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My father-in-law used to be my director. Our director. Head of the county government office. My father-in-law's name is Wang Zongjie. But after calling him again and again, he somehow ended up being called Wang Shu. Of course, we didn't call "Wang Zongjie" "Wang Zongjie". We dare not and will not. When we call the director, we don't even use the word "", just "director". "Hello, Director." "Thank you for your hard work, Director." "Director, I will give you a report." This is another realm. We feel that the name "Director" sounds more familiar than "Director Wang". If you don't believe me, try it. You call your boss, no matter if he is the director, secretary or section chief, or he is smaller than a louse or whatever. If you remove the surname and call him "Director, Secretary, Section Chief, etc.", It will be much closer than just adding the surname.

To use an old saying: I have met a lot of bastards, but I have never met such a bastard. "Don't touch my face--!" I didn't want to touch her face at all. I just wanted to confirm whether she was a newbie or a regular. But that hysterical sound was clearly from her squatting on top of me and peeing. This was not enough, her spider-legged hands almost wanted to twist the two iron rings into rubber bands. If she hadn't been handcuffed, would she have slapped me without any reason? Even after dumping her, it was even worse for her. I couldn't wait to repay the slap in my imagination, and I managed to hold it back. But my colleague Xiao Wang couldn't hold it back, but he was more charming than me. He was already pulling at his face, but he just wouldn't let the flesh under his skin move.

Anthology of short stories and novellas. The author was born in a rural area and works in county-level news media. In such an environment, most of the materials for his works come from the countryside. Rural daughter-in-laws, rural grassroots cadres, left-behind elderly people, "problem" women who leave the countryside and go to the city to make a living... The manuscript presents a special folk custom, with embarrassing emotional entanglements, and unexpected "little wisdom"... Hentie, whose original name is Sun Jianguo, was born in 1965, and is a national second-level writer (a member of the Hunan Provincial Writers Association and a director of the Changde Writers Association).

In his 40s, Mr. Dong has never been so excited. I was so excited that if I touched it, it would immediately shake for a long time in the laughter of Maitreya Buddha. This is a season that alternates between hot and cold. You have to feel the coolness and warmth of the wind according to your own mood. If you feel cold, it means she is pricking your bones with needles, making your bones ache; if you feel warm, it means she is licking you with her soft tongue, making you sweat all over. Dong Ye felt that he was being licked by a beautiful girl with a smile on his face. This is the morning named "Mid-Autumn Festival" by our ancestors with all kinds of thoughts. Dongye went to the village shop to buy mooncakes as his family ordered.

My dad originally only had one ear that didn't work, and later he became completely deaf. One morning when the sky was burning, my mother slapped me on the left and right, and my dad shook his head left and right. It would be nice if his neck was a bearing. My mother used so much force. After the first slap, my father's head would definitely spin in one direction and my mother would not be able to do it again. Dad was spanked this time just because he sang a few words when he had nothing to do. It wasn't even singing, just humming without any tune. Dad had always liked singing. His voice was quite nice, but at that time it was almost like a male voice. The problem may have been the lyrics he was humming. My dad always sang only pornographic songs where men and women were entangled. Just from that tune, I guessed the lyrics: Lang is a banana stem, sister is a banana leaf; Lang said "ba", and sister said "I wish".