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About the author: Liu Changqing was born in 1965 in Boketu Town, Yakeshi City, Inner Mongolia. His parents died young, and as the eldest son, he took the place of his deceased father on the railway at the age of fifteen, and later became a train driver. After finally trying to be a decent person, he married his childhood sweetheart, a girl who suddenly suffered from mental illness. I am grateful to my own eyes, which have allowed me to establish a life-hungry iron-blooded alliance with books since the days of comic books; I am also grateful to my unfortunate fate, which left me with profound thoughts on literature after every overdraft of life. As a result, works such as "Meadow Wolf", "Railway Through the Jungle", "Red Thorn", and "Mountain Falcon Golden Feather" were released one after another. Whether climbing the grid or typing on the keyboard, I gradually built my own spiritual paradise and cultural character with the rewards of type. He is currently a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association and a director of the Hulunbuir City Writers Association.

In the early 1980s, interpersonal relationships were far less complicated than they are now. Poking back doors and giving symbolic gifts were not considered bribery in the strict sense, and big things and minor affairs could be handled. At that time, the Binzhou Western Line was still in the steam locomotive era, and the maintenance workshops of the locomotive depot were all made of iron tables and chairs that could not be moved or broken. The day shift arrives at 7:15 and the night shift arrives at 19:15. A 15-minute pre-shift meeting is held to summarize the work of the previous shift: the coal miner failed to refill the locomotive with coal, the ash cleaner failed to remove the ash from the boiler, and the plumber, steam crane driver, and porter worked together. Then arrange the task requirements for the shift and take over at half hour. Mi Yufu, the supervisor on duty, was overtly and covertly cruel to the maintenance workers, and the dispatcher was even more snobbish, especially Xiao Xide, the boiler on duty. He would not hesitate to make things difficult until he became addicted to humiliation.

The times are bad and the world is in a state of ruin. The current "Wang Lao Blan'er" (a common saying used by Northeasterners to refer to people from Henan, Hebei, Shanxi and other Guanli areas) is not the big-tailed maggot who drives a hot blind horse around town and "digs out gold" from one thatched house to another, nor is he the old left-handed Wang Shouxiang who walks all over the street shouting: "Curium pot, curium bowl, curium vat, welding iron basin!" Our ancestors had many Shanxi people who came to Guandong, and their uncles and aunts all spoke in a nonchalant manner, such as "Sun Lao Bian'er" and "Han Lao Bian'er". Whatever their surnames were, they were called "Ha Lao Bian'er"! "The one with the big shoulders -" "Hi!" "The one with the lower waist -" "Hi!" "Ahhhh -" "Hi!" Without chattering, just by shouting, you can't tell that Wang Junqing is an old man from Shanxi. His body is hard and stunned, and his hunched back is like a worn-out anvil.

In the afternoon, Jin Jie was riding a pig in the breeding farm. The pig ran against the barrier and made a big gash in his leg. I asked him: "School is about to start. How are you going to mess around this semester?" He rolled his eyes and said, "Just deal with the mess." He looked like he was serious and serious. This person has too many gangster habits and even more bourgeois stench in him. He never resorts to any means when he does bad things, making it difficult for people to guard against him. For a bad young man like him who has been desperately absorbing venom from the garbage heap of history since he was a child, I really can no longer effectively curb his self-will and depravity, and it is difficult to make a radical transformation of his worldview.

After dark, Zhixin came back. Although he was still burping from wine, he saw Chunmiao's face filled with the joy of victory at a glance. Chunmiao said, can you still do things after being drunk like this? Zhixin happily agreed. Chunmiao said that she would go and move the wooden bed upstairs. Zhixin was a little disappointed, he thought he was going to do that. On second thought, Chun Miao helped him solve a problem today, so it was time to show off. I couldn't help but ask again, what did you do to make this place so refreshing? Chunmiao smiled but didn't answer and just asked, "What do you think?" Zhixin said, could it be prepared for my mother? Chunmiao said, it seems you haven't drunk enough.

[Wang Mian] Wang Mian liked Luo Dai from the first moment he saw her. It doesn't matter what price you pay, and it doesn't matter if you lose your life. In order to let her live again, what if she had to kneel in front of millions of people as an emperor? As long as she lives, he only wants her to live. Even if he blocked all the swords for her, he would just lie in a pool of blood and smile at her and say: "I thought it wouldn't hurt." [Luo Dai] After resurrecting her life, Luo Dai recalled her absurd and short life. She had done many wrong things. She was a real villain. She killed Aunt Hua, killed everyone who cared about her, and became the target of someone who wanted to take advantage of her. All of this was just because of her obsession with Huo Tan. But when she was killed by Huo Tan himself, she was finally freed. "Tan Huo, I don't owe you anything anymore."