what he suddenly thought of, picked up his cell phone, called his mother, as if to wish her a merry Christmas, rest assured of herself or something. His face was so red that he didn't know whether he had drunk or listened to his mother's voice, and did not know how long he had not gone home.
photographer took a special picture of him. His charming blue and green eyes and some melancholy and childish faces were very touching. There were no second foreigners in China, like him, to be the bottom of the Chinese society. Workers live the most ordinary life of ordinary people.