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This is a small passenger terminal. There are several old and simple red brick bungalows, with mottled promotional slogans remaining on the walls, and several brightly colored fertilizer advertisements painted on them. In front of the bungalow is a parking lot the size of a playground. There are several restaurants, hair salons and grocery stores scattered around the parking lot, as well as many villagers selling mountain products and medicinal materials on the spot. The toilet is behind the restaurant. Xiao Li slipped in, ducked into the innermost pit, looked around, and carefully took out the box in his waist. The box is about the size of two bars of soap, with the words "Coffee Mate" printed on the outside, and is filled with milky white powder. Of course, he knew that the thing in his hand was not a companion.

Jiang Li was sitting in the waiting room, reading a novel written in an exercise book. The name of the novel was "The Other Door". He sat on the third step of the stairs, his feet buried in the sand. The sea facing him is the Gulf of Siam. The water gradually changes from green to blue, spreads out, wraps around the small island in front of him on the left, and turns into blue-black. Fifty nautical miles from the small island is the Pacific Ocean. He has been there more than once. As long as he has a speedboat, he can do it. "Hello", the Thai girl who lives next to him is greeting him. She is squatting next to an iron frame to light a fire and prepare for BBQ. The old German man who lived with her also walked down the stairs, with one foot high and one foot low. The old man held a washbasin in his right hand, raised his left hand and waved it, and said something to him, but he didn't understand.

At 11:30 am on Tuesday, September 12, 2006, I completed the boarding and security check procedures for my flight from Beijing to Greece and started waiting to board the plane. In Beijing in September, the autumn air is crisp and the atmosphere is peaceful. For this Nordic inspection, we started to go through various procedures in the spring of 2005. Due to the difficulty in getting the visa, after many twists and turns, the itinerary was not finalized until September 6, 2006. After arranging the work at hand, I took a car from Taiyuan at 2:00 pm on September 11th and went to Beijing via the Taiyuan-Shijiazhuang Expressway. There were frequent traffic jams along the way due to road construction. Under normal circumstances, the journey only took 5 hours. It took a full 7 and a half hours of walking. It was not until 9:30 pm that I arrived at the Quintiles Hotel where I was staying.

One day in December 1996, when Kangkang passed by the South Island Evening News for the second time, she heard the door creak open. "South Island Evening News" actually does not have a gate, only an old lady watching the cars. In front of Grandma is the bustling street, and behind her are the stairs of the Nandao Municipal Party Committee Building. The "Nandao Evening News" is on the highest seven floors. In this way, Grandma has become a sign of the door. As soon as people outside pass by her, she will shout in the local dialect: Hi, what are you doing? Kangkang appeared amidst the sound of "Mia Mia", and a man picking up a bicycle appeared with her. Grandma talked and gestured to the person picking up the car as if she knew him well. The man looked at Kangkang, then at Grandma, nodded and said: Good girl, good girl. Kangkang thought that they were talking about her beauty, and felt happy.

The first thing lawyer Wu Gou did when he woke up was to look at his watch. It was already eight o'clock. This was a rare thing. He opened his phone and saw several text messages coming in. They were from his assistant Xia Dan. Most of them were court schedules, but two reminded him to pay attention to changes in the weather. He breathed a sigh of relief and took out a shirt from the bedside table and put it on. His wife was in the provincial capital with her daughter and couldn't take care of him. Even when his wife is at home, it is difficult to see him looking leisurely and calm. On the other hand, his assistant Xia Dan often gave him advice on matching clothes. Wu Gou didn't take it seriously either. Of course, you still have to pay attention when you go to court. The shirt in the lawyer's robe is white and the tie is bright red. After several days of haze, it finally cleared up today. The sun jumped into the balcony angrily and danced on the huge monstera leaves. Wu Gou stretched his body on the balcony and looked at the elderly people doing morning exercises downstairs.

That winter, Zhou Rong returned to Jiutai wearing a security uniform. Some people say he looks like a policeman, others say, no, he looks like a firefighter. Zhou Rong said that he was a security guard, similar to the police. Song Xiangsheng also came to Zhou Rong's house and said that he would go to the city with him after the New Year. In a blink of an eye, the New Year was over. Song Xiangsheng carried a baggage and went to Xicheng with Zhou Rong. Zhou Rong arranged Song Xiangsheng to a construction site. That night, when Song Xiangsheng and Zhou Rong were on their way to the construction site, they looked at the neon lights flashing on both sides of the road and heard a song in their ears. He didn't know what the song was called. For some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart. To him, the legendary city seemed far away from him.

