Please translate: My father had returned from his business visit to London when I came in, rather late……

Chinese translation: My father came back from his business trip to London for a visit. I went in, quite late, to have dinner. I could tell immediately what he and his mother were discussing. At the half-playful, half-serious point where I knew so well, he said, "How do you want to go to Eton?"

"Of course," I shouted, quickly catching on to the joke. Everyone knows that's the most expensive, most prestigious school among them. You must enter the time of birth if not leave. Then again, even at 12 or 13, I understood my father that he didn't like any kind of expression. He always knew the appropriate station in his life, in the middle middle class, our house was medium sized, he had avoided joining the Royal Liverpool Golf Club and went for a very low price, he felt embarrassed driving it, it Quickly changed the Austin 1100.

This might just be his eye-pleasing way of telling me that the whole boarding school idea is about to be abandoned: ugh! I should also have remembered that he looked different than anyone else, if it didn't work with him The fear of conflict draws our attention to ourselves.

He seemed to have a genetic defect talking to a good colleague in the London office, while Graham had a friend who had just entered his boy at school, and whitel he was on that side of the world that he thought He might as well call them. I remember my eyes shaking with pain, my hands confused by my feelings. He was excited, in the bustle of the great sale.

"Oh, he doesn't want to leave," my mother replied. "You shouldn't go on like this. Home is his decision." My father said. "He can make his own decisions." . . . . . (Translated). . . . .