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"Forward, forward, forward, our team is facing the sun, stepping on the earth of the motherland..." The military song is loud, and on the wide road, more than a dozen three-wheeled motorcycles are driving like a National Day military parade. The disgraced "motorcycle taxis" of the past "Today, it was dressed in red and colorful, uniform and became a beautiful scenery. Many passers-by stopped to watch, the traffic police were dumbfounded, and even the usually cowhide-stricken city management was stunned at this time, simply at a loss. He sat arrogantly in the lead car, feeling as if he had been liberated in 1949. He was finally proud and ready to take charge. Sitting next to him was Pang Caifeng, whose face was filled with joy but she tried to pretend to be a little shy. Even Xiao Liuzi, who was driving the lead car, had not only envy but also a trace of jealousy on his happy face. It was this feeling that he longed for.

When walking out of the district government office building, Dongfang Jian, the young general manager of the Little Advertising Company, couldn't help but look back at the tall and majestic building. Then he smiled at each other and the deputy general manager Qin Zhongqian who was walking beside him. They each stretched out their right hands and gave it a light blow. This is not only an encouragement to each other, but also a celebration of the victory just achieved. "Dongfang, I believe that this victory will not only bring us a certain market share, but more importantly, it will give us confidence." Qin Zhongqian said with confidence and waved his hand habitually.

This is a full-length masterpiece with strong regional color. The author uses sixty years of life accumulation to meticulously describe the love and old grievances of young men and women in the southern water towns. It highly condenses the historical changes of Dongguan's reform and opening up, including the hard work of starting a business from scratch, and the extravagance of sensuality. Fall; there is both the love of clouds and rain, and the hatred of abandonment and betrayal; there is both the pain of being in the same bed and strange dreams, and the joy of spiritual and physical derailment; pursuit and frustration, dreams and reality, are intricately intertwined, revealing the impact and distortion of the market economy on interpersonal relationships, especially traditional marriage and love relationships.

In the third year of the Xuantong period of the Qing Dynasty, that is, 1911 AD, in the autumn and July of the Xinhai year of the lunar calendar, in an apartment in Tokyo, Japan, two middle-aged overseas Chinese-looking men were sitting opposite each other. In front of them, they each filled a cup of fragrant Mingqian Longjing tea, which filled the room with fragrance. But it could be seen that both of them had solemn expressions and were obviously not in the mood to sip tea and talk. They seemed to be discussing an extremely important matter. The shorter one spoke seriously while opening up a large military map in his hand and pointing to a conspicuous place marked with a red pen on it. "Comrade Cheng Wanli, please see, this is the location of the ancient city. Although the ancient city is small, it is located at the strategic point of the Beijing-Hankou Railway. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Once we master this place, our revolutionary army will conquer the south and the north in the future. This will be an important military source. Many military supplies will rely on the turnover of the ancient city. Its importance is self-evident. Therefore. I am entrusted by Mr. Zhongshan to personally rush to the ancient city and plan the riot in the ancient city. This operation is code-named "Avalanche Operation". Yes, we are going to launch an avalanche-like riot to completely bury the feudal rule of the Qing Dynasty. Comrade Cheng Wanli, if you have any difficulties, just raise them and the organization will definitely try to solve them for you. "

May every year is a time when various artistic performances emerge in endlessly, and listening to a high-level concert is a rare but rare opportunity for those who love art and yearn for a romantic life. As early as two months ago, Huangfu Jinsong learned from the newspaper that the famous pianist Clayderman would hold a solo concert in Beijing. Although Clayderman's artistic attainments have always had mixed reviews, this does not affect Huangfu Jinsong's temptation to experience the charm of music at the scene. What a romantic thing it will be! Unexpectedly, when I talked to Qiu Zhonghui, Qiu Zhonghui had a look of disdain. "I won't go, and I advise you not to go either. What time of day is it now, and you are still doing such outrageous things." The teasing smile on Qiu Zhonghui's face caused some bruises to Huangfu Jinsong. Huangfu Jinsong shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

When Ji Dongliang, the vice principal in charge of teaching at Huiwen Middle School in City A, walked out of the school gate, he unconsciously raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was a quarter to six. Well, not bad, it was just the right time to arrive at Chunjiang Restaurant. He could show his sincerity without waiting too much time. He deliberately did not drive his car today. He felt that if he did so, the target would be too obvious. If someone with knowledge of the matter noticed it, all his efforts would be wasted. Now the whole thing is like an underground party connection. Ji Dongliang couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. There is no way, why is this a particularly sensitive period!

