上高中的时候,因为好奇,我学会了抽烟。白天不敢抽,怕被老师逮着。只有等到晚上宿舍熄了灯,生活管理员查房过后,偷偷地抽。每次抽完之后,我都会把香烟塞到被子的夹层里,小心地藏好。庆幸的是,一年下来,我抽烟从来没有被老师发现过。二年级的时候,我得了心肌炎,需要回家住院治疗。父亲到宿舍替我取行李的时候,是班主任薛老师陪他去的。我的床在上铺,当父亲踮着脚,把被子从床上拽下来的时候,“啪”的一声,一把梳子和一包香烟同时掉在了地上。“什么东西掉了?”当父亲转过身来在地上寻找时,薛老师已经用他那双大脚把香烟严严地踩住了。“是把梳子。”薛老师弯腰捡起梳子,递给我父亲。 In high school, because of curiosity, I learned to smoke. Dare to smoke during the day, afraid to be caught by the teacher. Only wait until the night dormitory lights, life manager rounds, secretly pumping. After each pumping, I will plug the cigarette into the quilt layer, carefully hidden. Fortunately, a year later, my smoking has never been discovered by the teacher. When I was in second grade, I had myocarditis and needed to go home for hospitalization. When my father went to the dormitory for my luggage, Mr. Xue, the head teacher, went with him. My bed was on the top floor, and as my father stomped his feet and pulled the quilt out of bed, a snap and a pack of cigarettes fell to the ground at the same time. “What’s missing?” Xue’s teacher had already soothed his cigarette heavily with his big feet as his father turned to look for him on the ground. “It’s the comb.” Xue leaned over and picked up her comb and handed it to my father.