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Lan Miaozhi stopped talking and started calling the takeaway number of Tianyuan Restaurant. It was said that the crucian carp and tofu soup there was very authentic. When Lan Miaozhi met me, I never ate any dishes made from crucian carp. Because that day, on the way back from visiting Jingzi, a group of us were tired and hungry, so we found a fish shop on the roadside and ordered a portion of crucian carp tofu soup to fill our stomachs. My teammates all ate with gusto, but I felt that the fish soup had a strong earthy smell, and I couldn't swallow it even with a frown. But today, today's fish soup may have a different taste, right? "The four elements are all empty makeup", this new term has become a pebble thrown into the lake of customers' hearts, and ripples are rippled on the "other side". Lan Miaozhi and I were still having lunch when customers kept pouring in. Regardless of whether they had made an appointment or not, they asked one after another to give us the "Four Elements Makeup" too! This makeup is good, the contours are clear, and the facial features are soft. Freckles, wrinkles, and sagging are not a problem at all.

A ferocious smell of blood filled the air. Mu Zimeng touched his pocket, trying to take out something, but heard a rapid knock on the door. The whole room began to shake, and this time, even Hou Jiaming felt it. Severe pain burst out from the cracks deep in Mu Zimeng's body, and the noisy feeling in her heart rose together. Hou Jiaming came to his senses and jumped into the storage room of her house. The folding door of the storeroom was closed, but not securely. That door had been broken long before Zhou Wenwei was alive. Zhou Wenwei repaired it twice but failed to fix it. Mu Zimeng walked over and pulled the folding door hard. With a "click" sound, the door miraculously closed tightly. It turned out that I had only loosened a screw before, but it never clicked into the correct position when closing the door. Many things are very simple to say simple, and very complicated to say complex. Just like Li Houshen and Hou Jiaming, they are independent individuals and they are related, but there are so many stories between them!

Lin Shuyan adheres to the anatomical spirit of Mr. Lu Xun, and she pays attention to people's mental outlook and psychological state... The narrative is usually from the perspective of women, making some kind of resistance to the patriarchal society and calling for women's rights. However, the anatomical novel writing method does have the blade facing inward. This is also the "other side" of Lin Shuyan's female perspective that is very different from other female writers.

A micro-film shooting team took on a strange project. The female client asked to shoot a living funeral. A group of four people went deep into the villa to take pictures. The coffin, quilt and white flags were all ready. The woman lying in the coffin seemed to have really died. A storm is coming, will this night pass peacefully? Li Mang took his team, the field recorder Zhang Tianli, and the young men Hei Hu and Bing Yong, and took the high-speed train for most of the night. Finally, at dawn, they arrived in the city where Zhou Qingci lived. The train station was newly built, and the wide platform was covered with slightly moist moisture. Li Mang looked up at the sky, and saw a layer of light blue clouds looming over him, as if the morning light had not yet dispersed, and as if a misty rain was about to come. After leaving the train station, when Li Mang was about to take a taxi to the city, he found that Zhang Tianli had fallen behind.

When Wang Xiaoyang came home from the contracted counter, he turned to Han Feng and said, It's been so many years since I came out. My mother died early. When I came out alone, my father was still drinking drunk. I didn't know whether I was dead or alive now. I wanted to go back and see. Han Feng counted, but it was not true. She and Wang Xiaoyang had known each other for almost five years. At the end of each year, others would drag their families and travel back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year, but Wang Xiaoyang seemed to be tied to the counter by a rope. He knew that he was so busy every day that he never thought of going home once. Now that this year has passed and business is slow, it's time to go back and take a look. Han Feng decided to go with him. Wang Xiaoyang refused and said, "You stay at home and guard the counter while I go and come back quickly."