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Yu Tongyou, male, was born in southern Anhui in 1971 and works for Wanchizhou Daily. The seventh student of the Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Institute of Literature, and a contracted writer in Anhui Province. A number of short and medium-sized novels are scattered in some domestic literary journals. Unexpectedly, just over a year later, I came to Wazhuang again. The agricultural shuttle bus from the county seat made a lot of noise along the way, and finally brought me to the town at dark. A few sparse shops in the town were half-lit with half-dead lights. Two children ran out from across the street, shouting in a dialect that foreigners could not understand. They quickly passed through the dim lights of the street, got into the house, and then swooped out again, much like the bats flying above the town at this moment.

People in Wazhuang remember clearly that it was a late spring evening when Lie Lian first came to Wazhuang. I also remember very clearly that after school that day, Gejingou and I did not go home directly, but ran in the rapeseed field. Although the rapeseed flowers were in decline, because the field was full of this kind of plant, what caught our eyes was still a large golden field. As the breeze blew, rapeseed pollen went straight into our noses, throats and chests. Gejingou and I kept sneezing, making both sides of our noses slightly sore. We ran to the embankment by the river. There was a kind of fruit called yoyoer growing near the river. When ripe, the color was bright red, and the little fingers were as small as human beings, full of honey. After taking a bite of the sugar water, we rushed to see if they were ripe.

Zhang Tielin didn't get on the train until he found his hard sleeper number. He leaned on the quilt and waited until the train started. Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his wife Huang Xiaohui: Take annual leave. No return for two months. Those words spread their wings like birds and flew away from the blue screen of the mobile phone. He turned around and looked at the people in the same carriage around him. They were all burying their heads in pressing their thumbs. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. Text messages are really powerful. At this moment, how many birds must be fluttering and flying through the city, landing on the corresponding mobile phone trees. Huang Xiaohui never replied, which was expected by Zhang Tielin. He had not expected her to reply in the first place. He guessed she had seen the stack of phone bills he had specially placed on her dressing table.

This book is one of the second series of signed writers in Anhui Province and includes the author's short stories and short stories. The author uses plain and capable language to carefully describe social customs, people's moral and ethical concepts, and people's fate and painful changes in the soul during the rural socio-economic changes. He explores the deep connotation of human nature, praises tranquility and clarity, and denounces darkness and ignorance.

This is a long novel that expresses social life in urban and rural areas. The novel tells the story of restless young people in Wazhuang who wandered outside and finally found a career in the city. However, driven by desire, they are lost in power and try to combine capital with power to realize their dreams. Their dream is to save the countryside single-handedly, but little do they know that in the process of saving, they have already committed crimes. They are unable to save rural civilization and even commit suicide. The novel depicts how a group of people, that is, the pioneers from the countryside, entered the city in the past thirty years, and how they both wanted to save but also voluntarily fell. It can be seen from this that the current spiritual dilemma encountered in the process of urbanization in China provides a perspective for thinking.

The main content of "Father Who Goes to Ancient Times" includes the father who went to ancient times; reincarnation; Titanic; the vixen on the ceiling; the warm pit; the other West Lake and Xiaoqing; see you later; the seventieth day; the nose; white snow crows; fighting yellow; Chaimen hears dogs barking; two grandeurs; Old Wei is coming; the man who paints fire; there are poems as evidence; overnight stay; the gray horse in the foggy moon; Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara; sending the sun to Wusha Town.

Get up early in the morning and see the old Huizhou Shidai County (in 1965, for the construction of the Taiping Lake Reservoir, the huge old Shidai County was submerged in the deep lake bottom. It is said that when the lake surface is calm and windless, people dive into the water and can still see strips of rocks. Zheng Helin, the head of Tianfang Tea House on Dafudi Street, felt something was wrong. His right eyelid was twitching violently, as if there was a frog hiding in his eyelid. His left eye twitched and his right eye twitched. He rubbed his eyelids and took another sip of Maofeng tea in the lotus leaf pot. The tea was good, but Zheng Helin felt helpless as he tasted it.

At first, Yu Quanquan didn't take the demolition of Fang Nengwu's family seriously. It would only cost him two extra bucks. He had seen a lot of troubles like this over the years. In the end, he was not allowed to speak. As long as money spoke, the matter would be settled. He didn't expect that what happened next would go like that. Of course, what happened later happened later. Therefore, when he listened to the report from his nephew Yu Jinming, who was in charge of the preliminary engineering work, he said that Fang Nengwu was still the same. This guy was as smelly and hard as the rocks in the latrine. He was definitely going to cause some trouble. I had already expected this. You should do other people's work first, and he was dealt with in advance. In the end, he was the only one left. I don't think he was stubborn yet.

You are involved in many fraud cases. Now, come with us. The policeman said expressionlessly. The police escorted Zhu Zhijun out. Zhu Zhijun desperately turned his head to look at Zhu Liugen, stumbling like a drunken man. Everyone in the exhibition hall was bewildered by this scene. They stared blankly at the police and Zhu Zhijun. It took them a while to react. Some people say, isn't that the young hero Zhu Zhijun? What happened to him being fucked by the police? Someone said, Hey, I saw it from the Internet. Someone reported on the Internet that he used his identity as an earthquake hero to defraud people of hundreds of thousands of money. It seems that this is true.

When Zhang Dongmei hurriedly took the train back to Luocheng from her hometown of Wa County, it was already five o'clock in the evening. The square in front of the train station was crowded with people and cars. Her daughter Wu Lili was working overtime at her workplace and could not come to pick her up. Taxis were not available, and not even the "black-headed cars" that usually hang around passengers like flies stopped. She gritted her teeth, picked up the large woven bag that was more than half her height, and moved step by step to the bus stop.

Just pull the hook and ask Suzuko to stretch out her hand. Pull the hook and hang yourself, and it will not change for a hundred years. The two of us chanted loudly, and the two frogs were probably frightened by us. They kicked their legs and swam to the other side of the pond with a pop. Ming Lingzi and I recited another sentence at the same time: Heavy rain is coming, frog and frog move quickly. Heavy rain is coming. Frog, frog, move quickly...

Yang Liwen did not expect that he would live such a life in Wazhuang. Before returning to Wazhuang, he had imagined many plans on how to spend his boring time in Wazhuang. He thought about catching pheasants in the valley, taking a cold bath in the reservoir behind the village, and even running to the mountains behind the house to look far away. He just did not expect that he would play mahjong in the village. Wazhuang is like other villages. Anyone with a little more hair on their body has gone to work in the city outside the mountains. Only the elderly and children are left, making it almost an empty village. Yang Liwen was impatient. He couldn't imagine that he would sit and play mahjong with those slow old people.