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Lao He picked me up at the border of Jingbian County. This is the etiquette in northern Shaanxi. Dropping off and picking up people are done at the county boundary. Lao He and I have talked on the phone many times, and there was no sense of strangeness after meeting. But his appearance is completely different from what I imagined. The Lao He on the phone feels rustic and should be wearing a "Mao suit", or a sheepskin jacket, or a "sheep tripe", but the real Lao He is wearing a straight suit, a dazzling red tie, gold-rimmed glasses shining proudly in the sun, and a well-kempt hair style. He does not look like a receptionist in a government department, but very much like a scholar-type boss in the northwest region. After the people from Mizhi County greeted Lao He, they formally said, "We have handed over Lao Wu to you." Lao He adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "Come back." I found that Lao He loves to laugh. When he smiles, Lao He looks amiable.

The novel "Returning to Hometown" is based on the clues of Zhong Ye, a Chinese "post-80s" young woman, and her newlywed husband, French young man Eric, who returned to their ancestral home in Gannan to pay homage to their grandfather Zhong Tanlin's grave, participate in the opening of the "Zhong Ancestral Hall" and the compilation of the "Zhong Family Genealogy". The 11 family letters written by Ye's grandfather Zhong Tanlin are another clue. The two clues are interspersed, showing the earth-shattering stories of the revolutionaries in southern Jiangxi in the 1920s and 1930s, who bravely sacrificed for their ideals and beliefs, as well as the rich folk customs of southern Jiangxi today. The work expresses the different understandings and thoughts of young people from China and France on the Chinese revolution; Eric's uncle and "spiritual godfather" and former East German communist Bohr's knowledge, understanding, admiration and admiration for the spiritual world of Chinese revolutionaries, as well as his thoughts on the painful lessons of Eastern European socialist countries. The novel also shows the spiritual world of different classes in China through the perspectives of other characters.

Li Dachuan, who is of medium build and has no belly, wears a dark brown casual suit on the upper body, a pair of black velvet pants on the lower body, and holds a high-quality yellow cowhide briefcase under his arm. Facing the morning breeze of early autumn in the north, he stands elegantly at the gate of the community, waiting for the car to pick him up for an academic lecture. The community behind Li Dachuan is an old six-story brick-and-concrete community. The windows and balconies of every household are equipped with iron bars. All kinds of unrecognizable junk peek out from the rusty railings. Men and women entering and exiting the community pushed various carts selling breakfast, smiled and greeted everyone they met, turning a community of more than 200 households into a large alley in the early years.

Chen Danian met Lao Qi at a symposium on the topic of collection last year. When the director of the Evening News Supplement who hosted the symposium introduced it to the participants, Chen Danian remembered that Lao Qi was a collector. Who expected to meet him again? Lao Qi said that he was a "rag collector." Chen Danian said, Mr. Qi, you are joking. Lao Qi said that I am really a "rag collector". Chen Danian suddenly looked serious. Chen Danian is not a person who likes to joke, especially if he thinks the joke is not funny, he will be very unhappy and even get particularly angry. Lao Qi, a one-time acquaintance, saw Teacher Chen's unhappy face and quickly explained that I know a friend who collects waste. This friend is not the kind of person who goes to the front line and takes the lead in collecting waste. He should be regarded as a transfer station. There are two district waste collection points in the city and I keep in close contact with this friend.

About the author Wu Xin, male, originally from Ningjin, Shandong. Literary Creation Level 1. Member of China Writers Association. Now Tianjin Writers Association specializes in creative writing. He studied in the third advanced research class of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. He began to publish works in 1983, and has authored four novels including "Tree Rain", "Shadows at Dusk" and "Paradise Mass", a self-selected collection of short stories and short stories "The Promise", and a collection of essays "Habitual Bustling", etc. In addition, he has published dozens of short stories and short stories in literary publications such as "Contemporary", "People's Literature", "Chinese Writers", and "Beijing Literature". The novel has been reprinted many times by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Xinhua Digest", "Appreciation of Masterpieces", "Selected Novellas", "Selected Chinese Literature", etc. The works have been selected into various annual literary anthologies such as "2005 China Annual Novella", "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly", "2006 Short Story Selection", "2007 Novel Monthly Original Edition Collection", etc.

