The weather in July was hot and the spirits were angry. There are almost the same little people in Linkai’s society. Under a poisonous sun, I rolled my eyes and walked on the road. I can’t get into college. The family is poor. My parents can’t make much money by farming for a year. They put up their bedding to work in the seaside city of dl for the tuition fees of my sister. But now the economy is not so good that there is competition for a job as a builder. I can’t help but sell popsicles on my back in summer. Although I am very tired every day, I can make a hundred and eighty a day on a good day. It’s not much worse than many people in the office. A day’s work is like a dead dog out of water. Go back to the small cell under the stairs which is less than four square meters. He lay on the bed without even taking off his shoes. Tired to sleep!!