我跟往常一样,当路过老朱家花店时总会上前闻几口沁人心脾的花香。这一次,两辆一大一小的自行车和两个一高一矮的熟悉身影使我停下脚步,站在门口静静地看着。只见我的老师僵硬地微笑了一下,对花店老板说:“老板,我想打听一下,这花篮是您送他的吗?”说着拉了一下身边男孩的衣角,花店老板皱了皱眉头说:“是的。”然后顿了顿问,“怎么了?”老师看了看正咬着嘴唇的男孩,叹了口气:“不瞒你说,我这名学生一天没来 As usual, I always heard a few mouthfuls of refreshing flowers when I passed the old Zhu flower shop. This time, two little boys and one little tall and one familiar figure stopped me and stood quietly in front of the door. I saw a stiff smile, my teacher said to the flower shop owner: ”boss, I want to find out, this flower basket is you to send it to him?“ ”Took a pull around the boy’s clothes, florist The boss frowned and said: “” Yes. “And then paused,” What happened? “The teacher looked at the boy biting his lip and sighed:” Without telling you, I The student did not come in one day