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My earliest interest in Zhejiang No. 1 Normal University was limited to Principal Jing Hengyi and the famous Four King Kongs. At most, I also included cultural celebrities such as Li Shutong and Feng Zikai, as well as those literati who passed by in a hurry. This was actually more consistent with my interests and hobbies. But I soon discovered that the final result of the First Normal University trend was not only to change a principal and drive away a director of education, but more importantly, many graduates of the First Normal University were involved in their lives. Therefore, the new trend of thought is not just a debate about non-filial piety, nor is it as simple as student self-governance and teaching phonetic alphabet. It has an angry side and a bloodshed side, although that was not in 1919 and 1920.

There are six people in the Civilization Office, three men and three women. At work that day, everyone had a cup of tea and a newspaper as usual, and while they were drinking and reading, suddenly a gust of wind blew from outside the door, and the house number hanging above the door was blown off with a "pop". Hearing the noise, the clerk Xiao Ma looked back and saw that the house number had fallen. He deliberately shouted: "It's broken. It's broken. It's not a good sign that the house number fell to the ground. Maybe our unit will be withdrawn." "Superstitious." The fat lady glanced at Xiao Ma. Fat Sister is the director of the Civilization Office. She is in her fifties. People call her Fat Sister because she is fat.

Who would have thought that a goblin could come out of the sullen Zhihua family? This was not said by anyone else, but by Zhihua's mother-in-law, and Zhihua's mother-in-law also said the same thing. With this goblin, every winter, their family would always quarrel over bathing, which really made everyone in the village laugh to death. Zhihua is the head of the family. He has a bath, and his son Xiaojun also has a bath. They all go to the men's bathhouse in the town to bathe. There are only three women in the family. For women, just wash their necks with water. This is how they used to come. But Lingzi disagreed. She thought she was the party secretary and the women's director. The party secretary and the women's director had to go to the county town every year before the Chinese New Year. Only the county town had a special women's bathhouse. But how can people compare with each other, compare with each other, and compare to death. The party secretary's wife is from Shanghai, an educated youth in Shanghai, and the women's director accompanied her. Such a bath can only be taken once a year.

Okay, let me be quiet and think about what happened during this period. I admit that everything that has happened recently has something to do with my curiosity. If it weren't for that curiosity, maybe life would be completely different. But who knows? Before graduating from college, I faced two choices for my job: my teacher recommended me to work as a reporter for a newly revamped metropolitan newspaper, and my father contacted me for an administrative position at one of the three universities. In the end, my choice made my father hate iron: now is the era of mobile Internet, the future of print media is a dead end, and it is better for girls to have more stability. Look, my dad is so fashionable. A doctor in his fifties enjoys playing "Love Crazy" all day long. God knows if there is a little secret in it that makes my mom furious.

The day that Xiao Gen received the admission notice from County No. 1 Middle School was the day that the illegal mining farm where his father, Lao Gen, worked was bombed and closed by the county government and the County Public Security Bureau. The mining field is so important to Xiaoxi Village. Most of the men work in this mine. Although they only earn four to five hundred yuan a month, these four to five hundred yuan are the livelihood of the whole family. So when they heard that the mine was going to be blown up, all the men and women in the village rushed to the mountain early in the morning. The men were talking fiercely about how they wanted to fight the government, but when they arrived at the scene and saw a large group of police approaching menacingly, they became discouraged and dispersed; they did not dare to fight against the government. However, the women in the village volunteered to rush to the wellhead, saying that they wanted to blow up the mine together.

Wang Xiaowen, office secretary of the County Agriculture Bureau, and Liu Chaoqian, chief of the Science and Technology Section of the County Science and Technology Association, are used to rushing to work at work and have the habit of getting up early. They have been working in Lipo Village for seven or eight months. They usually get up at around six o'clock. After getting up, they have nothing to do, so they go for a walk outside the village. Lipo Village is relatively remote from the county and township. There is only a simple road leading to the township government. Since the three-eye bridge over Chestnut Creek has not yet been completed, cars entering and exiting the village have to run on the creek beach for a while. But this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters and fresh air. They walked along the cement canal at the entrance of the village and passed the rice fields in front of the village. Not far away, they saw an almost-completed branch canal winding around the mountain pass. Wu Jincai, the village party secretary, sat alone in front of the newly built branch canal and smoked dry cigarettes silently. The two walked over and greeted Wu Zhishu.

Question: What is insomnia? Answer: Insomnia means being unable to fall asleep at night or being unable to fall asleep after waking up; the feeling of insomnia is being upset. This is the answer from Wang Zhixiang, my high school classmate and attending physician. This is both callous and downright stupid. Because insomnia has no distinction between day and night, being upset is only the primary stage of insomnia. The correct answer should be: I feel listless during the day, my face is pale, and my eye circles are blue; when night comes, I take sleeping pills early, take a hot bath, lie on the bed, first fight with the pillow, and then with the quilt. As soon as I close my eyes, I feel uneasy and full of doubts: Can I fall asleep? Then, try various ways to log in to sleep, counting over and over again, counting up and down - it doesn't work; staring at the dark ceiling and imagining the white clouds in the sky - it doesn't work; focusing on the Buddha and continuously chanting Amitabha silently - it doesn't work; imagining that you have become a butterfly, flying slowly around... In the end, the butterfly is a butterfly, you are still you, you are still insomnia, and you are still the one with insomnia - all in vain!