The strong wind stirred up "big smoke bubbles", and the flying snowflakes cut into my face like razor blades, which was painful. Vladivostok, a coastal mountain city in Russia, is brightly lit and has a pleasant night view. Manli got off the international bus. The cold wind carried snowflakes and hit her face, making her unable to open her eyes. "Yang Chen! Yang Chen!" She shouted with her eyes closed, trying to use her voice to let the person who picked her up find her. Taking the outbound international bus from Suifenhe, China's border port, directly to Vladivostok, if not for the snowy weather, six hours would be more than enough, but today the bus took eight or nine hours on the road. Five years after graduating from college, Manli still has not found a suitable job.

My country's South China Sea has 820,000 square kilometers of blue water. In addition to mainland China and Taiwan controlling some islands in this sea area, countries such as Vietnam, the Philippines, and Malaysia are still encroaching on the rich natural resources on some islands. The Nansha Islands are at the southernmost tip of the southern border of the motherland. They are an oval-shaped coral reef group with the most islands and the widest distribution among the South China Sea islands. They are located at 3°40′ to 11°55′ north latitude and 109°33′ to 117°50′ east longitude. Starting from Xiongnan Beach in the north, to Zengmu Shoal in the south, to Hailima Beach in the east, and Wan'an Beach in the west, it is more than 500 nautical miles long from north to south and more than 400 nautical miles wide from east to west. The water area is about 820,000 square kilometers, accounting for about two-fifths of the traditional sea area of the South China Sea. It is bordered by Vietnam, Indonesia, Malaysia, Brunei and the Philippines from the west, south and east.

Every early morning, when everything is still basically immersed in darkness, Liu, the sanitation worker, is waving his big broom on the street. At this time, Zhao Xiuzhen would cross the deserted road in front of her door, pass through a forest strewn with garbage, and come to a white wall. Although the wall was a head taller than her, there was a stepping stone under the corner. She clasped her hands on the top of the wall, jumped up, and spread her legs. She was as light and nimble as the broom in Old Liu's hand, and she was riding on the wall. At this time, she would sit upright, look at the twilight sky as if she was victorious, and clap her hands, the dust on her hands falling with the gentle morning breeze. A proud smile flashed across her lips, and then she jumped into the wall.

That afternoon, I came back happily with the newly bought clothes. I happily cut the labels and hung them in the closet. I admired them while hanging them, as if I had already seen myself wearing "them", and my good mood was added with a bit of narcissism. This is an out-and-out happy moment that I don't often see in my life. I can feel the abundance of life juice and feel that being alive is such a happy thing. Beautiful clothes always give me a sunny feeling, shining on my face and my life. I like this shallow happiness. Women's love for life has always been emotional and concrete. A beautiful dress and a sweet word of love can put them in a good mood for several days. This kind of love is more essential and real, unlike men who worry about abstract things.

9 p. M. I hurried to Building 52. My mother said: "Why are you so happy today? You are still humming a song." I was stunned: "Really?" Then I realized that I had been humming "The Magical Jiuzhaigou" by Rong Zhongerjia. I laughed and said, "A cultural project I have been thinking about for many years has finally started, how can I not be happy?" My mother said, "Since you became the urban management director, your temper has gotten worse. You have a dark face all day long, and you always look like you have just finished a quarrel, as if someone owes you money and refuses to pay it back. What kind of good thing is this today that makes you so happy?"

Mother got up before dawn. Even though she tiptoed, even though she lowered her voice, I was still awakened. In fact, I was not awakened. I didn't fall asleep at all, or I didn't sleep deeply. I didn't sleep well all night. I talked to my mother at night until late at night. After I fell asleep, I kept dreaming. I dreamed that I was riding a horse for a long distance. My mother couldn't bear to leave me and held me back. My horse seemed to be humane. It clearly started from Building 52 and went forward and far away, but its final destination was still Building 52. Just like this, in a daze and confusion, my mother got up, and I happened to ride a horse to Building 52 again.

