The corridor there is no rain, but the strong winds, blowing in the human body, cold and straight people tremble. The father looked at the classroom from time to time. Finally after class, and he in the crowd found his son, rushed to his son aside, his son saw his father come, affectionately called the voice: "Dad!" "Leng Buleng? To send you some clothes come to. "his father said as he felt for his son's hand. "Not cold." "Look, hands so cold, and said not cold. To bring clothes to wear. Hands are there any money? That is five dollars, rice want to eat eat, Do you know that? "So saying, the money stuffed into a wrinkled his son's pocket. Son, so vigor nodded his head. Son, the father looked thin handwoven cloth shirt, blue gray pants, and pair-breaking rain soaked shoes what stabbed heart as being a moment dull.

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