This book tells the story of the ups and downs scientific journey of the Institute of Plasma Physics, Chinese Academy of Sciences over the past 40 years of reform and opening up. After in-depth interviews, the author mastered a large amount of historical data and wrote a touching story of Chinese scientists and engineers in the field of nuclear fusion, who went from "following" and "running alongside" to "leading", gradually pushing China's magnetic confinement nuclear fusion research to the forefront of the world. The language of the work is vivid and lively, the plot is ups and downs, and the characters are vivid and full of character. The answer to the "Tokamak Mystery" is the "Chinese spirit".

The day we went to Mizhi was a cloudy day. But the clouds are not low. On the contrary, the world feels very vast. The only regret is that people have lost their shadows. Without the shadow behind you, your body will feel lighter - I don't know why I suddenly had such an idea. I have been roaming and collecting in northern Shaanxi for more than ten days. Perhaps because of the thickness of this land, I often have some strange thoughts, like birds flying overhead. Those strange thoughts will suddenly fly through my heart, always catching me off guard. Mizhi is a place I have been longing for for a long time. Not only because of the long-lasting temptation of "Aunt Mizhi Suidehan", but also because of the unspeakable entanglement and entanglement. Every day when I was in northern Shaanxi, I would have a premonition in advance, and this premonition was extremely accurate. This is true for Zhidan, and it is also true for Wu Qi and Yanchang. Now I'm going to Mizhi again, and I still feel the same way. I felt my heart beating faster than the speed of the car I was riding in!

Lao Sun is not old, he may be only fifty years old, he may be in his early forties, or he may even be only thirty years old. However, people in the martial arts community insisted on adding the word "" before his last name, so everyone who knew Lao Sun followed the crowd, and everyone called him "Lao Sun" all the way. When Lao Sun first came into the world, he would always be stunned subconsciously when people called him Lao Sun. So many years later, when everyone talked about Lao Sun, they all agreed that there was suspense about Lao Sun's age. They continued to talk about him, and felt that his surname was also very suspicious. It was very likely that Lao Sun was not named "Sun". But discussing all this now will soon be meaningless. For Lao Sun, who is about to disappear, he will appear in everyone's mouth again in the future, just as boring gossip after drinking. With the slim smoke after toasting each other, Lao Sun will also ride on a puff of white smoke, and he will drift away gently in an instant without leaving any trace.

Just a few days after the beginning of winter, there was a knee-deep snowfall. After the snow melted, the temperature dropped a lot. The cold wind kept blowing and never stopped, and the sky was overcast. On some remote dirt roads, you can still see traces of contaminated snow on both sides of the road. The snow blocks have turned black and are piled in the corners, covered with dirty things. In the gloomy sky, there seemed to be a lot of thick gray fog swimming and rolling rapidly. It was impossible to tell whether it was going to snow or strong winds, or whether a more confusing weather was brewing. Anyway, as long as you open your nostrils, you can smell a strange smell in the air. In a huge lock-shaped courtyard covering an area of ​​ten acres, the servants were all looking for the eldest young master Wei Zuotang, following the call of "grandson, grandson" from the critically ill old man Wei.

"Chongqing Love" describes an ups and downs love story that took place in Chongqing, China's wartime capital, during the Anti-Japanese War. Against the backdrop of Chongqing's unique cultural and natural landscapes, a pair of young men and women, after experiencing a series of life hardships and spiritual transformation, finally sang a song of love that moved the heavens and the earth in a tragic way, and at the same time completed a coveted spiritual pursuit. Bashu style. True love. Red swan song.

