One Saturday afternoon, I was having dinner at a restaurant with my classmates who had just graduated and started working, and we were talking about fresh anecdotes from a year of work. During the conversation, my phone rang, and it was one

One Saturday afternoon, I was having dinner at a restaurant with my classmates who had just graduated and started working, and we were talking about fresh anecdotes from a year of work.

During the conversation, my mobile phone rang, it was a strange man's phone: "You are Zhang Kun's (pseudonym)'s father, right?" You hurry over, your son stole something from our shop. "From time to time, the cries of children can be heard on the phone between the conversations. Maybe the owner was too angry, so he didn't leave the address, and before I could relax, the call was already deducted. "Son?!" Everyone looked at me in amazement, and I was stunned by this sudden thing, oh my God! At 22 years old, I would have a son, and I would be a son who would steal! The classmate next to me said that I must have made a mistake, but my heart could not calm down. First, there was indeed a student named Zhang Kun in my class, but this student had been doing very well on weekdays; second, although I had just worked for three weeks, the sensitivity of my profession made me eager to know what was going on, and I had not yet had time to explain to the strange man, and I did not know where the "son" was now. So I dialed him, asked for the address, and I promised him to arrive in 20 minutes.

After 20 minutes, I arrived at that location, a supermarket chain with a lot of people around the door. When I walked into the crowd, I was surprised to see the boy, who turned out to be the student in my class, and he was a "top student" in the eyes of the teacher. I saw him holding a packet of the student's favorite snack in his hand, his eyes did not dare to look at me, and his head was very low. At this moment, I immediately understood the reason for the matter. When I first took the class, I announced a hotline number to the students, which is my mobile phone number, and said that it was the hotline for every child and parent.

At this time, I took the hand of my "son" and said, "Why don't you bring money with you when you buy something?" "I pulled out the money and asked him to pay for it himself and asked him to apologize to the owner." My son "looked at me timidly, his eyes full of doubt and gratitude, and at that moment, I also felt touched like never before."

Walking out of the store, I decided to send him home, and his wet, cool little hand clasped my hand tightly. I asked him in the car why he did this, only to see his big eyes flash and tears flowing down his cheeks. He plunged headlong into my arms, and it was the first time I had been touched by such a great feeling. After all, the child is a child, how can I bear to question and criticize him at this moment?

Afterwards, in his essay I read something like this:

"Teacher Liu, please forgive me for my behavior. On that day, I was really happy, not because you paid for me, but because of your words: 'Why don't you bring money with you when you buy something?' Before you came, I was so scared that I thought you would criticize me fiercely and then call my parents. Rest assured, I will never make such a mistake again! I will definitely learn to repay you! ”

Looking at the words on the composition and thinking about this "new father" experience, my feelings are very complicated. I can't think of whose fault it is, and I want to use a sentence from Mr. Feng Jicai to warn myself: Trust often creates a beautiful realm!