Dad, tell me, what should I do if someone faints? Take him to the hospital. No, help him up. One day I asked again, Dad, what should I do if someone suddenly faints? Lift him up. No, if someone faints, of course they have to be sent to the hospital. What he meant was to call 120 for emergency help without having to reach out yourself. I started fighting back, targeting the "Giant" he had abused for nearly a year and a half. Several basketball players took turns using it to practice shooting, chasing on the road, and climbing in the wild. It reached the limit and was overloaded. If it was not repaired, it would be scrapped. Why not send it to the hospital for rescue? Why get a new one? What is economic development? It's consumption! The son used what he learned to effectively resolve the problem. If I oppose it, it proves that I am outdated and conservative, in other words, I am conservative.

Who decides the fate? Beard said, fate is determined by fate, there is nothing to argue about. Whoever has his destiny gets that destiny. There is no point in arguing about it. It is useless not to argue about it. It has been lurking there for a long time and cannot be changed! A beard is equivalent to talking nonsense. Jiang Yanyan couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, but Li Er burst into laughter, and then turned his face sideways and looked out the window, as if he was laughing with someone outside the window. After laughing for a while, he said: I think back then, didn't someone say, "I want to hold the throat of fate"? Beard's face slowly turned pale. That was what Beethoven said. At that time, Husband copied these words from Li Er's notebook into the "List of Famous Quotes" that he bound and carried with him every day. At that time, I was young and naive, young and romantic, I didn't understand life, I didn't understand society... Huzi retorted, a little blushing.

It was Xiao Jian who discovered Qu San. That night, the night was dark and the snow was white. As Xiao Jian pushed the pedal up one step at a time, she felt the tarpaulin of the conveyor trembling. The trembling affected the snow on it, causing it to slide down uncontrollably. Little Jane thought to herself that there must be a wild dog inside. So, without hesitation, he picked up a wooden stick tied to the flagpole on the deck and punched the trembling spot twice. In Xiao Jane's mind, the next scene should be like this: a bereaved dog running away with its tail between its legs. Even if this is not the case, there should at least be a howling sound, which is consistent with common sense.

Less than half an hour after I coaxed Li He away, his mother called me. This former superior was still rude in her words, loudly scolding me for being so heartless and unjust and refusing to save me. Even if I didn't miss my childhood friendship with Li He, she should have helped me because of her kindness in knowing me. She listed many examples that I had already vaguely remembered, but I was unmoved. I just wanted to find an opportunity to interject and tell her the real reason why I left the bureau to work as a lawyer. Li He's mother questioned him endlessly, and then she burst into tears, saying that her life was miserable, the old man died early, and her son was so unsatisfactory. Fang Xiao, you don't know, she said, you don't know how many people are sitting in my house now, all with fierce looks on their faces, and some of them holding daggers and steel pipes. What do they want to do, do they want to be rough with my old woman? I said no.

In the spring of 1988, our family of three and our simple furniture were driven by a Jiefang brand car for three hours from a place of more than 60 kilometers to a small gray county town. My mother and I sat in the cab, and my father had to sit on the carriage. In the reversing mirror, I saw my father's hair standing upright in the wind, and his glasses were covered with dust. He didn't even have time to take them off to wipe them, so he just wiped them with the back of his hand, but they were covered again immediately. This makes him look like a clump of dead grass standing on the carriage. But my father is definitely not a dead grass. He is an excellent middle school teacher who was sent to a small county to teach. The place we are about to go to is called Shuangyang County. Since the country resumed the college entrance examination, there has not been a single college student.

The newly appointed acting mayor was entrusted by his teacher's mother to solve the psychological barrier of a teacher who was undergoing an organ transplant rejection. He had a conflict of interest with his boss. Should he do it or not? Can an official's idealism finally defeat secular ideas? A fierce dispute and vicious fight revealed every detail of the officialdom. As the meal came to an end, it started to snow outside. This was the first snowfall this year. Looking out from the window of the elegant room, the sky and the earth are completely white and seamless, with no gaps in sight. In this situation, perhaps someone should send out the prayer "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest". But no, Gu Yuan, secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, said this: Snowy days are reserved for guests, and people are reserved for the sky. Minister Pei, please stay. The person who answered Gu's words was Director Hao of the National People's Congress: Minister Pei, please stay here. It's not safe to travel in the snow. Minister Pei, who was sitting in the guest of honour's seat and was being watched by the whole table, quickly said: No, no, the Standing Committee will be held tomorrow and I have to rush back.