Jiangxi. Guangfeng. Wolongcheng community. 52 Buildings. Room 102. My wife said quite proudly: "Three months, no delay in construction, 100,000 yuan, and within budget. Boss Zhou, could you please take a closer look and see if you can accept it?" The second elder and I looked at it carefully and conscientiously from the living room to the bedroom, from the kitchen to the dining room, from the doors and windows to the balcony, from the walls to the floor, from furniture to electrical appliances, from lamps to tableware... Inside and outside, carefully and conscientiously. The wife continued: "Water, electricity, and TV accounts have been opened. The refrigerator and air conditioner have been adjusted. The electric water heater is available at any time. There is hot water all day long. All the bedding is new, and the tableware in the kitchen is also new."

After immigrating to the United States, she sent her son to the best church high school in San Francisco. The university she designed for her son was Harvard or Stanford. Unexpectedly, the school principal called suddenly and said that her son was suspected of taking drugs and hiding drugs. Will fate kill her dream again? How does their family solve problems in a foreign country? Just after noon, Lucy left the office worriedly as soon as she received the phone call. Her semi-high-heeled leather shoes clicked on the cement floor like a drumbeat, urging her to run downstairs, leave the office building, and rush to the MRT station. The call came from my son's school. To be precise, it was the principal of my son's school who called me personally. This was something that had never happened before. The heavy and serious voice of the principal named George on the phone - she couldn't even remember his last name now - made her heart twist into a clueless mess.

The story begins in the spring of 2003; one Wednesday morning, Awen and I boarded the train bound for Guangzhou from Xifu City where we were. It was completely different from the last time, the carriage was completely empty. I have never encountered this situation when purchasing goods in Guangzhou in the past few years. "SARS" is really a terrible thing, which makes people panic. Suddenly there were a lot less people; we took a seat by the window and sat down face to face. Awen put his bag on the luggage rack, and my bag was next to him. He then put the fruits he brought on the small table, and took out his cigarettes and lighter as usual. I also took out my ladies' cigarettes and put them on the table. I was in a good mood, feeling like a spring breeze.

Because of his father's relationship, Hu Xiaodi was assigned to work at sea after graduation. So, he was in a strange position. On the one hand, there is the delicate relationship with his father, and on the other hand, there is the delicate relationship at the oil well construction site. So he resisted in various ways, and finally something happened... When Hu Xiaodi, a petroleum technical school student, went to sea, he felt like he had edema in his head later, and it felt a bit like the end of his life. Xiaodi had never seen the sea, nor had he been away from his mother at such a long distance. When he thought of his mother, he saw a woman carrying a bamboo basket. At that time, this woman would go to the chemical plant where the explosion occurred almost every day to pick out human brains for her man, the director, to eat. The woman said that human brains are a great supplement, and those who eat human brains have extraordinary brain power.

Mr. Liang personally drove the van and drove seven ladies from the company straight to the seaside. This gender ratio undoubtedly has a natural "ambiguity" flavor - the seven women have been jealous of each other consciously or unconsciously since they got in the car. Originally there was a driver who drove this car, but Liang Yu didn't take him with him. Liang Yu usually drives a car by himself. The two male employees of the company had already gone to the resort to check in, leaving only the female employees and a male driver. If Mr. Liang drives his own car again, he will give up this wonderful feeling to the driver. Mr. Liang's reason is saving - saving a car and saving a person. The female employees were of course happy that the boss was replaced as the driver, and felt that their treatment and status had improved a lot. The only one who was unhappy was the driver, but there was nothing he could do. It takes more than three hours of driving on the highway to get to Silver Fish Beach.

At a quarter past seven in the morning, the haze filled the air, blocking the dawn from outside. In the south-facing window on the third floor of this residential building, Xie Ping and Li Qian were having breakfast in the small restaurant. Because it was too dark outside, the lights were turned on in the house. Beep beep, beep beep... The phone rang with a text message alert. Xie Ping put down his bowl and chopsticks and pulled out a text message: Shakespeare said that love is a kind of sweet pain. It was not until now that I realized the true meaning of this sentence. Although there was no signature on the text message, Xie Ping knew the familiar number was his subordinate, Si Xiaoli, known as Yi Zhihua. Li Qian saw that Xie Ping looked a little unnatural, so she put down her bowl and chopsticks and stopped eating. Who sent the text message? Li Qian asked. Xie Ping said it was the weather forecast. Li Qian said, let me take a look and see if I need to bring an umbrella when I go out later.

