random. i know, i can not fool him. no one better than he knows his son. so i told him that his son is still abroad, but four hours later, they can definitely come back. my friend's father said, i promise.
i saw his eyes frightened relatives. but the friend's father was once again quiet, and then his head, to crooked in one direction, and raised his hand eagerly. i noticed that the direction of the wall, hang my friend's father said it is one ten. five ten, your son will come.
friend's father put down his hand, i saw him sigh of relief, though his eyes were closed, but i can almost feel his eyes looking forward.
every ten minutes, i would grab his hand and told him tell me the time. every four hours, ten minutes to be neatly divided, and sometimes i feel he is about