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昏暗的灯火下一对父子正在吃饭，安静的饭桌上父亲面无表情，静静地吃着碗里的饭。儿子小心翼翼地观察着自己的父亲，不远处的书包里静静地躺着这次测验的卷子。79分的卷子既不算好也不算太差，但是对一向成绩优秀的儿子来说，就有点失水准了。 Under the dim lights, a father and son are eating. On the quiet table, the father has no expression and quietly eats the rice in the bowl. The son watched his father carefully, and the test paper lay quietly in the bag not far away. The score of 79 is neither good nor too bad, but it's a little out of line for the son who has always done well. “这次考得怎么样了？”良久，沉默是金的父亲终于发话了。 "How was the test?" For a long time, Kim's silent father finally spoke. “7……79分。”无法从父亲的语气中感受到任何感情的儿子小心回答了父亲的提问，并紧紧盯着父亲那张好像盤石般坚毅的脸。 "7... 79 points. " Unable to feel any emotion from his father's tone, the son carefully answered his father's questions and stared at his father's face as firm as a rock. 没有表情！即使是听到儿子成绩下降的时候，那张熟悉的脸庞就像一潭死水一样波澜不惊。看到这里，儿子有些失望地低下了头，默默吃着碗里的饭。 No expression! Even when he heard that his son's performance was declining, the familiar face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Seeing this, my son lowered his head in disappointment and ate the rice in the bowl in silence. | 