I have been very distressed recently, but I am unable to change my life. That day was the 22nd, my 22nd day in this city. The sky was blue and the wind was sunny. As soon as I entered the subway station, I saw a dollar on the ground. When I reached out to pick it up, another hand reached out. We both grabbed it at the same time, refusing to give in. Because I think it is the beginning of good luck, and I need luck so much now. Later, that coin allowed me to find a decent job that could make a living before I was impoverished - a radio column anchor. It is worth mentioning that you may not hear the time of my broadcast. It is between 11 o'clock at night and 4 o'clock in the morning the next day. Now you know why I was able to get this job, because no one applied for it.

After exiting the north gate of Tsinghua Apartment, you are facing the Gangcheng Development Zone Park. There was a light rain last night, and the man-made waterfall rushed through the apartment door like a mighty horse, roaring as people stood up, fell, and stood up again. Climbing up the stairs from the right, the first ladder has 13 steps, the second and third stairs have 5 steps, and the remaining five stairs have 3 steps. Zhu Tiancheng must pass here every morning when he does his morning exercises. Turn left and deviate from the stone path. The path made by people goes deep into the woods. A woman sat under the third tree at the intersection of the stone path and the trail, blowing her nose silently. The discarded toilet paper in front of her was scattered in a pile. If it were pulled up, it would be enough to fill a pile of garbage. Zhu Tiancheng stopped, hesitated for a while, and then walked forward. When he took the third step, it seemed like he could take no more steps. He doesn't believe in superstition, and naturally he doesn't believe in reincarnation. He thought it was a hallucination.

Three days later, a secret meeting was taking place in the Jindu Hotel. A total of twelve people attended the meeting, representing ten powerful organizations. Two of the four major fleets came, one was President Deng of the Northern Fleet, and the other was President Li of the Eastern Fleet. The meeting was chaired by Chairman Jin. Chairman Jin first expressed a warm welcome to the participants, and then said: "The stock market has been on the decline in recent months, just like the yellow plum season in Shanghai, with low air pressure and continuous rain, which makes people worried and uncomfortable. Today I am gathering here with you to discuss how to show off. Hands, let go of the gloom, make the stock market shine again, make investors feel proud, and have a good harvest. The people who came here today are all giants in the stock market, and they can support most of the stock market. You may have known each other for a long time, and maybe you have not met each other but you must have admired each other for a long time. Let me introduce it to you again.

In the center of Shanghai, there is a European architectural style building. On the second and third floor walls, a row of eye-catching and vigorous gold-lettered signs hang: Hongguang Securities Company. The wall screen in the lobby on the ground floor was flashing with red and green light. The market prices were constantly changing. The exponential curve was slithering like a snake, tightly entangled in the excited and anxious mood of the investors. In the big room, the eyes of many big investors were attracted by the trend of the stock code 666. The discussion surrounding the stock made the big room extremely lively. The big investors in the big house room are also divided into two camps: the technical camp and the fundamental camp. The technical school believes that the stock's volume increased today but the stock price fell instead of rising. This may be because the market makers are selling, but they do not rule out the possibility of consolidation.

Wen Xinjie, a Tujia nationality, has published essay collections "Memories in the Light Rain", "Moulin Rouge", "Hometown in a Foreign Country", "Yesterday's Wind Chimes", "Rural Images", and novel collections "Dark Alley" and "Women of the Tang Dynasty". The essay "Bean Sprouts" won awards in Japan, the essay collection "Hometown in Another Country" won the 7th National Minority Literature "Courage Award", and the essay collection "Rural Images" won the 7th Hubei Province "Qu Yuan Literature Award". He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Hubei Yichang Writers Association. Wang Xinya was sweating profusely at the Central Hospital. She had just sent You Hanyong into the operating room when Secretary Kong called. "Xiao Wang, what are you doing?" Wang Xinya thought for a while, "I have a cold. I am in the hospital for infusion."

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. When she was admitted to a state-owned enterprise, she was not accompanied by you every day, nor by a real tiger, but by a tiger in a painting. The tiger monitors every employee, including changes in weight and appearance. Her most precious long hair was also discovered by the tiger. Should she fight or cut her hair? As soon as they reached the river embankment, Baiyin broke free from the rope and ran to the water's edge in a few seconds. It can't run like this. What should I do if it runs like this? I don't want to wash the filter cotton anymore. The filter cotton is fishy and smelly. Isn't it enough to wash it once? I don't dare to walk on that road by the water again. But no matter what I wash, no matter what I am afraid of, silver will still follow the same old path at the speed of lightning. "Silver--" My shout passed through the mist on the riverside, which was covered with water drops.

