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一老子赵田走在前面,红光满面,像个警察;儿子赵书走在后面,勾头低眉,像个犯人。警察没有铐枪,犯人没有戴铐。警察手里提着一个蛇皮袋子,犯人背着一个书包。石板沟路上不少赵书的同学,背着书包铺盖往家里赶。只有他俩故意落在后头,主要是儿子在后头走得慢,离他总有个几丈远。对面来个人,哎呀,赵田啊,赵书啊,中考了,怎么样啊?赵田抬手擦擦脑门上的汗,满面春风,蛮好呢,蛮好!赵书就在几丈远的地方站住了,扭过头不看这边。那人问,市一中没问题啊?赵田说,没问题,
Zhaotian I walked in front of a red glowing, like a police; son Zhao book in the back, head low brow, like a prisoner. Police did not handcuff guns and prisoners did not wear handcuffs. A snake skin bag was carried in the police hand, and the prisoner carried a school bag. Many students on the shibagou ditch Zhao books, carrying the bag shop to cover the home rush. Only they deliberately fell behind, mainly the son walking slowly behind, always a few feet away from him. Opposite the individual, Oh, Zhao Tian ah, Zhao book ah, in the exam, how ah? Zhao Tian wiped his forehead sweat, full face spring, just fine! Zhao book in a few feet away Stopped, turned around and did not look here. That person asked, no problem in the city ah? Zhao Tian said no problem,