As the captain and forward of the Falcons football team in City A, Zhou Jianan never expected that his inherent life trajectory would be completely disrupted by an insignificant football match. To say it is of no importance is only for Zhou Jian'an's Falcon Football Club, because when the team reached the last round of the league, it could be said that they had no worries about food and clothing. There was no chance of winning the championship, even the top four, and there was no danger of relegation. The only suspense was whether Zhou Jian'an could score at least two goals in the last game, so that he could undisputedly win the title of the league's top scorer.

In the autumn and August of the seventh year of the Ming Dynasty (1627), it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. The capital had been hot all summer, and now the golden breeze was blowing. Liujia Village, close to Xishan Mountain, is a beautiful and secluded place. There is a small lake next to the village. There are no waterside pavilions. There are only a few thatched houses built in twos and threes along the shore. They are simple and simple, and the villagers do not pay too much attention to it. On this day, two fishermen, an old man and a young man, came to the lake. They looked like father and son, more like master and apprentice. In fact, it is not difficult to tell from their conversation and the tone of voice that they used to have a master-servant relationship, but the young master was respectful to the elder as a master.

Zou Shizhen, a professor at the University of Science and Technology in City A, has not only made rich academic achievements, but has also been at the forefront of teaching for many years. He has many doctoral and master's students, and many of his doctoral and master's students have now become subject leaders. On this day, the celebration of Professor Zou Shizhen's 30th anniversary as a teacher was held as scheduled in the auditorium of City A Polytechnic University. Although it was not a holiday and it was not deliberately publicized, celebrities from all walks of life gathered together. The meeting was not only large in scale, but also of high quality. Professor Zou was as famous as a star. In the evening, the lively atmosphere was still not dissipated. A small cocktail party was held at Professor Zou's house. Since most of the participants were close relatives and friends, it added a warm atmosphere.

In the early spring of the 30th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, in the dim sky, a prison car was driving slowly on the official road from Shaanxi to the capital. The prisoner in the car was in his forties and had a thin face. He was Zeng Xian, the deputy censor of the capital who had come to Beijing on his deathbed. The Jinyi guards responsible for the escort were all wearing bright armor, like wolves and tigers - the leader was Huang Jin, the eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch and eunuch in charge of etiquette in the palace. What case shocked the government and the public so much? It turned out that a few months ago, Zeng Ming came to the imperial court and advocated the recovery of the long-abandoned Hetao area, so as to achieve the imperial court's immortal contribution. After receiving the approval of the first assistant Xia Yan, the emperor issued an edict to praise it. Just as they were fighting hard, the situation suddenly changed - the Mongolian cavalry invaded the south.

The moonlight was gentle. Xiao Tingting, secretary to the general manager of Dahua Group, attended her friend Wen Li's birthday party with her colleagues after get off work. At nearly eight o'clock, she suddenly left and rushed back to her home in Taohuayuan Community early. This is a newly developed residential community located at the urban-rural fringe, but it is well-known in the industry for its complete facilities and considerate services. Xiao Tingting fell in love with this place almost at first sight. She bought a small two-bedroom apartment with a bank mortgage, thus bidding farewell to that crowded shared apartment. She planned to live with her parents who still lived in the county for a while. At this time, she was lying on her back in the bathtub filled with water, enjoying the relaxation and pleasure brought to her by the water flow.

As night fell, Zhou Mingyuan, captain of the Criminal Police Corps of City A, and his assistant Lu Yang just walked out of the office building. His cell phone rang. He instinctively sensed that something big must have happened again. Lao Zhou didn't even take a breath today. A vicious case involving the poisoning of a professor from City A's Polytechnic University has just been solved, and the hand-warmth on the file has not subsided. The call came from Captain Li Ting of the Xicheng District Fire Brigade. He said that two days ago, a fire accident occurred in an abandoned warehouse in Shilibao, killing one person. The deceased was a male, about 65 years old. What is strange is that although the condition of the deceased was like that of most martyrs who died in the fire, with a painful expression and a ferocious face, the deceased was lying on his back in the middle of the warehouse without any sign of trying to escape.