This is story from Guo (say:Kuo) family. Long long time ago, when  winter is too prick bones. The small hut became choice a family without mother who was borned them. Just their father who still laid into a plaited mat and covered over straw, and was brighted by a candle in the middle of the room. Two boys was sitting beside their father who couldn’t spoke although one word. Mang Guo and Ping Guo their names, two boys whom fated became twin bhrother in the proverty that covered over their family. Several month ago, their mother passed away and their father began sicks.
