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As if a ghost had possessed him, he picked up the finely ground umbrella ribs and went to the Yanchun Clinic. The big speaker at the door was playing "Happiness", which made people panic. There was a group of people playing cards in the yard. Seeing Wang Lianlin come in, Li Ande shouted: "Su Shuisheng, your grandpa is here, call grandpa quickly." A teenage boy stood up from the crowd and timidly called Wang Lianlin grandpa. The little boy is a perfect replica of Wang Yong. Wang Lianlin hurriedly dug into his pocket, and the sharp umbrella ribs fell to the ground. He took out two hundred yuan and gave it to Xiao Wangyong, but he was speechless. When he lowered his head to pick up the umbrella rib, he bumped into the little boy's hand. The little boy's hands were so tender and warm that he couldn't recover from the heat for a long time. He didn't hear what the people around him said to him. He didn't bother to pick up the umbrella ribs anymore, he just held on to the little boy. After a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a few "goodbye" sounds.

This collection selects the best prose works in 2013, showing the essence of the year's prose writing.

"Selected Prose Essays in 2015" Every year, tens of millions of new works of various genres emerge in the literary world. There are many shining masterpieces among them. However, the waves of time are endless. If they cannot be screened in time and fixed in the form of books, these works will be easily covered and obliterated by new creations. Looking at the current publishing world, in addition to the craze for long novels, there are quite a few thematic and genre anthologies, but such annual solemn anthologies on a certain literary genre are very rare. This collection selects the best prose works in 2015, showing the essence of the year's prose writing.

Just like he is good at dealing with beautiful girls, my brother Zhu Zhong can also get along well with kind-hearted old men. Yang Chuntian falling in love with my brother is a typical example. Some people say that my brother has big eyebrows, big eyes, a soft heart, and a superficial understanding of people and things. Indeed, as long as he sees them talking well and not foaming at the corners of their mouths, my brother will feel that there is something touching about them. However, my brother's affection for Yang Chuntian is not entirely out of preference. The first time I met Yang Chuntian, it was my mother who took him for an injection. At that time, Yang Chuntian was in his forties and had just adopted Yang Zuxian, the eldest son of Yang Chunwu's family, into his own family.

For a while, as soon as Wei Fangzheng entered the office, he talked about what he had done yesterday, whether he met some important people or drank with some buddies from the department. He drank too much every time he drank. He even described how many times he vomited after drinking, where he vomited, and how he held onto the toilet after vomiting. At that time, Xue Shan had just gone to work, and she didn't understand why this colleague said this to her. It was only after she stayed there many times that she realized that this man was sharing the exciting time that had just passed with her.

You can become addicted to anything you do, such as making movies. To be precise, it is a short film. It happened to be the day before New Year's Day when my friend Mo Bo called me from Beijing. He said, I will take the bus to Taiyuan soon, and we will go to Luliang to shoot a movie together. I was shopping at the time, and the street was noisy, so I didn't take his words seriously, thinking it was just gossip as usual. I remember that a few years ago when we were still in school, Mo Bo was tinkering with some DV short films with a group of people, and even asked me to write a script. Unfortunately, I didn't understand anything, and what I wrote was too clumsy to be filmed. But they still filmed a few. It is said that "Missing: The First Time" and "Claim for Love" were premiered at Zhengda. Zhengda is the name of a video hall where we watched football all night long. The athletes were running back and forth on the screen, but we stared with sleepy eyes, absorbing the passion of others.

When I woke up, the sun filtered in through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, making my nose itchy. I raised my head and took a look. The sky was very clear. After waiting for a long time, the sneeze did not sound, but tears came out. It feels so good to feel wet on your face. He just rubbed his neck, thinking about how to cry bitterly. While I was holding it in, the woman came in. The woman looks like Meng Ruyue and Zhang Jing, but she is much younger. The woman hugged him from behind, not speaking, just kissing. Zhang Pinggui said, let's go to the hotel. The woman said, isn't the office better? Seeing that Zhang Pinggui just stretched his neck and said nothing, he said, the office is convenient, and you said you would accompany me to visit Xintiandi in North America. Zhang Pinggui thought, it would be better for such a woman to give her a credit card and everything would be saved. When he lives to his age, everything becomes easy for him. As long as he doesn't use his brain too much, everything will be fine. Just when the woman was biting his ear, his eyes wandered to his cousin's book again. Somehow, a thought flashed through my mind, as if to say, I can never go back. But the thought was faster than the orgasm, and before he could touch it, the woman had already licked his neck wet.

It turns out that Molly was not what she is now. However, what else can be said? Maybe I should say she is pretty. Beautiful seems to be a vulgar word, but it is so appropriate when used on Molly. In fact, not only is she beautiful, she is also somewhat elegant. When I saw the molly flower, it was standing there, refreshing, real, visible and tangible. It seems that she is the kind of cunning person, really cunning, unlike other women who look dull and stupid like a silly woman. She said that she liked painting, and she also liked a few more perverted painters, such as Picasso and Van Gogh. This was not unusual. At that time, all artistic young people seemed to like to talk about these people. She said she still likes me. This surprised me a bit.