One day, XX brought a new pen, saying that his mother brought it from abroad, and everyone rushed to read it. Who knew it was broken in my hand? I was shocked, but it was brought from abroad! XXX saw that his baby was broken and looked depressed, insisting that I pay for it. My classmates helped me say a lot, but it didn't help.
In desperation, I went home and secretly gave him a father's gold pen. One night afterwards, my father suddenly looked for this pen, rummaged through everything and couldn't find it. He asked me if I had it, but I denied it.
Paper can't cover fire, and people can't cover mistakes. One day at dinner, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw that it was for my classmate and his father. My parents immediately put down their rice bowls, called them into the house and eagerly asked, "Is my child in trouble?" They said no: "We go to Sanbaotang for everything. The thing is, your child broke one of our pens. A pen is worthless. How to compensate with a golden pen? " With that, he returned the pen to his father. Dad listened, puzzled and grateful, and took the pen.
After my classmate and his father left, my father repeatedly asked me to tell him the truth. When I saw the truth, I had to admit that I cheated him.
When dad learned the truth, he said seriously, "You just had to say it, and at most you would lose someone a pen. But you didn't tell me that you cheated. This is a mistake. It doesn't matter if a person makes a little mistake, just admit it and correct it. You don't tell the truth, lie, hate! " Dad paused and said, "You still have a long way to go. Telling the truth is the foundation of being a man. " I nodded tearfully.
Since then, I have engraved my father's education in my heart. Telling the truth has become my rule.