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Early in the morning, the biological clock automatically woke up Luo Xiaoya from her deep sleep. Because her daughter Wanwan was thinking about the basketball game in the kindergarten, before her mother could tell her to get up, she jumped out of bed when she heard the noise. When Luo Xiaoya was dressing her daughter, the little girl first clamored to wear a skirt. She said that it was a competition and the kindergarten would videotape them. The teacher specifically asked the children to dress nicely. Luo Xiaoya took out a rose-red suspender skirt from the closet. As soon as it was put on her body, she complained that she was afraid that wearing a skirt would affect her speed in shooting the ball. Luo Xiaoya lowered her head and thought, it made sense, so she had to take off her skirt again and put on a pair of lace jeans for her. Considering the teacher's instructions, I put her in a newly bought blue sweater. Pairing jeans with a sky blue sweater looks refreshing, clean and pretty. Girls like to be pretty. When combing their hair, they first say to do it in a braid, but before they get halfway through it, they clamor to change it to a ponytail.

Xiaoan: Born in the 1970s, now lives in Yangquan, Shanxi. She started writing novels in 2002, and some of her short and medium stories were selected by "Selected Novels" and "Selected Short Stories". Last year, the sixth issue of this magazine published her novellas "Xia Liying" and "You Are You, I Am Me". In the afternoon, Ren Xuena had nothing to do, so she went to the reading room to borrow a stack of evening newspapers, spread them out one by one on her desk, and started reading them. She saw a report about a homicide: an out-of-town woman who came to the city on a business trip was killed while walking near the hotel after dinner. There was also a photo of the victim attached to the newspaper. She was a handsome young woman wearing glasses.

Yuan Xiaoyue was doing skin care for a customer. The mobile phone in her trouser pocket was pressed against her thigh, making a buzzing sound. The cell phone buzzed tirelessly for a while, but Yuan Xiaoyue ignored it. Her hands were covered with massage cream. Sometimes she used her elbows, sometimes her palms, and sometimes her fingertips to make circles, tap acupuncture points, and massage the customer's face. The guest fell asleep and snored lightly. The beauty salon has two floors. The first floor is a spacious hall, which is responsible for reception, consultation, skin testing, makeup, manicure and other services. The second floor is the studio. The studio is a grid separated by decorative boards, divided into VIP rooms and ordinary rooms. The VIP room has only one bed and is elegantly decorated with imported wallpaper, crystal chandeliers, and a 32-inch LCD TV hanging on the wall. There is a bathroom in the room.

This is a female emotional novel that narrates a woman's youth, growth experience, and emotional journey. The protagonist Su Ya was born in an ordinary family, and her father favored sons over daughters. It describes urban life in the 1990s, including family ethics, mother-daughter affection, youth friendship, as well as the missed fate of men and women, carrying the scars of love for a lifetime...

"My Xiaolian, except that she doesn't like to talk, she doesn't have any other problems." Xiaolian's mother would say this every time she talked to others about her daughter. When he said this, his tone seemed to be a little regretful, and at the end, he sighed slightly, softly, like fine fluff falling down. If you don't pay attention, you won't notice it. The listeners picked up another flavor. This sentence was actually a disguised form of boasting about the daughter. The daughter had no other problems, she just didn't like to talk. The daughter's family didn't like to talk. From another perspective, she was a good scholar. Others conscientiously comforted Little Lian's mother, "If you don't like to talk, you don't like to talk. It's not a big problem. Those chirping birds are as noisy as the birds on the tree, but they love to talk. Is that worthy of bragging?" After hearing this, Little Lian's mother smiled with relief. Yes, it is good to be eloquent, but being taciturn is not necessarily bad.

The 10th issue of our magazine in 2010 published "Darcissus Blooming" by Xiao An. This piece "Begonia Yin" can be regarded as a companion piece to "Daffodils Bloom". At that time, Haitang and Narcissus were good sisters who loved each other. However, because of the recommendation to go to college, Haitang won the admission quota for Narcissus by relying on her own body. The life trajectories of the two farm girls have changed. After the publication of "Daffodil Blooms", it was picked up by many publications, causing great repercussions and attracting the attention of critics. "Haitang Yin" extracts Haitang, the secondary character in "Darcissus Blooms", to show another life of rural women after entering the city and mainstream society. It seems that Haitang's choice has changed her destiny, but she has not settled down whether it is the management of her marriage or the handling of her secular life. Uneasiness and anxiety should be some kind of labels of this era.