As soon as this person gets older and reaches menopause, his situation becomes completely different. He Meilan hurriedly wiped her face in front of the mirror, dipped some skin rejuvenation cream in her hand, and was about to apply it on her forehead. When she glanced over, she saw a deep stain on her left cheek. She took a towel and wiped it, but couldn't wipe it off. Then she was convinced that her eyes were all blurry and she couldn't see the spots on her face. It is said that when people reach middle age, they always have endless worries. Seeing that his son Maomao was finally sent to college, her husband couldn't save the trouble. He Meilan sighed as she thought about it, packed up the dishes, picked up her purse, and went out. Husband Xu Huaiyi is hospitalized. In his early fifties, he suffered from heart disease. It's no wonder that Lao Xu has a lot of things to deal with in the factory, and he has been exhausted physically and mentally for many years, so it's not surprising that he got sick.

There is a young tax collector named Guzi at the Chai Street Taxation Bureau. His long hair, a long white silk scarf, and his standard Mandarin are the hallmarks of a poet. Because he loves reading and writing poems, he often takes his girlfriend who helps him print out his poems to the residence of Wang Jin, a friend he calls a "local poet" to discuss poetry. However, his love for poetry did not get everyone's support and understanding. Finally, when the Spring Festival came, he said goodbye to Xicheng with his luggage, chose to travel far alone, and embarked on the road to find the world of poetry.

The novel tells the life story of the reading heroine Yi Fei. A woman strives to be independent and buy a house in the city to establish herself, but in the end she cannot resist the kidnapping of family ties: her brother's girlfriend is pregnant and her mother puts pressure on her. In order to make room for her younger brother, her mother asked Yi Fei to take on too many responsibilities as her sister. She sacrificed many opportunities for her own development. The concept of inequality between men and women is fully demonstrated in the novel, which expresses the author's thinking about family.

This is a novel full of masculine meaning, a play about women. Xiaoxiao, a working woman who came to Shanghai to work hard, is a single mother. She is not divorced in the usual sense, but has planned to raise her children alone from the beginning. Sister Liangzhi, a distant cousin sister-in-law, did not want to stay at home after retirement, so she came to Shanghai to find work as a nanny. She was also considered a trendy person who said "the world is so big, I want to see it". Aunt Yang, the hourly employee of Xiaoxiao's family, should be a native of Shanghai. Will local Shanghainese be a nanny? Sister Liangzhi's daughter-in-law did not officially appear in the article, but she played a behind-the-scenes role in the contest between Sister Liangzhi and her son. Each has its own origin, each has its own contradictions, there are differences and interweavings, there are running-in and collisions. Every facade is glorious. After being combined into a whole, the intricate parts have the charm of a detective novel.

Lao Qi, who was once famous in the social circle, has entered middle age. After his close friend passed away from a serious illness, he still insists on guarding the "Melody" bar alone in downtown Taipei. Having been deeply hurt by a college student, he still feels sad about the love he has been pursuing for most of his life. Xiao Zhong was seduced by his classmate Yao in high school, which gave him his first taste of lust. He and Yao met again in college. Yao was surrounded by his good classmate A Chong and his senior sister Angela. The relationship between the four of them was complicated and ambiguous, seemingly fake but also real. Aaron, who works in a convenience store, silently protects his girlfriend Xiao Min. After saving enough money, the couple plans to open an imported clothing store together. He had been carrying a secret that made him confused and ashamed and refused to face it, until one day he found the owner of the bar opposite lying lying in the shop...

Living in an extremely poor family, Feng Wen is the pillar of the family, and all he can choose is perseverance. Although the girl he likes is charming and beautiful, his impoverished family situation, even though he has countless expectations, cannot make him burst out with the excitement of love, express his feelings directly, and only always fall in love with her secretly. Following the tragedy of her mother becoming seriously ill again, her life seemed to be in a desperate situation. The kind-hearted Accountant Fang extended a helping hand in time and improved his living situation. As a result, the beauty and ugliness of human nature are revealed one by one, and Feng Wen, who is facing the change of destiny, will experience a life lesson. Love is strong and never gives up. Who can judge whether the value of money and feelings is right or wrong? Society has entered a new era, and the concept of human life is re-evaluated. When faced with choices, where should we go?

