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Aiya wakes up very early every day, quietly cleaning or washing dirty clothes while her husband and son are still sleeping. She was free to decide which of these two things to do first. After all, she was a step-by-step and meticulous person, so she discovered a quiet authority in this short morning. In short, she enjoyed this time very much. My younger brother Sanqi came unexpectedly last week. He has been working outside - specifically in which city and what kind of job? Even my family members don't know much about it. Aiya was naturally very happy and left her brother to stay for a few days. Aiya noticed that something was wrong with Sanqi's mood, but couldn't figure out the reason. His skin color and clothes didn't look like he was suffering outside. Her younger brother had been willful and changeable since he was a child, and since they hadn't seen each other for three years, there was a bit of rawness in the intimacy. Thinking of the love between sister and brother, Aiya couldn't say anything else.

After binding to Cao Xinrou's system, I sold myself into the mountains. Bad news: I trafficked myself. Good news: I am bound to the Cao Xinrou system - every time I punish a villain, I will get a sum of money.

Worked by members of the Chinese Writers Association, "Invisible Maimang" depicts a woman setting up a street stall in front of a flower shop, a mentally retarded person buying vegetables on the side of the road, and a stranger standing in the wind and rain... The images of these little people in the city have firmly captured the local atmosphere. Their calculations for survival, shamelessness and other despicable behaviors have also become their shining points, reflecting the tenacious vitality and resilience of the little people, and highlighting the warmth and brightness of human nature. Be illuminated by these characters in time and move forward.

The last person who survived painfully recalled that night: every 10 minutes when the lights went out, one of them died cruelly... Seven classmates woke up one after another. They were either pressing their heads or rubbing their eyes. They were surrounded by silvery gray. This was a big room. It was like they were in a dream, not knowing where they were. There is an embedded round fluorescent lamp above the head, sealed inside the glass, emitting pale light, illuminating the cold darkness around it. Surrounded by stainless steel walls, rectangles protrude like neatly arranged, cold steel drawers in a morgue. There are no windows; there is a red quartz clock hanging on one wall. There is a larger upright rectangle in the corner of the room. It should be a door. It doesn't even have a handle. They seemed to have been imprisoned here and had been unconscious.

The winning work of the 4th China Iron Man Literature Award is a sincere work full of hardships and trials. The author uses poetic and beautiful language and rich emotions to describe the hometown of life and the pursuit of life dreams. The hardships and hardships of life, the pursuit and hope in difficulties, the tenacity and taste in life, all affect the hearts of readers on the emotional level, and they float deep, long and deep in the souls of readers.

Yun Duo felt a tightness in his chest and his breathing became rapid. As soon as Pizuti made a move, he noticed Yun Duo's discomfort, propped up his upper body on his elbows, and peered into her expression. "Is it uncomfortable here?" He stroked Yunduo's naked and hot chest to help her calm down. "Can you not do it..." Yun Duo frowned in his arms and begged softly with his eyelids closed. The storm outside the window almost drowned out her voice. Pizuti was inevitably discouraged, rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He was so horny that he looked like a angry child. He couldn't say anything. Yun Duo has a heart disease and is recovering. But it's not all because of this. Yunduo's mood was unstable tonight, and it was awkward from the beginning.