Deep in the Shiwan Mountains in southeastern Guizhou, the mottled city walls of Qingyan Ancient Town are witnessing a thrilling secret battle. This long story is set against the background of the struggle against banditry in the early days of liberation. It uses sharp writing to break through the fog of history and takes readers into the bloody mountains of Guizhou and Guizhou in the 1950s. The work takes the growth trajectory of the bandit fighter Li Weiguo as its warp and the dual narrative of the southwest bandit suppression and anti-special struggle as its weft. It weaves thousands of warps and wefts of human nature into the vigorous epic temperament. Website to read more of my works!

"I said, you will be my kite from now on, and for you, I will always be your kite string throughout my life. If you want to fly, I will support you. When you are tired, I will pull you back." Su Wei'an's eyes were affectionate and firm, and he could vaguely see a vow, which flashed and disappeared unconsciously, sinking deeply into it.

First there was an inexplicable betrayal, and then there was an inexplicable time travel. Qi Yueqi was very heartbroken! Inexplicably, she turned into a non-human thing. Although it didn't matter, but walking in this world and seeing these monsters and beasts dancing around in front of her, she couldn't help but want to complain. "Hey, hey, I'm talking about you guys! Monsters, don't be so monsters when you become a human, okay? Don't you know that I am a face-control voice-controller? It's easy for you to be abducted by me like this!" I saw a monster walking in front of someone, stretched out its devil's claws, and then dragged it with a dangerous smile on its lips: "Before you kidnap others, you'd better come with me first. I seem to remember that there are some unsettled accounts between us..." Pulling up and walking away, someone said she wanted to shout for help! ! ! ! [This book is a bit of a cultivation system, a bit of modernization, not purely ancient! A little sweet and a little obsessed]

This book contains the short and medium-sized novels written by the author in recent years, such as "Xi You Hua Hua", "Forsythia", "Plum Plum" and many other works. The novels mostly use women as the perspective, describing marriage and love, family affection and destiny, as well as the tragedy of their fate that they cannot help but are trapped by the times. There is no lack of warm light of humanity in them.

She was transformed into a female spy by the anti-Japanese organization, and her legendary life began. But no matter how legendary the years are, peeled off piece by piece, they are just the most ordinary joys, sorrows and joys in life. 1 She arrived early, and there were not many diners in the restaurant yet. The waiter put down a pot of tea and hurried downstairs. This restaurant called Dahua Restaurant is located on the bustling Zhengtai Street. It is small in scale but packed with customers. Mr. Qiu mostly chooses secluded places to make appointments with her. This time was an exception. When we last met, she accidentally said that she hadn't eaten fish for a long time. Mr. Qiu immediately promised that next time we would eat fish. Dahua Restaurant has a signature dish called "One Fish, Three Eats", which is a fresh and plump freshwater fish, separated along the spine and divided into three parts.

When I got up early to fold the quilt, Narcissus picked up more than a dozen fallen hairs on the pillow towel, some black and some white. It's white like white silk thread used for embroidery, sparkling and shiny. It's black, but it's not really black. It's as if it has rolled in the soil and is dusty. She sighed softly, balled them up, opened the stove cover, and threw them into the stove. With a "pop" sound, the smell of burnt wool suddenly came out of the stove, and the fever in my hair disappeared. Narcissus couldn't remember when he started to have gray hair. At first, there were only a few sporadic hairs, but gradually, more and more became the norm. From a distance, it looked like a layer of white frost had fallen on his head.

He has been transferred from the city to the county branch. After such a long time, Du Haoran is still obsessed with that evening when he lost his mobile phone. He remembered the situation that day very clearly. Comb it carefully and it will look fresh from front to back. But how did the phone get lost? The incident happened on the way home. He remembered that he first parked the car at a convenience store near the community, and his daughter Yaoyao told him that she wanted to drink vermicelli soup when she went out in the morning. There are no fans at home, so he plans to buy two packs of fans. After getting out of the car, he also received a phone call and someone asked him to have dinner with him in the evening. He had no intention of going out for dinner, so he excused himself on the grounds that his wife was not at home and he had to cook dinner for his daughter. He was telling the truth. Yaoyao was in her third year of high school and was at a critical moment. What's more, besides this reason, there was another thing that disturbed his mood, like a muddy road on a rainy day.

"Twelve Degrees of Love" includes 12 short stories and short stories including Xiao'an's representative novels "Secret Injury", "So What If You Don't Recognize Me", "If You Turn Your Back on Me", "Aunt Donna's Love" and "Tail Ring". Xiao'an's writing has the special delicacy and softness of a female author, with flowing clouds and flowing water, warmth and pleasantness. The love chapters in it are even more amazing and touching.