From the waiter to the waitress, we talked about the food of the Republic of China. One of the biggest changes of the times is the transition from waiter to waitress. In this regard, the boss is the most active and the literati is the most sensitive. Traditionally in China, men farmed and women weaved, and men worked outside and women worked inside. Women did not work outside in public, otherwise they would be reduced to prostitution. At that time, some authors wrote articles in newspapers, talking about the so-called waitresses in history. In fact, they were prostitutes, or sexual advances, or singing and dancing. For example, "Poems of Waitresses" in the 11th issue of "Linglong" in 1936 said: "The beginning of a woman's role as a waitress is Zhuo Wenjun, and she is still called a waitress." This Zhuo Wenjun is just a special case, and it was Zhuo Wenjun's deliberate work, so that her grandfather would be ashamed and obediently come up with money to support her and Sima Xiangru, a couple who eloped, to achieve the purpose of "gnawing at the old age".

It's autumn, and the golden poplar leaves are falling one after another. When Zhang Zhongchang came home from get off work, his mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing her son coming back, her mother greeted her: "Er'er is back!" Zhang Zhongchang responded, put his bag on the coffee table, walked over and sat next to his mother, held her hand and said as calmly and slowly as possible: "Mom, my brother is in this city." The mother said "Ah" and almost jumped up from the sofa. His eyes widened and he shouted: "Is your brother here?" Zhang Zhongchang quickly tightened his mother's hand and said, "Don't get excited, it's not good for your heart. My brother is in this city." "He, he, what is he doing? How is your brother doing? Is he okay?" The mother held her son's hand tightly, staring at him and asking eagerly.

When he woke up early in the morning, Liu Dong felt a little tired. Last night, several colleagues had dinner, and Wang Qi told Liu Dong to play a few rounds. Liu Dong drank a few glasses of wine and became more interested. Wang Qi didn't see Liu Dong's inner activities. Seeing that Liu Dong didn't say anything, he thought Liu Dong didn't want to play, so he said, Director Liu, it is his duty as an official to have fun with the people. Liu Dong touched his pocket and said he could play as many rounds as he wanted, but he agreed that I only had one thousand yuan and if I lost all, we would break up. Wang Qi suddenly felt happy when he heard what Liu Dong said. People who like to play mahjong are like this. When three of them are short of one, they will be anxious to death. If someone comes to Song Jiang in time, or if Cao Cao Cao Cao arrives, the people who are looking forward to it will be absolutely filled with joy. Wang Qi said with joy, Director Liu is so considerate of the people, and I will bow down and follow him. Liu Dong smiled and said, "Wang Qi, stop talking so much. If we want to start the war as soon as possible, maybe someone will sympathize with whom."

When Director Zhao called me, I was on the road. A boss for whom I had written a press release insisted on inviting me to his resort for a few days. I said I was not free. I really don't have time, there is a dinner party in the evening. The boss yelled over there, "Reporter Gao, do you look down on people like us?" Also, we are not as literate as you. I burst out laughing, Boss Liu, which pot did you pick up by mistake? Okay, okay, I'm afraid, can you? Go ahead and I'll do the knife. This boss Liu has not studied for a few years, but he is very good at racing ghosts. That press release was the one he bribed people to report, saying that a 1.5-Meter-long fish was caught in the wild lake in Meixiang Resort. Three of us rushed there. The fat chef of the resort was in full swing filleting the fish, heating the pot, and washing the fish. When he saw us, a smile appeared on his fat round face, and he said in a well-trained Cantonese accent that our Meixiang Resort is magical.

Coming up from the well, Niu Shan'er was as distraught as if he had lost his soul. He felt that the kiln clothes were soaked through and felt cold against his body, like a frozen iron plate, chilling to the bone. Is it tiring to sweat like this? No, I was scared. Today he "saw a ghost" down the well, which frightened him out of his mind. As the saying goes, people cannot do harm to their hearts. If they do harm to their hearts, their hearts will fly away, their souls will be scattered, and they will never be picked up again. Today, he has done something wrong, and his heart and soul have been traveling thousands of miles across the sky, never to find a home. In the class today, we were assigned two sets of work, one at Nanbacao, and the other at Nanqicao. Nanba Trough is also known as the "Difficult to Climb Trough". The geological conditions are extremely poor. Not only is the roof broken, but chicken manure and gangue often leak out, and water starts to pour on it, like rain. Nanqicao is going smoothly, even a fool can do beautiful work.

The Spring Festival of 2004 had just passed, and Spring City in Northern China was still shrouded in a festive atmosphere. It was on such a festive day that newspapers and radio stations in Spring City broadcast a missing person notice for several days in a row. From this missing person notice, people in Chuncheng learned that a Japanese woman went missing during the Spring Festival.

