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The day Xiao Gen received the admission notice from County No. 1 Middle School was the day the illegal mining farm where his father Lao Gen worked was bombed and closed. The mining field is so important to Xiaoxi Village. Most men work in this mine. Although they only earn four to five hundred yuan a month, these four to five hundred yuan are the capital of a family's livelihood. So when they heard that it was going to be bombed, all the men and women in the village rushed to the mountain early in the morning. The men were talking fiercely about how they wanted to deal with the government, but when they arrived at the scene and saw a large group of officials and police officers approaching menacingly, they became frustrated and dispersed.

Go to Xu Dingming? Somehow, ever since I came back from that resort with him, I haven't wanted to see him again. I felt that the gap between my life and Xu Dingming's life was too great; I even felt that I could no longer accept any of his gifts or "good intentions", including his kind sympathy and compassion for me... However, when I came to the ticket window of Beijing Railway Station, I still hesitated. Although I had thought of several next stops before, and even knew exactly where I should go, it was only when I was about to set off that I discovered that the real next stop may always be difficult for me to determine, or in other words, it is all in the air...

The swallow is gone. Where exactly the swallows went, I still don't know. It was Brother Yanzi who called me to tell me the news. I immediately rushed to Yanzi's home. Her parents were sitting in the dark and small main room, watching me walk in with indifferent faces. I asked Yanzi if she was really gone? But they asked me almost in unison, where is she? It seemed that I had run away with their daughter. Yanzi's brother is more reasonable and knows that it has not been easy for me to love his sister all these years. I was very sad when his sister left. He walked out of the room and said to his parents, "Don't make it difficult for Agui. Yanzi is gone, and Agui is even more anxious than us!" Then he pulled me out of the main room and walked to the shabby kitchen outside. As if he had some secret, he told me, "Go back. If you stay here, they will still say you are not. Don't forget to tell me any news about my sister in the future." He thought his sister would contact me soon.

The day that Xiao Gen received the admission notice from County No. 1 Middle School was the day that the illegal mining farm where his father, Lao Gen, worked was bombed and closed by the county government and the County Public Security Bureau. The mining field is so important to Xiaoxi Village. Most of the men work in this mine. Although they only earn four to five hundred yuan a month, these four to five hundred yuan are the livelihood of the whole family. So when they heard that the mine was going to be blown up, all the men and women in the village rushed to the mountain early in the morning. The men were talking fiercely about how they wanted to fight the government, but when they arrived at the scene and saw a large group of police approaching menacingly, they became discouraged and dispersed; they did not dare to fight against the government. However, the women in the village volunteered to rush to the wellhead, saying that they wanted to blow up the mine together.

Who decides the fate? Beard said, fate is determined by fate, there is nothing to argue about. Whoever has his destiny gets that destiny. There is no point in arguing about it. It is useless not to argue about it. It has been lurking there for a long time and cannot be changed! A beard is equivalent to talking nonsense. Jiang Yanyan couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, but Li Er burst into laughter, and then turned his face sideways and looked out the window, as if he was laughing with someone outside the window. After laughing for a while, he said: I think back then, didn't someone say, "I want to hold the throat of fate"? Beard's face slowly turned pale. That was what Beethoven said. At that time, Husband copied these words from Li Er's notebook into the "List of Famous Quotes" that he bound and carried with him every day. At that time, I was young and naive, young and romantic, I didn't understand life, I didn't understand society... Huzi retorted, a little blushing.

From the moment he registered in the lobby, Yang Pu had a vague feeling that this might be a wrong appointment. Yang Pu saw that the register had already had signatures before him: Liu Daming, Shi Jianping, Wang Yilu, Liu Mei, etc.; In the unit and job column, there were also signatures: Chairman of Gongyangshan Mining Co., Ltd., General Manager of Weida Industrial Co., Ltd., Executive Director of American Far East Sphery Business Co., Ltd., President of Oriental Art Wenda Co., Ltd.... These companies and titles revealed wealth and strength; but to Yang Pu, they seemed to reveal aggressive "personal attacks." Yang Pu wrote "Mashan Mining Co., Ltd." In the unit column, but he wrote nothing in the job column at the back.

When Xiaoyue was seventeen years old, that is, in the early 1990s, she emerged as a beauty and became a beauty that attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people in the mine. She is the third eldest, and her two older sisters are both mediocre. When she was a child, Xiaoyue also had a flat face, a gray and rustic look, and hair like yellow grass. Her family called her Huangmao Sanyatou. Who knew that God had done something to make her change into a beautiful person quietly, as if she had gone to Korea to undergo plastic surgery, with a standard oval face, beautiful eyebrows, bright eyes, tall figure, light steps, showing all the charms of a young girl. The most incredible thing is that her hair, which was originally like yellow grass, turned out to be black, smooth and elegant. Xiaoyue's academic performance was average and she barely passed the technical secondary school entrance examination. After graduation, she worked as a salesperson in the Mining Food Company.

Not many people in the small town have ever paid attention to Zhang Sibao, just like Zhang Sibao has never paid attention to them. Of course, this is all in the past. Now Zhang Sibao is a celebrity in the small town, or at least a prominent figure. The reason is very simple. Zhang Sibao is now rich, lavish, ostentatious, impressive, impressive, awesome and wealthy. When Zhang Sibao returned to the small town, he was riding in a Mercedes-Benz 600. He was accompanied by the beautiful assistant Yang Na, and behind him was the burly bodyguard Guangzi. This situation was an eye-opener for the people of the small town. Zhang Sibao's current identity is the chairman and general manager of a well-known "Emgrand Co., Ltd." In the provincial capital.

Qi Ling sat in a dilapidated and smelly bus. After riding for most of the day, she was already thirsty and hungry. But she couldn't care about it anymore. Her top priority was to get to her hometown Wu County. Yesterday, Qi Ling's father, Mr. Qi, called to tell him that her brother Qi Tianbao had killed someone, and the person he killed was Xiaocui. The two of them went out to work together at a construction site in Wu County two years ago. Old man Qi has a daughter and a son. His daughter Qi Ling went to work in Wu County before graduating from high school. She said she was learning skills in a beauty salon. Later, she heard someone said she was making chickens. Old man Qi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He called his daughter back and gave her a whipping. She refused to admit it. Not only that, she ran away the next day and came to this big city now. He said that he was working in a factory and no longer made chickens.

"Let him bathe in the drops of water from the river Lethe..." - Goethe. Now, I sit quietly in the afternoon sunshine, and the saxophone song "Going Home" by American Kenicki comes from the open window behind me. This melody is so touching and shocking that I have listened to it over and over again, but every time I listen to it, I can feel the power of the melody, which almost tears me to pieces! That melody seems to be telling my experience and telling you - Anna! It allowed me to see again and again the large swaths of sunshine in my hometown that generously sprinkled the earth, the clear streams and simple villages in my hometown. You were running on the green grass, full of youth, light and elegant; your figure reminded me of the beautiful swans dancing in the golden pond; you finally saw me, your eyes were so deep and affectionate; you were waving to me, and what you wanted to say was that you were going home...