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Zhaozhao once said that wandering around to make a living is not a good life. I remember that when he said this, the dry dead skin on his lips was stained with saliva and stuck to a cigarette that was about to burn out. He habitually moved his hand downward from his mouth, and his fingers were burned. He yelled softly and spit out the cigarette butt toward the Jiefang truck. The cigarette butt rolled twice on the ground and was stepped on by a passing pedestrian. No one answered his question. He said again, do you want to live like this? He looked at me. I said, think. He smiled. Now that I think about it, that smile should express tolerance, with a slight hint of ridicule. His eyes looked hesitant in the dim light, as if he was thinking about something, or simply worried about something. He touched my head and said, you are still young. This scene comes to mind simply because Sunday is a boring day.

When Li Guanjun returned from his hometown, he not only brought news of great changes in his alma mater, but also news of the divorce of our former common head teacher Fan Yisheng. He described to me the changes in his alma mater and said that I would not believe it now that I was there. That was the place where we studied and lived ten years ago. Except for the Shi'an Canal that flows endlessly in front of the school gate, all traces have long since disappeared. The classroom where we studied, the auditorium where we climbed through the window to play table tennis, the canteen where we had lunch, and where we skipped classes to sleep and play. The groves we played in disappeared one by one in the years after we left, and were replaced by tall and bright teaching buildings, advanced teaching equipment, and a wide and straight cement road extending from the school gate, with shady sycamore trees standing on both sides. Beautiful, Champion Li said, who would have thought that our alma mater would be so beautiful one day?

On the day of the summer solstice in 2003, Zhou Tong took several of his companions to watch the execution of the condemned man. They ate, drank, hurried, caught the train, joked and asked people along the way, and finally found a vast and boundless piece of grassland, far away on the side of the mountain. "My father is not afraid of death." The sun was shining brightly when Zhou Tong said this, his eyes fell into a halo, and the buzzing sound of metal vibrating sounded in his ears. The time for the shooting was coming, but he and his companions were lost in the mountain roads, wheat fields and grasslands. "Let's search separately! Use the whistle as a signal!" In the end, Zhou Tong had to say that he went in one direction by himself, pushed aside the grass and walked forward.

It is true that all living beings are equal, but the willow branches that have just sprouted are swinging proudly in the wind, while the ivy covered with yellow flowers is crawling humbly by the water, which makes people wonder: the emergence of hierarchy is probably something that cannot be helped. It was already cold on a late spring day, and coupled with the cold and elegant atmosphere in the conference room, it was even more chilling. On the circular conference table, there was a cup of green tea in front of everyone, but no one touched it, and everyone looked solemn and breathless. Boss Yu valued the sense of form. This was the most formal meeting since the beginning of the year, so everyone naturally had to show some respect. There are ten thousand volumes of books stored in his belly, and he refuses to bow his head in the grass. Yang Xiyue suddenly said these two words unconsciously, and she quickly held it back - such big words and cruel words, that is, talking behind the back of a sour account, in front of powerful people, even if you are Li Bai.

That day was not a special day, it was just December 27, 2006. 7:55 Am. Two days have passed since Christmas. There is still a plastic Christmas tree with fallen ornaments standing in front of Carrefour in Zhongguancun, but a red banner celebrating New Year's Day has already been hung in front of the Renmin University Publishing House. Between the plastic Christmas tree and the red banners, there is a contradictory and illusory festive atmosphere; but no matter what, this day is still just a most ordinary Tuesday at the end of December. The weather is sunny and windy and cloudy, which is the most common in this season. The temperature is -5℃ to 6℃, not too warm and not too cold, which is perfect for winter. There were not too many pedestrians on the street early in the morning. They armed themselves with layers of various fabrics, and wrapped their bodies airtightly in coats, like bloated fish moving forward in strong winds and fallen leaves.

The weather was nice and sunny that day. It was almost noon and the wind started blowing on the street. This day has passed the best day of the year. As November enters, life begins to become dull and boring. However, the tail of autumn is always surprising. Liu Dong wore a pair of large cotton shoes with rubber soles and walked out of Liu's Vietnam Porcelain Research Institute. The heels of his cotton shoes had a crack and made a kicking sound when he stepped on the cement floor. He just walked to the gate and before he could close the door, he saw Xiao Fei getting out of the car and slamming the door hard. Xiaofei came here specifically to chat with Liu Dong. Liu Dong called him early this morning and told him that he wanted to transfer the institute. He wanted to come over and ask him what was going on. Under the bright sun, the wind was cold. The two of them stood in the cold wind. Liu Dong patted Xiao Fei on the shoulder, hugged his neck very intimately, and pulled him outside.

This broken place is vast, tall, but dry. The large truck bounced like a tractor on the gravel ground, plowing a skeletal road that stretched forward endlessly, crossing the plains and crossing bare mountains. Every time I get out of the car, I feel a little scared, so I force myself to hit the road every time. The sun has set on the top of the western mountain, and the sky is covered with thin, tattered clouds. The air is cold and thin, so thin that one dare not take a deep breath for fear that if one exerts too much force, all the air in front of the mouth and nose will be sucked in at once. At a glance, except for the protruding ridges, there is a bare wilderness, but it always makes people feel that the entire land is piled high, and they can overlook the whole world. That kind of condescending feeling, you can't see the deep ravines with your eyes, but you can feel it in the pores of your body.