Because I was seconded to work at the headquarters during those years, I was fortunate enough to witness with my own eyes how the new airport, a modern high-tech complex, was built from scratch in that desolate and remote area day by day. In October of this year in the golden autumn, the unprecedented grand opening celebration of the new airport finally came to an end in the eyes of everyone. The old airport also officially announced its closure and decommissioning. Civil aviation people thus turned a new page in history. From the initial site selection, project establishment, land acquisition, to project bidding and full-scale construction, to the later completion acceptance, we finally have a modern new airport with reasonable layout, complete functions and complete equipment. I saw almost everyone looking happy, and it was difficult to find a trace of nostalgia and confusion on their faces.

In the Public Security Bureau, the most beautiful person is not a woman, but Guo Daliang, the deputy captain of the criminal police team. He looks like a woman, and his skin is as white as tofu fresh out of the drawer. His waist is also very thin. Someone measured his waist and it turned out to be two feet three. In particular, Guo Daliang's eyes are red and phoenix-shaped, and his eyelashes are like willow leaves. Guo Daliang's hands are also very fair, and his fingers are as long as green onions. There was a piano teacher from the Conservatory of Music who had dinner with Guo Daliang. He watched his hands playing with them for a long time and said that it would be a waste if your hands could not play the piano. People in the bureau called Guo Daliang "Empress" to her face and behind her back. Although Guo Daliang was very annoyed, he could not change the title. Guo Daliang was tired of being like this. What made him angry was that he couldn't change, even though he was a pure man and full of blood. Guo Daliang is very good at handling cases. He handles each case smoothly and neatly, never being sloppy. There is a rumor in the society that Guo Daliang doesn't talk much when trying cases, and if he does talk, he will choke your lungs.

He is not active in any organization, does not hold a position in any authority, and has no ambition other than to understand and help those who might also behave like him. Strauss was not discouraged or hurt by the neglect or hostility he encountered. Remember that we both had a deep respect for Strauss because of these passages, and you had them recorded on your computer. You even said that this is the highest praise and can be used as a motto. Bloom also said, and I can't help but copy it out: Strauss's passion for his work was uninterrupted, serious but full of fun; when he was not thinking, he felt bereft of life... Strauss was not kitsch, but devoted himself to uncompromising sincerity.

Let me tell you, in the yard of my hometown in Shandong, there is an old locust tree, and an old elm tree grows on top of the old locust tree. Every March and April in Yangchun, the elm flowers are in full bloom, and they are as green as emerald trees. You can pop a handful into your mouth, it's sweet and refreshing. It is said that one year a Feng Shui master came to the village and saw this tree and said it was called "Embrace Jade", which was a sign of prosperity for both people and wealth! Therefore, people in the village called this tree "Embrace Jade". Now that I think about it, Mr. Feng Shui's homophonic pronunciation of "Sophora pagoda and elm tree" means he is considered a knowledgeable person. Ever since I was sensible, I have always been full of mystery about this "Embrace Jade".

Chu Yuechun, male, was born in Mouping, Shandong in 1978. Currently serving in the Shandong Provincial Public Security Fire Corps. He is a member of the National Public Security Literary and Art Federation, a member of the Shandong Provincial Writers Association, and a member of the Shandong Provincial Folk Artists Association. He is the author of a collection of prose essays "Spring and Autumn Enlightenment", the novel "Fire Bath", the short stories "Looking for the Little Sister", "Sister Ma Goes to the City", "Old Zhao's Family", the documentary literature "Broken Teeth", etc. For a long time, Wang Xiaotao disliked Wei Jun. In his words, Wei Jun was a mad dog! Don't blame Wang Xiaotao for his bad words, the Guard's style is indeed unacceptable, let alone a recruit like Wang Xiaotao who has just been assigned to the squadron. This is a bit long to talk about.

Ma Xiaoquan was born in Longhui County, Shaoyang City, Hunan Province in 1978. He is a national first-class writer, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, and a student of the 8th Advanced Research Class (Young Writers Class) and the 28th Advanced Research Class (Postgraduate Class) of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Now he is a professional writer of Hunan Provincial Writers Association. His works have been published in "Contemporary", "Harvest", "Tianya", "Flower City", "Furong" and other journals, and have been reprinted in anthologies of various journals. He has published novels "Angry Youth", "Bank Files", "Legends of Wu Di", and a collection of poems "Three Dimensions". He has won the "Contemporary" Literature Award and the Hunan Youth Literature Award. Some works have been translated into English and French. The water of the lake is blue, and the rhododendrons in the back mountain are in full bloom again, flowing with the crimson blood of the girl. I have walked by the lake countless times in the past two years, but this was the first time I came back to the lake - I am always skeptical about being surrounded by water - but she insisted on coming.

