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This book is part of a fine collection series by contemporary masters. It collects Yan Yingxiu's latest short and medium stories, including "Adilina by the Waterside", "Sad Spain", "Fang Feixie", etc. It tells the lives of ordinary people, the hardships in life, and the warmth in life. Through other people's stories and warm words, readers can appreciate the different encounters of different people, understand the true meaning of life, and absorb life lessons.

Jonah's doorbell suddenly started singing at 9:27 p. M. The reason why he said such an exact time was because the first moment the doorbell rang, Jonah habitually raised his wrist to check the time. Although we have fully entered the mobile phone era, Jonah still retains the habit of wearing a watch. Of course, this is generally the case for men who are mature, elegant and have a regular life. He threw off his pajamas and grabbed a T-shirt to put on, hoping the ringing would stop. Not sooner or later. Who is looking for him now? Property? I went to open the door anyway. However, it turned out to be - Wei Jinsu. She stood in the doorway with a slight smile. She is not empty-handed, she is holding a basket in her right hand. A common woven basket. She wore a white robe that reached her ankles.

For the fifth time in a week, she was listening to the same music in the same position when he entered. That's right, the same one. Routine questions, expected answers. Everything is business as usual, normal. He could have left, but didn't. Isn't he a bit cumbersome, she thought? It is close to seeing, hearing and asking everything down to the smallest details. The music continues. How long is a piece of music? She was distracted. But at the same time, I suddenly realized that there had been two times during which the music stopped and started again, and it was still the same melody. What I turned on was the single loop mode. The endless loop back and forth. Small beads of sweat arose on her neck under his gentle touch. The slight stickiness conveyed a refreshing coolness, making her feel a burning sensation on his fingertips. He said, so be it. Remember to sleep on your back, and stick to sleeping on your back. Outside the window, there was a sudden loud crashing sound.

The school's three generations of elite teachers were defeated one by one in the new complex social situation. Jiao Yiwei, who was the first to leave school, has passed away. Tian Yuan, a key teacher who had a crush on Jiao Yiwei and obeyed the teacher's instructions to stay at the school and was about to be promoted to professor, also resolutely transferred out of the school in this no longer innocent environment. This incident caused Dongfang Xi, a student who was eager to become the next Tianyuan, to lose his life goal.

What happened that day was so sudden and serious that many years later, whenever He Guoer recalled that scene, goosebumps would immediately appear on her back and her scalp would feel numb. She seemed to see herself again in the summer of 1983, standing there stupidly, her head covered by the hurricane rising from the ground. Li Feifei, who was beside her, broke away from her hand so unexpectedly, like a white light, rushing out of the crowd, rushing towards the youth with endless troubles at a dizzying speed and power. Originally, it was an extremely ordinary day. The bell rang for the second period in the morning. The weather was very good, and the bright sunshine densely penetrated the turbulent recess exercise team. The teacher on duty stood on the high platform and yelled at the classes who were not standing in order. The head teachers followed the team and began to stretch their legs lazily and bend down.

I have had insomnia for seven years and seven months. Over the past seven years and seven months, my husband's sleep quality has gotten better and better day by day, and finally it was so good that it was outrageous. This seems very unfair. We slept on the same night and on the same bed. Why were he and I so incompatible with each other? Why should he never know what it's like to toss and turn? Even if it's just once, even if it's just ten minutes, five minutes? But in fact, I don't have any extravagant expectations at all now. It should be said that it is long gone. One winter night three years ago, while we were watching a talent show, we suddenly received the news that my mother-in-law had passed away. The brother-in-law said that my mother-in-law went to dump coal ash after dinner, but she missed her foot and fell from the persimmon tree into a dry well at the bottom of the slope. Someone threw a broken piece of glass into the well, which unfortunately punctured my mother-in-law's heart and lungs.