The country's most luxurious goods are headed for a nursery school at a neglected department store.I could feel everyone's enthusiasm and look forward to what they would buy somewhere in Sur, and I could tell from the mood around me.Kindergarten children mercilessly buy things that childcare workers can hardly buy, blossoming the smile of store clerks, and improving the income of department stores.

The sound of the bus cutting the wind.Occasionally rocking like a river boat, it feels like a little plaything, and the mansions along the road are rising.

The bus is operated roughly by the driver and shakes slightly and unnaturally with the way the handle is cut.Don't be so nauseous as to make me feel uncomfortable.Ignoring microshocks, enjoying a chat with Carlia, singing a song about life, singing a song from the heart, and being surrounded by happiness that seems to jump into happiness.No, you can say they swallowed me.