那时我十岁。我向人撒谎,但被识破了。我矢口否认打破了一扇窗户,可是我父母知道是我打破的。在那个年代,打破窗户可是天大的事,我怕得要死。我怀疑我父母把这件事告诉了我一向崇拜的吉姆舅舅。从店铺回家时,我坐在他那辆深绿色汽车的前座上,在他的身旁,偷瞥了他一两眼,看见他嘴角上挂着一抹高深莫测的微笑。“说实话永远比较容易,”舅舅蓦地说道。他把视线从马路上移离片刻,对我笑了笑,“所以 At that time I was ten years old. I lied to people, but I was found out. I denied breaking a window, but my parents knew I broke. Breaking through the windows was a big thing in those days, and I was scared to death. I suspect my parents told this story to Uncle Jim, whom I have always admired. When I got home from the store, I was sitting on the front seat of his dark green car and, beside him, stole one or two of him and saw an inexplicable smile on his mouth. ”To be honest is always easier,“ said my uncle. He shifted his gaze away from the road for a moment and smiled at me, ”so