The town in the story was called Caoliuyingzi in the early years of the Republic of China. When the Sino-Qing Railway was built, there were only some collapsed adobe houses left there. The "old uncle" (referring to the coolie) who built the railway once lived there. After the railway opened to traffic, there was a station in that place, a Ding Yu-shaped Russian-style house with yellow walls and a dark green iron roof. The webmaster is a black-haired man from the Mediterranean named Yura. There was also a tall White Russian lady who lived with him, with brown hair and a lot of freckles on her face. That small station is also called Eight Stations. It was deserted at first, with only a cargo yard and some seasonal porters. When Zhang Zongchang was guarding Suifenhe, he instituted a smoking ban in order to raise military pay, and started border trade, and Cao Liuyingzi also prospered. There are more people growing tobacco, gold mining, and doing various businesses.

Sometimes, some things happening in the world feel inexplicable, far beyond your normal thinking and beyond your daily imagination. That afternoon, it was a rare good weather in the whole winter. The round sun clung to the sky, making people feel a kind of pleasant panic, always worrying that something would happen around them. Huang Chao and a group of friends were drinking tea in a teahouse next to a busy street. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and a hurried voice came from inside: Director Huang, come here quickly, someone has seen your father! Immediately afterwards, the sound of out-of-breath breathing came clearly from the mobile phone. By the time Huang Chao and a few friends rushed over, there was no one at the foot of Erliang Mountain. Huang Chao's eyelids kept twitching and he felt uneasy. He always felt that something was about to happen.

The first time Zhou Hongxuan and Wu Shuangchen met, they were attracted by roasted sweet potatoes. One early morning in the autumn of that year, a sleepy-eyed Zhou Hongxuan walked onto the street. On the first day of registration at the county science and technology bureau, not to mention not having a place to live, even food had to be taken care of by myself. He spent the night on the sofa in the office last night, tossing and turning in a restless sleep. He finally looked forward to dawn, and his stomach growled with hunger. He didn't know where to look for other breakfast stalls. When he turned a crossroad, the smell of roasted sweet potatoes hit his nostrils. Uncle, do you have any baked sweet potatoes? Zhou Hongxuan asked yawning. What do you look like? An uncle appeared out of nowhere? My daughter-in-law is still being raised at my mother-in-law's house. When I hear you call me that, I feel like half of my life has been in vain.

An ordinary mountain man first wiped out the guard team that defended the village, and then wiped out a group of stickmen (bandits) who came from the mountain. It was reasonable to kill the stickmen (bandits), but it was a bit unexpected to kill the guard team that specialized in beating stickmen (bandits) and protecting the villagers. What's going on? Of course there are flowers in Wang Dechong's Huahong Village. Except for those miscellaneous flowers, the most numerous ones are azalea. The azalea blooms extremely brilliantly, and the flowers are densely packed on the branches. From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the ditch, the mountains are covered with red. It looked like an endless pool of blood. At this time, Wang Dechong was taking his son Niu Niu to plant buds on the half slope south of the village. Wang Dechong was holding a bamboo pole and throwing corn seeds into the small pit dug in advance. His son, Niu Niu, was bending over and picking azaleas on the edge of the field. Niu Niu carefully pulled out the stamens, picked up the petals and stuffed them into his mouth. He likes to eat this kind of food.

Life and death, farewell here. Hou Zi once said to Dayang, when I die, you will be you! You must remember, don't come to see me. Because, you can say it, but I can't. If you are angry, I am not angry at all. Then I would be too embarrassed. At that time, there was no taboo for anyone to say such nonsense, and all he had was youth. When people reach middle age, their hair has turned gray, and they always say in their hearts that it's time to stop. But if it comes to death, Dayang will not admit it even if he is willing to die. After he finished his business that day, a voice shouted from the bottom of his heart: I want to go home! I - want - to go back home! And he set off immediately, it was like a coincidence. When I returned to my hometown, I bought an evening newspaper. When I opened the evening paper, I saw an unusually large obituary. Hou Zi, I have to face your embarrassment.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon when the phone rang suddenly. Deputy District Chief Li Congjun is listening to a work report from Sun Xiaogang, director of the Kunshan District Urban Management Administrative Law Enforcement Bureau. A few weeks ago, several deputies to the Municipal People's Congress jointly submitted a motion at the Municipal People's Congress that "there are clusters of villas at the foot of Kunshan. Scenic spots and historic sites have been destroyed." The municipal government immediately held an office meeting and ordered Kunshan District to demolish all illegal villas within the year and restore the original appearance of the scenic spot. Zhao Xiaokun, the deputy mayor in charge of the urban construction work in Shuicheng City, stood in front of the jagged villas. Faced with countless microphones stretched out by countless reporters, he vowed to issue a military order: Please supervise the citizens of Shuicheng City. By the end of this year, as long as there is still a villa at the foot of Kunshan, I will resign! As soon as Zhao Xiaokun said these words, Li Congjun, who was standing next to him, was frightened into a cold sweat.