As an epitome of a woman, Su Ya has endured good or bad feelings of love, family affection, and friendship throughout her life. The whole book is described with exquisite detail and full of emotions. It was officially published in February 2012.

My daughter is sick. Zhao Xiaoqing's daughter was only ten months old. On weekdays, during the period after dinner, I would always lean on the walker and play for a while before going to bed. But today, Zhao Xiaoqing had just put a bowl of fried rice with red pepper in his hand. Before he could take a few bites, the little guy wiped his tears and scratched his face, crying irritably. Zhao Xiaoqing hurriedly threw down the fried rice, carried her daughter from the walker to the bed, took off her daughter's small clothes, put a small pillow on her daughter, stuffed a soft diaper under her bare buttocks, and then covered her with a quilt. After doing all this, Zhao Xiaoqing lay sideways next to her daughter, with one arm around the pillow and the other hand gently patting her daughter through the quilt. He kept saying, "Sleep, sleep, baby, go to sleep..." The little guy finally fell asleep, and Zhao Xiaoqing also took a nap.

Divorce? Wei Yadong's words once again surprised Zhang Xiaoyin. Afterwards, she called Chen Shuiyun. Chen Shuiyun's voice sounded cold and polite on the phone, with a hint of repulsion that perhaps only Zhang Xiaoyin could feel. She understood immediately that Chen Shuiyun didn't want her to ask too many questions, let alone her comfort, especially her comfort. Time is such a wonderful thing. Once, she thought Wei Yadong was the love she missed and the happiness Chen Shuiyun snatched from her. However, time has replaced all of this. Wei Yadong is not "love", let alone "happiness". What Chen Shuiyun had deliberately and painstakingly snatched away from her might just be a ridiculous marriage that had a beginning but no end.

The setting sun refracted into the office through the clean windowpane, and the orange-red halo shone warmly on Cui Ruoshan's face. She read these lines of poetry aloud softly, over and over again, and again, and again. "You are me, I am me, but our pain has always been silent." One drop, two drops of her tears... Fell silently on the back of her hand, and her tears shone in the sunset. She finally shed tears for the first time for the man who had been briefly close to her life.

Xiaoan: Born in the 1970s, now lives in Yangquan, Shanxi Province. He started writing novels in 2002. The short story "The Coffee on the Table Is Cold" has been reprinted by "Selected Short Stories". Every employee of Dongfang Carbide Factory knows Xia Liying, she is a well-known person. Xia Liying is a meter reader in the power distribution room of the smelting workshop. Her main job is to read the electricity meter and report it every hour. You can also do some private work while the person in charge is not paying attention. The so-called private work is knitting sweaters, or taking a nap secretly to relieve fatigue. This is generally the case among female workers in the factory. The supervisor usually turns a blind eye, but when it comes to discipline and rectification, without the need for instructions from above, everyone invariably scratches and scratches like a starched shirt collar. After passing the inspection window, I returned to my original state.

A true record of Leap's thirty-year career as a mental hospital nurse with broad thinking and lots of joy. For most people, the madhouse is a symbol, a word that only comes to mind when people are scolded and ridiculed. Xiao An actually worked there for thirty years, witnessing and recording all kinds of laughter and tears, absurdity and bizarreness in the madhouse. What is rare is that these records are not curious or sensational, but have a warmth of equality for all living beings. The madness of others is a mirror that reflects our own. As Foucault said, madness "reveals the real problem. This book is the words and deeds of a madman written by Xiao An after working in a mental hospital for thirty years. Xiao An's mental hospital has a river covered with cherry blossoms, a small bridge, and a garden. The madmen and nurses live a kindergarten-like life, singing, playing football, quarreling, getting sick, watching movies, falling in love..."

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, that you will never let me down, and that I love you. "The spring breeze is ten miles away, I can't wait to see you more." "Yes, the autumn breeze is not as good as moving to the right when you go out." Nangong Xichen stroked her face, smiled and said, "Lan'er, if I can't come back, can you wait for me?" She nodded heavily, spread her fingers, and swore to the sky: "I, Murong Lan, will live forever, no matter in heaven or on earth, in hell or underworld, I will wait for you, Nangong Xichen, until you come back and marry me." She, the Xuannv recognized by Jiutian, the son of the two main gods, was born extraordinary, but was unexpectedly thrown into another world by her mother to experience. He, the evil palace master, thought that his emotions were over, but at the first sight of her, he recognized her for the rest of his life. "Xiao Lan'er, I love you so much. No matter where you are in the world, I will find you and marry you." "Chen, I love you too. If you show your heart to me, I will accompany you through life and death. I will wait for you."