When I came home from school that day, it was hot and burnt, the asphalt road seemed to be burnt, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell. When I got home, I knocked on the door a few times, and suddenly I remembered that my father was not at home on business. I touched my schoolbag. Oh, I left in a hurry this morning and forgot my key! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around.
It happened that my neighbor came back from work and saw me like this. He squatted down and said kindly, "What's the matter, little friend? I forgot my key and can't go home? " "Nothing!" I replied grumpily, thinking, you drunkard, what can you do to me? "Is Dad not at home?" He is still very gentle. "Come on, come to my house and I'll call your father." He opened the door as he spoke. "Hum, I won't go to your house!" I muttered to myself.
The phone is dialed. Dad told me that he wouldn't be back for a while. "This is finished! What should I do! " I paced anxiously in front of the door. He seemed to read my mind and said, "Don't be stubborn and come to my house for dinner!" " "My father on the other end of the phone heard my neighbor's words and said to me," Nothing! " "So, I reluctantly came to his house.
His house is in a mess. It's a mess. When he saw that I had curled my lips, he said shyly, "Hehe, the house is too messy." I cooked for me carefully and sat down next to me. I asked strangely; "Why don't you eat?" He just laughed without saying a word. I ran to the rice cooker and looked, hey! There is nothing in it, and a sense of respect arises spontaneously.
It's time for school, and he offered to send me downstairs to wait for the bus.
A gust of wind blew across my cheeks and into my heart. I looked into his eyes carefully. His eyes are particularly bright and kind today, and his beard is very cute. I've never seen a person so seriously.