The only two brothers in the village were named Song. Unexpectedly, a person with a single surname can be quite popular. The younger brother became the captain and basically controlled the whole village. My brother is a deadbeat, talks nonsense, has no shame, and is also the best in the village. Villagers remember that the younger brother of the Song family came first. He was so poor that he could not beg for food. He stretched out his hand to ask for a drink of water, but his face was filled with tears. When he asked him a question, he burst into tears and talked while crying. I didn't understand most of what he said with a foreign accent. He cried so hard that he passed out and had to pinch someone and carry him to the temple. There was a letter of introduction in his arms, which was issued by the Songzhuang Brigade of Mochi Commune in Lin County. In addition to proving his surname, it also proved that he was a poor and lower-middle peasant who had left his hometown because of a disaster. It was easy to deal with this, and the brigade took him in. His name is Fuyan, he is twenty-five or six, literate and very motivated. He did whatever he was asked to do, and he did a few difficult things, and everyone felt it was fair.

There is a disease called spiritual death syndrome. I heard that all the people who suffered from this disease died, and now there is only one flower left. It was one summer morning when the flowers became seriously ill. On this day, Hua Hua had short hair and was leaning against the bathroom door with eyes wide open. She had just finished her morning pee, and the skirt of her nightgown was tucked into her pants, revealing her thin, pale long legs. The thorns are hunched over and pulling the saw. Thorns has a young body and strong biceps. He looks exactly the same as the healthy Thorns three years ago. Flowers didn't know when Thorns got up from bed. Flowers and Thorns didn't sleep on the same bed. Ever since Thorns had a car accident and lost her memory, the first thing that Thorns did after waking up every day was to sit firmly on the horse and keep busy between the planer and her head.

While writing the article on Monday morning, Gong Xun received three text messages in a row, one from Kang Jianye, one from the newspaper's Zheng Xiaorui, and one from Chen Shuai. Kang Jianye said nothing, only that he would give her a QQ number, 603354280, with a password of 9820506 and 803345618 for him. Zheng Xiaorui sent a text message to inform Gong Xunzhi that there would be a meeting with the society on Friday. Chen Shuai's text message asked her if she knew a woman whose phone number was 3050226. Gong Xunzhi first glanced through these three text messages in a hurry, because these three text messages almost came one after another within tens of seconds. After browsing, Gong Xunzhi set his sights on Kang Jianye's text messages. Kang Jianye's text messages did not attract Gong Xunzhi's attention at first, but when Gong Xunzhi browsed them for the second time, he saw something interesting.

They were following me, and I knew they were there, never leaving. I kept running, not daring to stop for a moment, even if I was out of breath. But I didn't know where to run at all, because when they brought me, the little Wuling that was about to fall apart had all the windows tightly covered. I don't dare to walk on the highway, or even on the trails. How can I outrun car wheels and motorcycle wheels on my two legs? So I chose to run in a direction with more trees, rocks, and hills, so that even if they caught up, it would take more time. Let those sons of bitches be as tired as dogs, I thought with malice in my heart. I understand very well, they must have discovered it now, and they must have set out to chase me.

In the 1930s, two gambling methods were popular in Guandong casinos. One is smooth gambling, gambling on money, gambling houses, gambling places, spending huge amounts of money, this is a big gamble, a big gamble. However, there is another way of gambling. If you have no wealth, no money, no land, and no penniless, you can simply gamble, bet on your wife, children, children, and your own life. Putting one's own life, and even the lives of one's wife and children, in the casino, using people as gambling capital, this gambling method is called horizontal gambling. Gambling is of course a thing of the past decades ago, and the story begins here. Feng Shan, who was penniless, worked hard at the gambling table for five days and five nights. Not only did his eyes turn red, but he also suffered from shortness of breath and physical weakness. Yang Liu finally fell onto the kang with a crash. The moment he fell, he weakly said: Feng Shan, asparagus is yours. Then Yang Liu fell down, and the fallen Yang Liu fell into a coma.

Hong Ruizi's body was sent back to Hongjiapuzi by the Hulan County government officials that day. Unexpectedly, Wang Fengwu, the magistrate of Hulan County, also followed the car pulling the body to Hongjiabaozi. Xu Xiaoji and Broad Bean just came back from the river. In the past few days, Xu Xiaoji was resting and traveling with Broad Bean during the day in order not to frighten the fetus in her belly. Xu Xiaoji and Gan Dou each carried a toad in their hands. As soon as they crossed the bridge, someone reported that the county government had arrived at Hongjiabaozi with a car carrying corpses. Xu Xiaoji asked in surprise: "Who died?" The person who reported the news said: "It's Hong Rakezi." Xu Xiaoji asked even more surprised: "Isn't Rakezi with Huaide? What about Huaide? How did Rakezi die?"

General Manager Hao stood in the middle of the podium with a smile, holding the certificate of "Masonry Champion of Changlong Construction Engineering Co., Ltd." And a red envelope containing a bonus of 3,000 yuan. The host announced loudly into the microphone: Please invite Liu Fajia, the masonry champion and masonry worker of the third project department, to come on stage to receive the certificate and bonus! Thunderous applause broke out, but half a minute passed, but no one came on stage. The host announced it again, but the winner still didn't show up. Alas! Weird, don't you want the bonus? Thousands of migrant workers in the audience started talking among themselves. Construction projects are carried out in the form of itemized contracting, and most of the workers are farmers from rural areas. Their technical levels are uneven, and it is difficult to guarantee the quality of their projects.

