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Ma Yanqing, warden of Blue Mountain Prison, fell to his death! Some speculate that his death was purely for a face. Yes, Ma Yanqing's previous life resume is the cleanest in the world! He was once as pure as a piece of white paper, without even having financial problems worth a hundred bucks. He would chat privately in meetings and small meetings, regard corruption as a scourge, and vowed to fight corruption sworn to death. But less than half a year after he came to power, he was immediately captured by sugar-coated bullets. The Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Procuratorate received evidence that he had accepted huge amounts of bribes. His innocence had been completely lost throughout his life, and he had lost all face. He was probably going to eat "prison meals" as a "prisoner" soon. What was the point of living?

Today is my twentieth birthday, but I can only celebrate it in the car. Principal Fan was drinking with some leaders, and it was almost twelve o'clock. I thought they might go to a sauna or something, and they might not be able to leave until three or four in the morning, so I just waited. I quickly ran to the cake shop on the corner and bought a small cake as big as my palm. I got back in the car and looked at the handsome face in the mirror. I whistled and regretted that I could not become a singer or a male model. He adjusted his facial muscles, said a gentle happy birthday to himself, then made a wish and blew out the candles in one breath. I am Principal Fan's full-time driver. I made three wishes, one of which is to wish Principal Fan good health and an early promotion.

Early in the morning, Liu Wenyan, who was sleeping soundly, received a call from Zhou Quan. Zhou Quan still said in a furious tone: "Can we make an announcement? There is a hotline, and Qiao Lihua can't go there." The TV reporter went out to interview, and everyone in the station said that it was going to be made. Generally, there are two people in a group: one is the interviewer, who holds a microphone and asks questions face to face; the other is the camera reporter, who carries the camera to shoot from far and near. Qiao Lihua is a thoughtful partner, a female reporter who is as sharp as a blade and as warm as a stove. Recently, she cannot run around because of her pregnancy, so she has to look for Liu Wenyan. Liu Wenyan was once Zhou Quan's intern, and now she is a colleague. Zhou Quan likes to come to her for important interviews. "Borrow the equipment and wait for me. I'll come right away!" Liu Wenyan did not hesitate. "Speed! Speed!" Zhou Quan urged.

It wasn't until this moment when he was half-kneeling in front of the hospital bed, staring blankly at his mother's face, and listening to the intermittent moans of the patients that he realized what nurturing grace was. In this sweltering ward late at night, the face that used to be lively, full of kindness, always frightening and preaching to him, was now a foot away, shrouded in great weakness and extreme pain. It was so dusty that no light could be seen, and it was still wrapped in thin white, white, green, green and red medical plastic tubes, with a frown and messy hair. Although she hadn't eaten in eight or nine days, her forehead looked wider than before she got sick. However, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that it was weak, caused by the thinness of her cheeks. It was not plump or full, and was caused by the medical liquid.

My master told me that it is easy to kill an emperor, but it is difficult to make everyone in the world happy! My master also warned that the so-called "Ming" people worship the light, hate evil and evil, and spread good thoughts. Today, they are supported by Zhu Yuanzhang. Although they are called Ming, they were stolen from Han Lin'er, the king of the Ming Dynasty. He usurped the throne to seek power and acted against heaven. He should be punished! My master finally told me that it was better not to kill someone for the sake of selfish revenge, causing chaos in the world, devastation of life, and widespread grief. You know, absolute light will not exist in this world! My junior sister and I said goodbye to our master in tears, packed up our bags and went down the mountain. At that time, lilacs were blooming, and the air was filled with faint fragrance, as melancholy as heartbreaking songs. Junior sister is heading north, and I am heading south.