Out of class, I walked to the classroom of the 265th class hurriedly, hang one bottle of hot milk to He Xijia. He is so intelligent and blinking his black eyes as if his eyes seem could speak, smilling face and spoke to me, thank you. I asked him to drink it soon as it is hot now then turn back to the office.

He Xijia kept his pupil's style hair during at his student's period. He has one pair of big eyes that were lighting smart. Always with leisurely and politely words, while he spoke. My heat was hurt and the scabby scar was uncovered from my mind when met him each time, because he is father's son of the half-brother, small 18 years older than mine.

The first day of school after summer-long holidays, the crowd of new pupil's parents blocked at the front of the gate. I twisted rode my electric bike and hardly throughout of the crowd.

“He ming, stop there for a while!” One familiar and strange voice popped out from the crowd. I looked back, one small and thin old man who begged for me on his face. I was surprises for such scenes and I looked more carefully, my God, it is my father.

Many years no see him; he is older than before. Although his eyebrows showed energetically, there are many deep wrinkles on his face. His handsome before 20 years of him disappeared by years of erosion, walking with him out of the crowd then come to one huge willow beside the gate of the school. No matter how hard I try, it was difficult to call him “Daddy”, he does not deserve the name. He silently sees me several seconds and seems to want to say something but stop then look others place nervously, turn and face to me finally, muttered:”Mingming, you see, Yuying school is one of our best middle schools in our city, then, that… Hejiaxi, I heard you work for this school, may I send him to this school? Can you please take more care of him for me?” unnaturally speaking, he seems to want to please me。

Continuity, he talking, still keeps his old temp as if he can not reach his goal and don’t give up:” Mingming, you see, I want to arrange Hejiaxi into a good class with a good head teacher. You work for this school; I think you can help him?” His sound is nearly humble.

I do not want to accept, but it is also difficult to reject him, I continually keep silent. He stops and say nonthing after he finishes talking of his ideas, then nob down his head and waiting for my reply。

As if the air is cold at the moment, my idea is fighting aggressively, asking myself, arrange it for him or not, but that terrible scene before 18 years rose into my eyes.

That year, I just backed home the day of summer holiday, I saw my mom’s eyes leak hopelessness and twitched , full of tear into her eyes. Somehow, I felt an ominous rush into my heart at once.

One time on the day of labour holiday, I clearly remember that time, while I was a student and at the teacher school. I was clamouring for a visit to my father who is teaching at a middle school at the city. Father was always back home only one time in a week. He was living at a citizen house in the suburb. My mom says she will carry me to there.

I was too impatient to pat my father's house door after a jump from my mother's bike. Strangely, the gate was anti-locked. Feeling so lost at that moment. I was watching carefully outside the gate for a moment, it not so easily lying down me because of a reach here from the faraway place. Suddenly, I saw there are several pieces of wood, which was piping outside of the south wall of the yard. I carefully stepped on them and straightly kicking up my feet, stretching the neck and looking everything into the house. There a shadow is moving, I recognize that is my father's shadow, yielding "Dad, Dad!" My mom feels so pleased also, "Your dad is at home, we are just grasping at opportunities." My father is looking at me in the direction of shouting of my voice, but his face flashed a hint of panic and then he calms down said lightly "Holiday?" "Yes, I can rest for three days!" I answered.

The door is opened by my father. I ran excitedly into the yard. The arrangement of small courtyard is matched father's character, it is not too big but with very vigorous. The shadow of bamboos was swaying under the west wall, full of colorful flowers in front of East House Montreal. Like a little child feel fresh to everything in sight and look around everywhere. But while I walked Into Westinghouse, there was a pair of woman's high heels. Blurted out: "There is a person!" The woman was falling sleep. I suddenly understood what it is after a short time blank thinking. I couldn’t control my mind. I tried to calm down the panic heart and out of the room without said anything. My mother heard my bluffing, then her eyes panic disorder and embarrassment, I understood I did something wrong. Quickly said, "Mom, let's go, I still have something need to do." Turned around out of the gate, my mother followed me, but I heard my father relieved out a long breath.