A novel with realistic themes that describes the unique group of "otakus" and "otakus". The novel constructs the hustle and bustle of life and the hyperactive era, which creates unique urban crowds. "Homeboys" and "homegirls" no longer have the desire to start a family, and they don't even have the passion for love. The reunion of Bian Chengyang and Ding Erya twelve years later is as worthless and meaningless as the first meeting twelve years ago. The work reveals the emotional indifference and numbness of today's urban youth, and is a strong warning.

The work tells the story of the music prodigy Gao Mufu, who grew up from a young man who loved music since childhood to a musical talent. Gao Mufu was a general, but he changed the practice of his ancestors who conquered the world with a sword, and firmly believed in the ancient saying of "Happy to make peace". He fled Hong Kong in 1962, with bare hands and shabby clothes. Under the arrangement of fate, he gradually grew into a musical prodigy spanning the Chinese music circles in Singapore, Hong Kong and Taiwan, and a foundational figure in the symphonicization of Chinese music. The story takes the emotional world of the protagonist as the starting point and is told in simple and simple language, making people linger. Just like Xi Rong's poem: In other people's stories, I shed my own tears. The author Shen Luyang is a member of the Guangdong Provincial Writers Association. His novel "Only Birds Can Understand" won the Guangdong Province 2004 Newcomer Nomination Award. Many of his works have been published in major newspapers and periodicals.

Nine men and women are inextricably linked to the city of Shanghai, about the changes of the times, about cultural traditions, and about the rhapsody of youth in China's first-tier cities. The novel mainly tells the story of Gu Qin's journey from being entangled in depression to embracing real emotions, and tells the story from a first-person perspective of how young people face the past, live in the present, and welcome the future.

This is a story about people and life. As the author said in the inscription: A person's attitude towards life and his perception of life determine the course and destiny of his life. Just like there is no identical leaf in the world, there are as many paths in life as there are people. Everyone's life path may be different. Although it cannot be copied, it can be learned from. I hope that the life of the protagonist Li Daliang in this book can provide you with inspiration and reference.

Zihao, a Ph. D. In Biology, is tired of urban life. In order to escape reality, he mistakenly enters a foggy countryside shrouded in blue mist all year round while collecting specimens in the deep mountains and old forests. Here, Zihao won the respect of Mr. Ge, the elder of Wuxiang, and also gained the love of Qing'er, the most beautiful girl in Wuxiang. Zihao hoped to make a big difference here and kept giving advice to Mr. Ge. Unexpectedly, he fell into the trap of Wuxiang conspirators and fell into a desperate situation. He paid a price of blood and only escaped from Wuxiang after many twists and turns. After Zihao escaped from danger, he realized that his precious years had been wasted by time. A magical realism anti-Peach Blossom Spring novella, full of weird and mysterious colors. The author has published many literary works including the film and literary script "Blue Butterfly".

This is a work that focuses on the life of the elderly. The novel revolves around three families: Xia Meiying, Wan Guozhen, and Qian Lianzhu. The story has twists and turns, which are often unexpected and sometimes expected. It captures the various aspects of urban life just right and describes them vividly. The novel takes "square dance" with popular reading elements as the core of the story, and gives the specialties of Chinese society and the privileges of "Chinese aunts" to the Chinese elderly group to strive to live out different beautiful wishes, reflecting the common people's dream and happiness dream radiated by the "Chinese Dream". The author Liu Xiuying is a member of the Beijing Writers Association and a member of the Hebei Writers Association.

The military officer Qin Yumo decided to come to Changsha to relax due to the double blow of his wife's cheating and abandonment and the sudden relocation of the army. He drank until he was drunk and fell into the scenery. He was taken to the hospital by the nurse Ren Fei'er who passed by. A promising marriage evaporated. Qin Yumo finally stayed in Changsha because of his talents. He unexpectedly met Li Zihan, a girl from Changsha, at a banquet held by his comrades. Li Zihan had an acute surgery and narrowed the distance between them. Just when they were about to get married again, Li Zihan's parents' request for a one-million-dollar bride price turned Qin Yumo's love affair into pieces. Just when Qin Yumo was disgusted with this so-called encounter, his comrades introduced him to the elementary school teacher Fan Mengmeng. Their relationship developed flat and stable. Unexpectedly, his helpless ex-wife Huang Juan called and got a uremia emergency. Qin Yumo had to return, but all this was not recognized by the elementary school teacher's mother. What she needed was a son-in-law who could not distract her daughter. Where should marriage go? The teacher didn't get the answer here. Ren Fei'er seemed to spark sparks when they met again. Li Zihan not only donated money to save Huang Juan, but also tried to get back together. And his ex-wife needed someone to take care of her after surgery. Qin Yumo fell into the difficult choice...