Mandarin duck. Take sugar. Yuanyang is a unique drink in Cantonese tea restaurants. It is half coffee and half black tea, half is flame and the other half is still flame. Together they have a flaming taste. The sweet version means no sugar is added, the salt version means no salt is added, and the full version means no onions, ginger, and garlic are added. What's the point of eating if everyone leaves? Don't you put seasoning packets in instant noodles? The economy is in recession, and Auntie Lu, the proprietress of the tea restaurant, is even more expressionless, and she looks like Guan Gong, whom she admires. Cantonese-style tea restaurants all have colorful sculptures of Guan Gong carrying a sword, which is meant to keep ghosts and monsters away. There is a Lucky Cat at the checkout counter. The store is very old, and it has been said that it needs to be renovated, but it seems that there is no money to decorate it. The dark booths can support the ceiling with a hand, and repeat customers will never leave. Aunt Lu said, nostalgia? Sorry to say it saves money, of course it's nostalgic, it's just cheap and tastes good. Without decoration, there is no way to raise prices, so there are a lot of depressed people.

Lao Qian left his post at one o'clock in the morning every day, patrolled the streets alone for a while, and went to the other two posts to check on the guards to see if the person on duty was there and whether he had slept. This process takes about an hour or so. The street is an alley behind the pedestrian street. It is winding and more than 600 meters long. There are small restaurants, inns, barber shops, beauty salons, copy shops, etc. Everything is quiet now. The whole alley was deserted. There was a street lamp standing far away, emitting a pale white light. The road was dark, dirty, greasy and slippery, and you could encounter a pile of garbage at almost every corner. Lao Qian had one foot high and one foot low. He walked a little hastily, not as slowly and leisurely as usual.

Since Zeng Ming brought a knife, he needed to feed it. In fact, he also needed to feed himself. He had a name and a story, and so did the victims. They don't know each other's names or stories. But things still happen, irrevocably. There are so many things that this era can symbolize. In a word, it is colorful. Colorful, grotesque, dancing demons, all kinds of strange things... Zeng Ming was sitting opposite me, and I couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was excitement or pain (I admit that I am rather clumsy in this regard). What actually happened was this. When Zeng Ming was a child, he raised a puppy. Because its coat was very colorful and colorful, he named it "Colorful". His classmate Ma Dawei said "Colorful" didn't seem like a good name, so he just called it "Little Green".

Blood, bright red blood, bit by bit, intermittent and continuous, meandering through the frost-covered grass, and the dumb ground followed the blood trail with bated breath. At that time, the forest was not very clear, and the morning mist lingered dreamily among the broad-leaved trees. Di Ya's big feet, trembling with excitement, crushed the rotten leaves covering the ground, causing a burst of spring chill. His throat felt a little itchy but he didn't dare to cough. Di Ya didn't want to frighten the prey that was running for its life anymore. The bear trap was set yesterday evening, and the joy of anticipation when the trap was set lasted throughout the night. However, Di Yu never expected that his luck would be even more surprising than in his dreams: it was definitely not a hare that he caught. The bamboo stakes on which the clips are nailed are very deep, and the hare does not have the strength to pull them out. Only small animals like dogs and badgers have the physical strength to drag away the traps, not to mention after being severely bitten.

The original novel of the American TV series "Get Shorty" of the same name. It seems like he is tired of who he is, but he doesn't know what else to do. Being stuck there, unable to move, I could only endure life silently. This is the dilemma of debt collector Kili and, it seems, the dilemma of most people. It's like some people don't care about their jobs at all, but at the end of the day there's nowhere else to go. Suddenly, one day, the opportunity came. This time he collected debt from a film producer and entered the glamorous film industry. Screw the creditor boss, he's tired of the boring job of collecting money. With the debt collected, he himself is a staggeringly good story, and he wants to make his resistance into a movie. Thus, a farce of dreaming and chasing unfolded.

Rehe City is a somewhat weird city. Just like a beautiful girl waiting to be married in the boudoir of a wealthy family, she cannot be hidden. His reputation is extremely loud, and his fame is so great that it shocks the world. But the urban area is so small that it seems narrow. Although people living in urban areas and people living in suburbs belong to the same area, there are still some differences in their actions, sitting, lying, speech, and customs. Some differences may not be noticeable to outsiders, but locals are still aware of these small differences. It is customary for people in urban areas to call the suburbs "jiebianzi" and to call people living in the suburbs "jiebianzi people". Shuikou Town is located to the south of the southeastern gap in the city. There are more than a dozen villages, most of which surround the two wings of the Blue River where the Lieshui River meets the Blue River. This is a rare treasure land, and the bullshit literati praise it so much that they even praise it, saying that it is a small river south of the Yangtze River. Sanshanwan Village can also be called Jiangnan in this small Jiangnan.

