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The days spent with my father are the most important memories in my life. The work is documentary literature, recording the two years after his father suffered from Alzheimer's disease. From an old man's initial amnesia to complete dementia day by day; from a healthy old man to a "dementia" who does not know any relatives or remember any past events, it tells the relationship between survival and life in an aging society, the relationship between children and parents, and the destiny and values ​​​​of a generation.

"When My Father Forgot Me: A Secret Farewell" is one of Xue Shu's "Two Parts of Life". She created a long non-fiction work in 2014, which records her father's life after suffering from Alzheimer's disease, from the appearance of early symptoms, to the onset, to the overall decline of intelligence. In five years, with "My Father Forgot Me" as the node, my father has actually completed a complete farewell to his family and relatives on a spiritual level. While recording and describing his father's comprehensive changes in body, temperament and intelligence, the author intersperses memories of childhood, imagination of his father's generation, contemplation of birth, old age, illness and death, as well as the complex and unspeakable love within a Chinese family. The turning point in a person's personal destiny is also a huge change in a family. The author leads us into the current situation of the aging of the entire society from the micro perspective of a daughter and her family.

Silence stood outside the door, holding a large ball of dark fluff in his arms, looking eagerly at me blocking the door, which reminded me of the moment he proposed to me a year ago. As a wife, I tried my best to politely ask my husband: please don't let this cat into the house, okay? Send it back, send it back now! As soon as he said this, the black hair ball in Shen Shen's arms began to squirm, like a pile of shiny black rags that had been wiped off too much and were being rubbed by a pair of invisible hands. I seemed to smell the fishy smell emanating from the rag, and subconsciously reached out to cover my nose. At that moment, two vicious green rays of light suddenly shot out from the black hair, flying silently like two cold daggers, directly piercing my body wearing a silk nightgown.

Everyone in Liuwan town calls him "Kuishou", but no one calls him by his first name. He was walking on the main road lined with elm trees in Liuwan Town with his left hand bent and bowed. Adults and children would shout to him at the top of their lungs: Where can I go with my crutch? Without raising his head, he just muttered: Ni's house in Beihaitou. When he moved the corners of his mouth because of talking, a bunch of tiny wrinkles appeared on Guanshou's fair face. The slightly swollen eyelids under his forehead were slightly raised, and a faint light radiated from his triangular eyes. The people who asked laughed and said: Huang Xiaojun looks very impressive. I don't know how many babies he can bear today. Huang Xiaojun is not the name of the crutcher. The people in Liuwan Town call him Huang Xiaojun. He is the pig man who accompanies the crutcher all day long and relies on him to make a living.

The small town called Liuwan, the old street called "Yinsheng", the narrow streets paved with granite, the Duzi Bridge where the shadow of the setting sun falls into the water, the Chuanyang River that flows continuously for many years, the houses with white walls and black tiles, the courtyards that exude the fragrance of wintersweet and osmanthus, and those who want to live an ordinary life as ideally as possible. In fact, they are just a group of ordinary people with no motto in life and no noble pursuits, but they still have to pursue positions and status, worry about beautiful women, worry about being needed by others or needing others, and find reasonable reasons for an emotion that should not arise but accidentally arises... This is a life that can be called "warmth" to some extent, although it is mixed with many desires.

Ling Zhongsheng hasn't played mahjong for a long time. Ever since his daughter Ling Yifei was admitted to the city's key high school, he began to change his ways. Ling Zhongsheng is a passenger transport driver for a bus company. He drives a bus and has no hobbies. Occasionally after working the morning shift, he will be called up by a group of friends to play mahjong for a long time. He is so excited that he often doesn't even bother to eat dinner, and it lasts until late at night before closing the stall and going home. Ling Zhongsheng rarely loses playing mahjong and gives all the money he wins to his wife. Therefore, under normal circumstances, Ling Zhongsheng's wife Lu Mei will not stop him from going out to "make money."

Director Yao in the 21st century has desires. He likes the feeling of being respected and needed by the residents of Invisible Street, and we usually call this feeling "vanity." He seeks some kind of emotional satisfaction from a woman with whom he has a delicate relationship, which we always call "cheating." A person who has a strong sense of vanity, is emotionally cheating, is unfaithful to his family, and constantly pursues fame and fortune. This person is undoubtedly a "bad person." However, we have to admit that Director Yao is a good person. I even want to say that he is "Ma Tianming", a real, three-dimensional and complete Ma Tianming.

Includes three novels. "Off-road" The off-road vehicles that are entrusted with ideal life will eventually lose their original mission and blend into life. "Anaerobic Bacteria" If you have bad breath, can you kiss me? "Green Finger" can also set up big scams when used as a matchmaking agency.

In recent years, the overall trend of short and medium story creation by local Shanghai writers has been stable with breakthroughs. The creation of short and medium stories in Shanghai has always maintained a relatively stable creative trend because there are a group of writers in Shanghai who have been dedicated to writing short and medium stories. Xue Shu, a female writer born in the 1970s, is one of them. She has always maintained a relatively strong creative power in the creation of short stories and short stories. This book is a collection of Xue Shu's recent novellas, including "Hen Life", "Who Let You Call You "Yenina"", "Crying Song", "Whip", and "Wedding Photos".

Thinking of this, Cheng Jiachuan suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed. He remembered the psychological test he had given Lala when he took the money he earned from chatting for the first time and invited her to eat at a food stall. The result of the test was that she would marry a rich man in the future. Sure enough! Now, he was in debt to the rich man again. Cheng Jiachuan silently marveled at his psychological analysis ability. He could be a famous psychological counselor, absolutely. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt my nose was a little sore. A gust of wind blew, and I felt a sting in my eyes, maybe because of the sand. Cheng Jiachuan stood still and closed his eyes. In an instant, tears burst out from the slits of his closed eyelids.

On the first day of school, Feng Xu discovered that Lin Su's slender eyes that were unique to oriental women had turned into big eyes with double eyelids. He exclaimed with a slightly exaggerated expression, Hey! After a vacation, she turned into a beautiful woman! Lin Su was stunned and smiled coldly, what do you mean? Lin Su's nerves were in a highly sensitive period and she spoke a little hastily because during this holiday, her husband Zhang Xikai was divorcing her. To be precise, it should be a week ago that Zhang Xikai left a divorce agreement, dragged his trolley suitcase, moved out of the home they had lived together for seven years, and separated from Lin Su. Feng Xu didn't seem to know. He looked carefully at Lin Su's face, nodded his fat head, and added, "Well, it's because his eyes have become bigger."

Lao Bing died. No one thought that Lao Bing would die, let alone that Lao Bing died by hanging himself on a clothes drying rack. There was no suicide note. There is an empty wine bottle on the windowsill, white transparent glass, 540 ml capacity, complete trademark, and four words written on the front: Grade B Daqu. This kind of Panda Brand B-grade Daqu produced by the Chinese brewery Shanghai was discontinued as early as the 1990s. It is impossible to verify the year when Lao Bing kept this bottle of wine until now. What is certain is that Lao Bing drank a lot before his death. Lao Bing opened a "Lao Bing Cigarette Store", which is a scene in Lilac Alley. Lao Bing has always been shown sitting on a yellowed wicker chair and smoking with a smile. Lao Bing is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. He is about 170 centimeters straight when stretched out, but he is used to shaping himself into a stooped waiter, which makes him look like a prawn hunched over pretending to be humble.