Park Bo, who graduated from a prestigious university, lives in Xin'an City, a bustling metropolis. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is considered a white-collar worker. In order to live a better life and save enough for a down payment to buy a house, he switched jobs from a public hospital to a hospital. Working for the most popular mobile medical company at the moment, I have experienced all kinds of novel and absurd stories, all kinds of imaginable and unexpected pains and joys, experienced the hardships of the world and all kinds of life. However, the down payment for buying a house is still far away. In order to live, for the uncertain future, and to live a decent life, he and his wife Gu Jia, who are living in dire straits, are struggling hard in an era of rapid change, struggling in a metropolis where countless people are flocking to them, struggling unremittingly, persisting in the belief that life will always get better, sticking to the metropolis where housing prices are out of reach and competition is extremely fierce, silently watching for something.

It was already very late at night, and the traffic flow coming and going brought an overwhelming sound that lingered over the city for a long time. No one can say exactly how big this city is or how big its population is. It gives the impression that the city is like an abscess that has burst its skin. The skin is no longer working, allowing the pus and blood to overflow everywhere, flowing eastward and westward, swaying from side to side, drowning the beautiful pastoral scenery around it, and inserting people into the tall buildings that stand in the city like stacked arhats. The land vacated gives way to wider and wider highways and countless overpasses. That night, Luo Changwei stood on the balcony of the 18th floor and smoked one cigarette after another. He tried to let the smoke he exhaled float farther, maybe this could relieve the suffocation that had accumulated in his heart for a long time and could not explain the cause.

Zhu Zhonghe, the boss of Bafang Real Estate Construction Company, walked back and forth anxiously in his general manager's office, like a wild boar trapped in a cage. He regretted not listening to the advice of his wife and daughter and started building three properties at once. Not only did he invest more than 200 million of his own funds into the project, he also mortgaged the land for a loan of 180 million from the bank, and borrowed another 20 million from relatives and friends at an interest rate of 2 cents. What he didn't expect was that since the start of the project, the prices of steel, cement, yellow sand and other raw materials have been rising steadily. Even if the current price of raw materials stops rising, the cost of the entire project will exceed the budget by at least 20%.

In the increasingly impetuous city, we are accustomed to arming ourselves and living alone and stubbornly, unwilling to compromise or give up. We are confused about love, fearful of the unknown, but persistently want to get the answer. When we are in the clouds, we never think about the pain of falling. Once a flip occurs and the world is completely turned upside down, you will realize that the higher you stand, the more painful the fall will be. After the proud daughter of heaven fell from the clouds, she did not sink. She grew up in the headwind, and the ever-changing business war was accompanied by complex emotional entanglements.

This book is a modern urban novel. The protagonist Wei Chongguan was entrusted with an important task by the company by chance and served as the person in charge of important projects, competing with his former leaders. Faced with the unscrupulous tactics, coercion and inducement of his opponents, and the betrayal of his subordinates, he skillfully resolved them one by one with his own resourcefulness. Wei Chongguan and his girlfriend Mu Hongyan were very much in love. They were about to get married, but they preferred to have more troubles. His girlfriend's best friend obstructed her in an almost unreasonable way and made frequent moves; the admiration of the intellectual beauty Liang Mulan he met by chance and his colleague Xiaowen caused misunderstandings several times... In the end, Wei Chongguan found love, and had a good harvest in both career and love.

This book describes Wang Chuhan, a well-behaved and smart mountain village girl. She studied hard and had excellent grades. Later, due to various reasons, she did not have the opportunity to further her studies, and her marriage also went into misunderstandings. She suffered more than ten years of hardships, but she never forgot to pursue her dreams, and finally flew out of purgatory like a phoenix bird.

To the left is the small official's reception room, and next to it is Lao Huang's fruit stall. The junior official has been looking at the gate all his life. When he was young, he stared with round eyes and shouted in a loud voice, which was as scary as a robber. Since losing several teeth, his speech has become a bit leaky, and even the area around the big iron gate is gradually no longer his territory. And Lao Huang's stall witnessed every battle, large and small. Since the establishment of this stall, day after day, and over the years, small battles have been gradually forgotten, and only those few major events that have been talked about repeatedly have finally been passed down by word of mouth and gone down in history. It turns out that there is no difference between the history of a community and the history of the world. No one can tell how many people gathered, how many decks of cards were played, how many spittle stars flew by, and how many sensational good news or scandals were circulated. Some live for a long time, some just disappear; some are always new and have ever-changing versions, and some are quietly and gradually forgotten.

