渐行渐远。父亲离开的那一刻,我的眼泪就止不住地往下掉了。但我用力咬住自己的嘴唇,尽量不让自己发出声音。这个时候我倒希望父亲能够骂我,毕竟他这样的默不作声更让 Hand holding my test roll handed me, full of teacher’s red handwriting. My father was silent, the smoke slowly spit from his mouth, and even the air was full of tension. I am afraid to look up, quiet around to hear almost only my own heavy breathing. His father faint sigh, I looked up and want to see his face, but only to see his heavy back away. The moment my father left, my tears stopped falling. But I bite my lips, try not to make my own voice. At this time I hope my father can scold me, after all, he is silent