He sleep, yawn banner, pulled a long , stay standing bus station under license. Then he goes to work, "Gold Cup" welcome the flashing lights, can be
Stagger from love. He compiled about , did not say a word, from the forging drilled into the door.
At this point, his son carrying schoolbags, bread, drinking milk, got a bus bound for downtown. His father, in the south
A city on a street, riding a bicycle, flying relaxation to a factory, a car column revealing thick stainless steel cup of rice in Shannon.
His wife smiling, wearing a dress straight of an counter: Welcome, please feel free to choose. And her bags at the foot of
Of sleep and a few carrot tofu. His mother, in the home is not spacious town farmers market edge squatting, she placed in front of rows of the
and vegetables in a row, while holding hands, said pole, while the bargaining repay whispered.
His brother miscellaneous eating a bowl of noodle sauce.
Many of his friends, the shuttle in a familiar streets and alleyways, access to non-stop turning the big car.
His grandmother kind of way lying purple hearts ... ...
Insipid morning, quiet and with a smile, and other plain people, like the morning imperceptibly. No radiation in the sun when the silence of
Shop started to disperse in the sun can not wait come to an end. It is calm to tell me, what is a low-key.