On the open grass, several people began to rehearse. I wanted to join in and explained my wish to the choreographer, and she agreed. I waited and watched everyone dance and spin in circles. I stood face to face with the choreographer and watched, as if I was also coaching the dance team. "Zhang Huaiwei, it's your turn. I want to see if you should stay?" The director called me, but my name was not Zhang Huaiwei. Zhang Huaiwei was indeed me at this time, a man's name. I became nervous. Didn't I already agree? Why are you still trying to see if you should stay? The rehearsers dispersed, and I walked into the meadow alone, thinking that I had to dance well. If I didn't dance well, if the director didn't want me to dance, I wouldn't be able to dance. I panicked, thinking about how to push myself to the limit. My vanity tells me that I must dance well! Be sure to dance well! My worries were unnecessary. Not only did my hands and feet work well, but they were also flexible, my limbs were flexible, and my dancing posture was pretty graceful.

The sport of long-distance running that Xiao Wu had practiced for ten years saved his life at a critical moment. When the watermelon knife struck with the sound of wind, he subconsciously tilted his head. He was lucky to have saved his head when the second knife fell on his shoulder. He touched it with his hand and saw that the blood was black under the dim street light. Xiao Wu turned around and ran away, and the frightened passers-by all moved out of the way. He was like a stone thrown into the water, water splashed everywhere, the wind whistled in his ears, and the footsteps behind him were out of rhythm. Xiao Wu ran through three streets and finally got rid of the hawker chasing him with a knife. He was like a dog in summer, with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out, and he lay tiredly on the side of the road. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder. What he thought was sweat before was actually full of blood. Xiao Wu took off his clothes and tied the wound. The cell phone in his pocket rang: "Get back here right away," Captain Liu roared on the phone.

Zheng Zhenshu stepped on the loose wood chips and walked out of the sawmill to the semicircular storage yard. In the background is the violent sound of a band hacksaw passing through the body of wood. At the stockyard, a large truck was unloading wood in the sunshine. Four or five workers were busy on and off the bus as if they were moving ants. As for the scene behind him, he knew that the old man watching the door was useless. Outside the gate, there is no doubt that spring has changed the color of the wilderness and is approaching step by step, making people dare not slack off in the spring. In the shadow of a camphor tree at the edge of the stockyard, Zheng Zhenshu stopped. The way he tilted his head, it seemed that he had not yet been freed from the comfort of cutting wood quickly with a hacksaw, and fell into a new joy. Due to the strong influence of the sunlight outside the shade of the tree, his eyes narrowed to slits.

An old technical expert in the factory was forced to be laid off in the face of the company's technological transformation. In order to keep her job, she encountered a lot of sexual harassment. At the crossroads of survival and dignity, what choice should the laid-off female worker make? As soon as Liao Huifen walked into the factory gate, she met Wang Li, who was in the same team. Wang Li was pushing a bicycle and chewing fried dough sticks in her mouth, greeting her from afar. "Sister Liao, wait for me for a moment." Liao Huifen stood on the cement road in front of the factory and waited for Wang Li to deposit her bicycle. It is the season of spring and flowers are blooming, the sky is very blue, and a few snow-white clouds are floating quietly, very high and far away. The sun is not as timid and insignificant as the sun in winter, but is full of tenderness and affection, shining warmly on the body.

I heard that Uncle Guo "had an accident." If something really happened to Uncle Guo, it would definitely not be a trivial matter. For the Hedong Municipal Highway Bureau, bad news such as the collapse of a newly built bridge or the breakage of a newly opened road is unsettling. When you pull out a radish and bring up the mud, anyone is likely to become a lump stuck to the roots, especially those green onions and cabbages that grow around the radish. How can they withstand the pulling? The investigation team began to investigate people related to Guo Bo's case. Unexpectedly, Hua Chougui, the owner of Wannian Hotel, won the jackpot. Hua Chougui later figured out that the reason why the investigation team picked him out of the hundreds was because of a photo, a photo taken at a banquet with a mobile phone. The reporter may not be targeting Hua Chougui, but someone may want to accuse Uncle Guo of eating and drinking in the hotel.

The more particular you are about the pot, the more people will think you can afford tea, but not necessarily the pot. Since the spring supply period, famous pots have been in extreme "out of stock" condition, so the price of pots has always been high. For those who walk into the pot, it is not a legend that a small pot can be exchanged for a fortune. If you don't have a net worth of millions, you can't afford a good pot. If you don't have tens of millions at home, you can't afford a famous pot. Gao Yadi is one of those big players who can afford tea and a pot. There are several tea towns in the provincial capital. In addition to hypermarkets, there is also a high-end club called Xinyue Tea City. Walking around the tea city, what you see is not tea, but eye-catching mahogany furniture.