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Zhang Xiaoqi's life changed on a rainy day. Zhang Xiaoqi likes rainy days, which has nothing to do with mood. Although Zhang Xiaoqi is quite satisfied with his current living situation, he is still far from the petty bourgeois sentiment of "holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rainy alley...". After all, it is no wonder that he likes rainy days because he has more income and feels better. The former is easy to understand, as the more people ride on rainy days, the more he earns; while the latter is somewhat meaningful. Rainy days, especially sudden rainy days, often catch pedestrians walking on the street by surprise. The first thing they think of after a brief panic is taxis. However, taxis are in short supply at this time, so they have no choice but to risk their hair and makeup being ruined by the rain and stand on the street waiting eagerly.

Ask him to help coordinate some funds. I saw on TV that Changjun seems to have some connection with the Shaw Education Foundation. This foundation has assisted their district in building several primary schools, and Changjun cut the ribbon. I want Changjun to also help our children in the Cuulai Mountain area. Our children here are in great need of help! Years of renovating dilapidated buildings, which means just painting them over, cannot solve the big problem at all. Last month, a classroom collapsed. If the students hadn't run fast, there would have been big problems. Zheng Hongqi had a hard time speaking at first. His originally fluent Mandarin seemed to have become a river that had lost its source. It was disconnected section by section, and in some places the river bed was even exposed with holes. Later, when the children there were mentioned, they let go.

Li She hurried to the hospital. Her mother-in-law was breathing her last breath. When she saw Li She, she smiled softly and said that it wasn't that she didn't want to go back, but that she was a little worried about you and Congcong! ... Li She's heart was filled with unspeakable regret. His mother-in-law took Li She's hand and handed an old recipe to Li She. Li She looked down and saw that a large piece of the recipe was soaked in blood. The entire recipe was written with calligraphy. The small regular script neatly arranged on the edge of the old yellow mounting paper, which had become fluffed, had a toughness that penetrated the back of the paper as if it were cast from copper and iron. The first page of the recipe is for Snowflake Chicken. Seeing the last thoughts his mother-in-law left for him, Li She couldn't bear it any longer, lowered his head and burst into tears.

At dawn, I crawled out from the high courtyard wall. Laifu and Guangjun locked the gate last night, thinking that they could truly keep me in captivity. They didn't expect that I was very familiar with the courtyard wall of this house. In the past, I had played the game of locking myself up and breaking out out of boredom. Unexpectedly, it came in handy here. It seems that I have always had the idea of ​​​​escape in my subconscious. Like last time, I had no clear destination this time, but what was different from last time was that I had a decisive idea. Baita, the village that had raised me for more than thirty years, now made me feel strange, uneasy, and frightened. I could no longer lie peacefully in her arms.

To be honest, I was not happy when I got the admission notice from the normal school. Before that, my high school entrance examination scores had reached the cutoff of key high schools. I wanted to go to high school and take the college entrance examination. Secondary normal schools are where primary school teachers are trained, but there is no shortage of teachers in primary schools in the city. A large number of graduates have returned to the countryside. Many young teachers in the May 7th Union where I am located are newly assigned normal graduates. Our purpose in taking the exam is to leave the countryside, study for a while and then come back again. This obviously goes against our original intention. But my parents didn't think so at the time. In their view, going to school and eating commercial food was like a carp jumping over the dragon's door. No matter where I worked, I was a city dweller. The identity of a city dweller is a flag. Such a flag cannot be seen in the city, but it is different in the countryside. Wherever it floats, it will make a whirring sound.