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The sky was full of torn cotton wool, howled by the strong wind, and the sky was clear. Ma Donggua glanced at the dog-like domineering sun, and her eyeballs stung as if they had been bitten. After looking forward to it all morning, the sky finally cleared up. Ma Donggua threw her big feet and ran to Li Chen's house, pressed against the door wall and scurried in to look inside. The big black dog inside grabbed hold of the wall and stuck its nose out into Winter Melon's face, causing him to break into a cold sweat. He quickly retreated away and raised his voice and shouted: "Uncle Li, are you up?" After a long while, Li slumped out exhausted. Ma Donggua lowered his voice and called out, "Uncle Li, are you up?" "You donkey, it's raining and cloudy, what are you so worried about?" Li glanced at Ma Donggua in the morning. Ma Donggua said, "It's the same thing." Li Chen glanced at him and said, "You stupid Donggua, tell me what you think."

Wan Sheng, male, born in Shenyang in 1972, is a contracted writer with the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. His works have been published in "Selected Novels", "Mountain Flowers", "Foshan Literature and Art", "Manchu Literature", "Yalu River", "Manzhong", "Liaohe" and other publications, and won the 4th Liaoning Literature Award. One day the horn suddenly came to me. It has been many years since I moved out of Hunhe, and the last time I met him was five years ago. My missing for him during these five years was like a glass of water dissolving and diluting a pill. At the beginning, I always thought about finding opportunities to go back to see him and play a few games of Go with him, but later this thought became less and less. City life is like an invisible noose, binding people tightly. Even if they have time, they just want to stay in bed at home.