ace, he picked up the p

these days? Can you

rian was as happy as a child

e at first, Dad, but gradually I'm get

he call just ended up interrupting him. From afar, his mother could see his disappointment, sometimes a

. Besides, I promised him that he would come back here to pick us up onc

odern world, everything was far different from the reality now. For a moment, life has cha

somehow still couldn't do it in the end. At that moment, the door of the room opened, his mother with a happy face entered, her hand holding something very strange, but Brian di

e's no elect

she flipped the switch, making the whole room light up b

re. It is made in the US at a very affordable price because of its convenience and ease of use. Just now, m

large, its light radiates throughout the room. He happily sat on the table and continued

he puzzle. I don't understand why I'm so numb. Brian slowly walked out, gently pushed the door. The morning breeze blew gently, making the boy feel very

hat are y

aved his han

vegetables, everywhere I go, I see people

ng. In just a moment, the field full of weeds has become a neat littl

, what are

, making her hair seem to be completely blended with the morning sunlight, creating an extremely innocent but pure beauty. Although the g

ched my mother work i

Anna interrupted him, she walked st

tree do you

first, she only intended to plant trees to make the garden more beautifu

to buy the seeds. First of all, ca

ewildered, the gi

's no such thing here... ah!

at the market. Having lived in the city for many years, when he mo

out of food to start buying. As for seeds, my family has a few varieties such

was overjoyed,

you come back, remember to

ckly pulled his hand and ran forward. For a moment, the wooden hou

re we go

t turned to look at Brian,

a walk around the village. Someone so bad that you can't even remember the ro

e heard such words, he looked

nglish, I can talk with native speakers normally. When I went

nd louder. It seems that the girl does n

elieve me? Wait, I'll prove i

d the old ladies in the neighborhood say that people living in the city often boast nonsense, but I d

- the season of bright red phoenix flowers or the chirping cicadas. It is inherently a picture in the mind of a child when imagining from a few books he has read. Unbelievably, one day, Brian himself will be immersed in that poetic scene. Each gentle breeze blows with a characteristic passionate scent of the phoe

are you d