"Did you get your English roll down today? How many points do you get? Show me! "My dad said to me when he saw me park the car and sit around the dinner table.

I was shocked, but I still pretended to be calm on my face, and said that I had done well. So I took the scroll out of my bag and showed it to him.

Dad took the paper, glanced at the score, and asked me, "Why did I get four points?" ”

"There are essays in English, and you don't know that essays will always be deducted." When I answered him, I was also a little weak in my heart. Am I not cheating? Am I still human? How can I deceive the person I love the most in this world. He expects so much from me, and I'm deceiving him.

"How much does the surnamed Li take?" Dad asked again.

I smacked for a while, but I really couldn't say that Li Yaowen scored 99 points in the exam, so I had to say, "He was deducted one point for his composition......"

Dad reprimanded me as usual. Ask me why other people's essays are so good, why can't you write well? How many points are you worse than people? I listened and didn't say anything. Until my father said that enough was enough, I also promised that I would definitely do better in the exam next time. This first lie has finally come to an end.

In the days that followed, I began to focus mostly on English. Whether in class or out of class, I listened carefully and memorized. But I don't know what's going on, my mind is still getting more and more confused, more and more confused. I often memorize this and forget that, and I often confuse the usage of this verb and that verb. I wanted to ask, too, but that damn pride was at work, and I couldn't ask. How can I admit that I can't compare to Li Yaowen? So I didn't ask, I kept thinking about it myself, and I studied it hard.

When I got back from school this Wednesday, I saw that my dad had found a bunch of pockets out of nowhere. I asked him what he was doing, and he impatiently replied to me with food. At last, when he saw me standing still, he yelled at me, "Why are you still standing there?" Nothing to do? The teacher didn't give you homework? ”

"It's set!" I was unhappy, and after putting the car away, I said, "Didn't I want to see if you wanted me to help you?" ”

"I don't want your help, can you turn on the machine?" My dad said impatiently, urging me to hurry up and do my homework, saying that it was getting darker and darker, and the lights would be turned on later, wasting electricity. "Hurry up and get your meal after finishing your homework! I've got to get down to the lake and see where the big machine gets. Don't wait a while to take over our land, and people won't come back. If you don't have trouble finding someone else? ”

"Oh!" I answered and asked him, "How did you bring the food back later?" ”

"Let's see." Dad said, "If the day is still early, call your cousin Yang Zhuang to help pull two trips, if it is too late, I will watch it all night across the lake, and tomorrow morning I will turn on the machine myself and slowly pull home." ”

"You turn on the machine and it's unstable, don't fall into the ditch like that again!" When I heard him say that, I was a little worried. It's not that I don't believe him, it's that he's really old, his hands and feet are not flexible, and he hasn't driven much before. When they first separated from work that year, they really pushed him into a hurry. There was no way, he was learning now, and he ditched the machine three times in that busy season. The last time I saw the door of the house, I fell into the ditch.

"What can you do if you fall into the ditch? I can't pick it up little by little, can I? My dad said while sorting out his pockets for food, "It's small, it's close, it's okay." How do you do all this? I can't pick it all until next year! ”

I snorted and didn't know what to say, so I took out my homework and wrote it for a while, and then said tentatively, "Why don't you go and tell my uncle?" Let him pull you twice. ”

My dad didn't squeak, and after a while he said, "Can he pull it for you?" ”

"How do you know if you don't ask!" I said. When my father saw this, he turned his head to look at me, and I didn't know what the hell he was thinking, so I heard him whisper to me, "You go and tell him, I won't buy it!" "The implication is to let me go?

I thought about it and felt a little embarrassed. Although my uncle said before that he would pull food for our family, he was in a good mood before, and I don't know if he is in a good mood now. My dad saw that I was a little hesitant, and said to me, "You kid, let your mouth be sweeter, and say that when you grow up and get money, you will buy him good wine to drink, and he will take care of it!" ”

"And what if he doesn't buy my account?" I said a little awkwardly.

"Don't buy it, pull it down! You can't get food back without him? Dad said, muttering a few more words to me. He pocketed them and filled them one by one. Let me finish my homework and make a meal, and then go to the west exit to talk to my uncle, if it doesn't work, pull it down. I nodded and watched him go out the door with his pockets on his back.