Mr. Ogura, a regular customer of Tsururu Izakaya, is the ugliest man I have ever seen while living in Japan. His pair of mung bean eyes are getting smaller and smaller on the horse's face, with saggy eye bags and sparse hair. A scarlet tongue often comes out of his mouth to lick his dry lips. It's okay to have an ugly face, look at his belt hanging loosely in the middle of his belly, and under his fat folded neck, he has a pair of irresponsible sloping shoulders! Mr. Ogura was very proud earlier, he kicked his feet and walked through the door, always followed by a few freeloading men and women. When entering our store, Mr. Ogura never orders food. As soon as our boss saw him coming in, his eyes lit up and he quickly brought out the most expensive sashimi and the dishes he was most eager to sell. Mr. Ogura ate his food quickly without looking up at those who came with him.

"You can be as rich as your country at your best age" - family ups and downs, struggle in the sea, urban emotions, workplace experience, business war battles, financial investment genesis and business war novels. See how ordinary girls fight in the shopping mall and outwit all the great gods... "When people are in a square circle, they gradually become a square circle. But the sharp horn growing out of the square circle is still unstoppable and grows in the wind." Revealing the real cases of dark horses in the financial circle and the inside stories of top industry games in the past ten years. Mao Dun Literature Award winner Jin Yucheng, economist Wu Xiaobo, and famous drama director Tian Qinxin praised this work. If the road is paved with lotus flowers, blood will only be seen at every step, and it will be a spectacle of flowers blooming in the investment world.

"Paris Kiss" is a novel written by Yasmina based on her life and travel in Paris with her writer husband Milorad Pavich. It tells the story of a four-day trip to Paris between the heroine of the same name as the author and her husband M. The hysterical heroine wanders around the sprawling metropolis, sarcastic about the weirdness of the digital age around her. She was deeply aware that she was at a loss in this era, and she was enveloped in deep anxiety and fear. Because she is in the "bad" city of Paris, she will encounter history, art, and the future, and gain inspiration: the House of Flamel, the Obelisk of the Place de la Concorde, the "Mona Lisa" in the Louvre, the "Lady and the Unicorn" in the Cluny Museum, the New Arc de Triomphe... For her, this trip is a kiss in Paris.

"Eight and a Half" is the first collection of personal novels by the famous translator and publisher Huang Yuning. It includes eight fictional works "Call Transfer", "Three Crossroads", "Water", "You or Plants", "Happiness Within Reach", "Mercury is Busy", "Walking Alone for Thousands of Miles", "Literary Patient" and one non-fiction work "Overseas Relations". The title "Eight and a Half" not only represents the number of works included in this book, but also coincides with the famous director Fellini's masterpiece with the same title. "Eight and a Half Parts" breaks down the living conditions and psychological dilemmas of modern urbanites and reconstructs them into a spectacle of images, which is also the goal pursued by the novel collection "Eight and a Half Parts".

A pair of seemingly smart, awkward men and women meet and get married by fate, but they fail to learn how to get along. The sense of self-protection is so strong that it ignores more good things. If you don't believe in love, when love truly comes, your first choice is to escape. The excellent IQs of the two people have never been used in the right place. In fact, Shen An just wants a sense of security, while Cheng Shaochen just wants to be cared about. They all thought they couldn't get it, so they left, but after becoming strangers, they suddenly discovered that they had once had everything they desired...

This is an urban novel: it tells the story of the protagonist Yin Ziyan, who after eight years of hard work transformed from an intern to a quasi-partner after graduation. But her emotional life is blank - she is waiting for her college sweetheart Zhong Yi to enter her life again. And the persistent pursuer policeman Chen Yu never gave up on her. Just at the annual gathering, there was unexpected news that Zhong Yi was missing. This news dragged Yin Ziyan into a series of cases. In the process of solving the mystery, they began to rethink youth, career, love and struggle. In this process, Yin Ziyan fully demonstrated her professional characteristics as a data analyst. Cleverly and with the help of police officer Chen Yu, Zhong Yi was finally found. In the end, Yin Ziyan made a choice about her emotional belonging based on the thoughts she found along the way.