During my travels in northern Shaanxi, one of the most tortuous things was the journey to Zichang County. Thinking about it now, it still feels like watching a TV series with ups and downs. It seems that the breath in my throat can't be exhaled. It makes me extremely uncomfortable, but this discomfort is mixed with tension and pleasure. Because there was a communication error with the receptionist, the car that took me to Zichang County that morning could not come. I had to stay in Suide for another day, and the car from Yan'an City took me to Zichang the next day. Sitting on the hard bed of Suide Hotel, I suddenly had a sudden idea and decided to go to Zichang alone. This idea came to me because during those days when I was doing interviews in northern Shaanxi, I always felt that I was causing a lot of trouble to the local reception department, and I felt really bad about it. Now I finally had the chance to stop troubling others, so I immediately thought of leaving on my own.

One stormy night, it was already past ten o'clock, and Ye Chunmei called me. When the call got through, she just said, "You're not asleep yet," and then she started crying. The sound of wind and rain accompanied her cries, which scared me so much that I sat up with my hair tangled up in my hair, and the TV remote control fell to the ground. But I soon calmed down, knowing that something good must have happened to her again. Half a year ago, since Ye Chunmei celebrated her forty-sixth birthday, her whole life has become like a detective drama, with ups and downs. For example, when something good happens, she will cry happily twice, and then cry softly; after talking about the unpleasant things, she will become sad and happy again, and the joy will never end.

At that time, I was working in the Provincial Cultural and Historical Affairs Office and had only been working for two years. This is a very leisurely job. I sit at a clean desk drinking tea and reading the newspaper every day, doing nothing all day long. Later, I fell in love with writing novels, and I secretly wrote and wrote when I had nothing to do at work. At that time, I always thought that I was lacking in life. I always wanted to walk around and go to unfamiliar places, such as the countryside, but I had no chance at all. Later, the "Literature and History Office" received the task of compiling three collections of folk works. Lao Xie from the office and I were deployed to the countryside to collect folk tales. I was extremely excited and thought that this was a good opportunity to go deep into life, so I immediately started to prepare and bought a pair of beautiful white sneakers that day. Seeing this, Lao Xie patted me on the shoulder and said, you are still young, you will understand in the future. I asked him what he understood. He said that this job is especially suitable for idle people.

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For a long time, outsiders only knew that Tianjin Guard had three treasures: the Drum Tower Fort and the Lingdang Pavilion. But everyone who has lived in Tianjin Wei for a long time knows that in addition to the three treasures, Tianjin Wei has another treasure - the young master. In the 1930s and 1940s, "Young Master" was a well-known "scenic spot" in Tianjin Wei. In those days, major newspapers and tabloids had news about young men every day. A young man from a large family once said that the city's newspapers should award "honorary awards" to young men. Otherwise, if the young men in the city unite and remain silent, the newspaper office will be closed. Why? No more news. Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it doesn't matter. Tianjin young men love to talk big. The young masters not only like to talk big words, but also like to do big things that show off their faces, and they also have a temper similar to that of a young master. Whoever has a big temper and whose father has a lot of money will be able to cause earth-shattering events.

Su Jianshe didn't have time to think about Lao Zhu's weird behavior. He was just thinking about Doctor Xue now. He knew that he and Doctor Xue would definitely not be friends in the future. The friendship of more than 20 years would definitely end because of a woman. But this woman, Yu Qiong, and the man behind him, Zhou Securities, are so incredible. No matter the contact with them or the introduction from Lao Zhu, they are unpredictable. It is unclear whether what they say and do is true or false. Their behavior is really suspicious! Su Jianshe was circling in the room like a donkey. Thinking of the chaotic trip to Ranzhuang, he thought to himself that maybe there really was a hidden tunnel behind Yu Qiong and his husband, and this tunnel might have been dug by the couple together... Su Jianshe felt chills all over. Just then, his cell phone rang, and the caller ID turned out to be Dr. Xue. Su Jianshe's hand holding the phone was trembling. He couldn't figure out what Dr. Xue would talk to him about, and he couldn't decide whether to answer or not.

She was hurt by her best friend, and now she came back to apologize, determined never to forgive, but she didn't expect that her friend just wanted to get her involved and involve her in a conspiracy that had nothing to do with her.