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About the author: Liu Jiming, born in 1963, graduated from the Chinese Department of Wuhan University. He started writing in the mid-1980s, and is the author of the novels "Bionic Man", "A Promise of a Thousand Dollars", and "Bringing the Chimpanzee Home", as well as collections of short stories and short stories "I Love Mai Niang", "Chinese Labyrinth", "The Awkward Year", "Send You a Gift" "Bunch of Red Flowers and Grass", a collection of ideological essays "My Passionate Era" and a long reportage "Dream Dam", etc. He has won Qu Yuan Literary Award, Hubei Literature Award, "Shanghai Literature" Award, China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Literary Criticism Award and Xu Chi Reportage Award. He is currently the vice chairman of Hubei Provincial Writers Association and a professional writer. The spring of 1983 has arrived. For Shen Futian, who has lived in Beijing for more than 30 years, spring in Beijing is no longer as unbearable as it used to be. Moreover, in another year, he will be sixty years old. Whether it is the natural climate or the social environment, whether it is unpredictable, bad or uncomfortable, he can mostly be calm, take it calmly and be at ease with the situation. When Confucius said, "You will know your destiny at fifty," is this kind of mentality probably referring to?

Button is one year older than Chang Xiao'e. When they were children, they often played house together. Button plays the role of the groom, and Chang Xiao'e plays the bride. Button stole a red scarf from home and put it on Chang Xiao'e's head. He held her hand in a serious manner. As he walked, he reminded Chang Xiao'e in a low voice, "You are crying. Why don't you cry anymore?" In Button's memory, every big girl in the village didn't cry when they got married. But Chang Xiao'e not only didn't cry, she also kept laughing. The friends who followed sang over and over again: Xiao'e, Xiao'e, if you don't cry, just around the corner will be your house; Xiao'e, Xiao'e, if you don't smile, just around the corner, I will be your stove. Chang Xiao'e laughed even harder. There was nothing I could do about the buttons, and I thought to myself, Chang Xiao'e is really stupid. I will never ask her to be my wife when I grow up. Button thought this way, just out of anger.

Is a tea egg worth a thousand yuan? He Yaopo couldn't believe her ears. But this was what Jiang Po told her herself. Yesterday morning, He Yaopo went to the stall at the entrance of the station. As soon as she laid out the coal stove, the iron pot full of stewed soup, tea eggs and various snacks, she noticed that the expression of Jiang Po next to her was a little strange. Her eyes were shining like she had eaten too much ginseng and bird's nests, and her face was full of joy. She would put her head down and giggle a few times, like an old hen that had eaten free food from the house next door. He Yao Po thought that Jiang Po had probably encountered some happy event. Either her daughter, who was doing business in Hanzheng Street, Wuhan, had given birth to a grandson, or Jiang Po had won the lottery she bought.