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Cao Li and Xie Qin live in shabby booths, less than two pings. Under the image of Shanghai's glamorous metropolis, there are a group of foreign women like them. Every day, they live on the bottom of each chores. Take care of people for hygiene, or part-time work, cook or cook Yuesao, allow time trivial wear and tear of youth. However, the money they repatriated renovated the dilapidated old house of their home and smoothed their children's books. Fuyang hometown to Shanghai, although only six hundred miles away, but can not often go home, suffered outside belly wronged only swallow themselves. In addition to making money, the reason they are leaving is more and more far-fetched. Cao Li, proud and outgoing, wanted to explore the outside world and escape from a failed marriage. As far away as she went to Guangdong, she started a small garment factory. However, when business failed, she could only lay down Boss's dignity, returned to Shanghai temporarily wronged, she knew her home is gone, the next stop still do not know where to go, at this stage she was still quietly picked up cleaning appliances, dotted in the dirty corner of health. Cao Li Cao Cao not only know this ability, just dumb Jiu Zi from the scrap car to come up with an old bus, the dumb brouhaha a repair, the car still barely on the road, the dog brother Cao Li to help find it. In order to make more people willing to take the dog's bus to go home, Cao Li said home extremely warm. However, Cao Li himself wondered if the house she was speaking in was not the home, dreaming of it at midnight, occasionally with a gossamer call, but pulling a slight pain. Cao Li is not even sure if she will be able to open the door of her home as much as anyone else seems. How far apart, how long will it begin to miss? A group of the most ordinary people, some of the most humble things. Cold and hustle and bustle of the streets of Shanghai, Jiu Zi's car filled with thirty aunt to go to their home, no mountains and rivers barrier, Zhichizhiyao, aroused, is the most real nostalgia.
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