有一天,我跟家人聊天,聊一半,到我该写作的时间了,怕影响他们的兴致,我就偷偷离开,去了书房。“爸爸呢?”隔了一阵儿,我听到儿子问他妈妈。“去写作了。”我太太回答。“爸爸好像一只猫。”儿子带着抱怨的语气说。又隔一阵儿,我写完一个段落,走出书房,好奇地问儿子:“你为什么说我像一只猫?”刘轩一笑:“是啊!你不像猫吗?猫就是自己有什么事,就闷不声地走开了。” One day, I chatted with my family and chatted halfway through the time I had to write to be afraid of their interest. I left secretly and went to study. After a while, I heard my son ask his mother. “To write. ” My wife answered. “Daddy looks like a cat. ” The son said with a whining tone. After a while, I finished a passage, walked out of the study, curiously asked his son: “Why do you say I like a cat? ” Liu Xuan smile: “Yes ah! You are not like cats? Cats are themselves There is nothing, just quietly walked away. ”