By the end of the market have seen the children are gathered to play against. They see the Son to have sisters looked excited, but they still stand far away, do not dare scrambling. we like to know what their fate so poor, yet still intimate Son and sisters to play with, rather haughty and disdainful as the cousin of the Son. He Cuc, the spring, the Rat, the Additional fluke near unfurled eyes watching the new clothes of the Son. Son found them dressed not unlike normal days, the clothes still brown and silver was torn places. But today, their lips purple again, and through places torn shirt, dark flesh away. Each gust of wind came, they shivered, teeth hit each other.
đang được dịch, vui lòng đợi..