Nabobess With Her Talented Adorable Three Kids

He looked at the two women who looked very similar above. His eyes became red. The mist made him unable to see the bright smiling faces. All the memories that are hidden in the heart are all coming up for a time.

In memory, she always looks at herself with a smile. She will encourage herself to stand up when she falls down when she walks. If she gets a good score in the exam, she will reward what she likes. She will get up to cover herself for fear of cold at night.

In the middle of the night, she will cry, also will be a person silently bear what pain, and he can not help anything. At that time, he hoped that he could grow up quickly, so that he could give her a happy space, and let her smile like that forever.

She shouldn't have left herself so early.

This has been built for a long time, the dilapidated facilities let xuanyiche can not believe that there are people living here. He took a look at the address in his hand, confirmed it again and again, and then went on.

There was no way to drive a car in here. He parked the car on the side of the road and climbed up step by step with something in his hand. There were not a thousand or eight hundred steps. It was almost autumn, and his body was wet with sweat.

Occasionally, passers-by look at themselves with different eyes. Or a pair of middle-aged women speak local dialect, and their voice is noisy from above, because he can't understand what they are saying.

He looked up at the ordinary steps and had to comfort himself. He is so busy that he doesn't even have time to exercise every day. This time, he will do it. So he went on, climbing up step by step.

Finally, after walking for nearly an hour, the long journey of steps was finished.

Standing on the platform, he looked into the distance, where is a luxury city, full of light and wine, and there is no place that does not show its flowers. And here, like a forgotten corner, he looked back, looking at everything in front of him, the pace of a step can not go down.

The sewage was running around, and occasionally a few children ran by, covered with dirt. A woman with a messy head comes out with a child in her hand, kicks at one of the children, grabs his ear and enters the dark door.

The rest of the children seemed to have found him as an outsider and ran away with a glance.

He looked at the shoes under his feet, the clothes on his body, and the buildings whose white walls could not be seen. If it could be called a building, he frowned deeply.

How could my aunt live in such a place?

There was a moment when he didn't believe it. Even if his mother died, as long as she came to find her own, she would certainly try her best to help her. It's just, why doesn't she come to find herself? He didn't understand.

Standing in the same place, I don't know how long I think about it. Looking at the note in my hand and thinking about the photo in my arms, I feel like I have made some kind of determination. The next second, his men had rushed into the sewage. Every step he took was careful, for fear that the house would collapse.

If we can call it a community, we can only call it a slum.

"Bang" a huge bang, scared him a shake.

"You're a loser. You're not allowed to eat any food today. Get out and work." His voice was as loud as those of the people's artists, but every word in the words made him feel unhappy.