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Qiu Mai once handed Yan Yan a bottle of water, and a few years later, Yan Yan gave him a wedding ring in return. Whether this is considered a drop of grace, it should be a promise: "Before I met you, I never thought about getting married. After meeting you, I never thought about getting married with anyone else."

She is a bar owner, she is a non-professional winemaker, and she is a young lady who is five years older than him. She occasionally wears heavy makeup to pretend to be mature, but she has a sensitive girl's heart. He is a rebellious young man, he is a singer who has not debuted, and he is a young man five years younger than her. He smiles and acts cute every day and is ignorant of the world. In fact, he has already seen life thoroughly and pursues what he wants. She thought that the ambiguity between him and her was just a whim, but in his heart, this love game has been a step-by-step process from the beginning. He must be responsible for hugging, kissing, and sleeping! The gorgeous music is playing, please have a glass of beer and let the alcohol soften your heart!

Dachuan hero saves the beauty, accidentally saving the same person twice, so he gets married to the beauty, but love still does not belong to Dachuan. After three years of marriage, he found that his wife was still cheating on her ex-boyfriend, so he chose to break up. Dachuan, who was depressed after the divorce, was determined to regain his confidence in life. After picking up his mood, Dachuan followed his father on the road to find friends, to find the girlfriend of his father's late comrade-in-arms, fulfill his friend's last words, and give the torn half of the photo to the person in the photo thirty years later. The story also unfolds step by step following the footsteps of the father and son, and one mystery after another is slowly revealed. Everything in life is changeable, but what remains unchanged is the obsession with unfulfilled wishes.

This is a sad novel written from the perspective of the male protagonist. He meets the female protagonist during the rainy season, which starts her life of sadness. Xiao Qian said to her: If you tell me the cause of Lin Nan's death, I will give him a prison uniform in exchange for his safe release. Standing in front of the truth, in order to abide by a painful agreement, she ruined half her life and faced a difficult choice. In the end, she peeled off the scars buried with pain and tears, uncovered her pain and showed Xiao Qian how they hurt an innocent girl like this. The author is a member of Hegang Writers Association.

This book is based on a series of stories about the protagonist, programmer Chen Xu, who entered the job and fell in love. It tells the living conditions and current survival situation of programmers, a special group of people in the workplace. It also tells the story of Chen Xu and Yang Ruoyi's love that ended in tragedy, as well as the stories of Zhang Chaoyang, Wang Bin, Hao Yan and other IT people around Chen Xu.

Many years have passed, and people say that old things can be buried, but I finally understand that this is wrong, because the past will crawl back up on its own. Looking back, I realize that for the past twenty-six years I have been peering down that deserted trail. Amir, a 12-year-old Afghan boy from a wealthy family, and his servant Hassan are brothers. However, after a kite competition, a tragic thing happened. Amir felt remorse and pain for his cowardice and forced Hassan to leave. Soon, he fled to the United States with his father.

1952, Afghanistan, poor village Shadbagh. The 10-year-old boy Abdullah and his 3-year-old sister Pari experienced an irreversible separation that may last forever. Their mother died of hemorrhage when giving birth to Pari, and their father, Sabur, was an honest man who worked hard and could barely survive. Unable to support his two young children, he married a stepmother, Parvana, to the children. Parvana's brother Nabi works as a cook and driver in a wealthy family in Kabul. The hostess Nila has been unable to have children. Uncle Nabi brokered the deal, and Pari was sold to Nila and started a new life.

A youthful past in the eyes of a disabled person, through the constant pursuit of the present, reflects how absurd and real the tragedy of the past years is. The most normal love of female educated youths was magnified by the special historical background in a specific era and became a sin, sliding unstoppably towards the abyss of life. The novel is not only a "scar complaint" full of bitter tears, but also different from "historical criticism" that reflects painful experiences. It takes the pursuit of the present as the starting point and uses the special writing method of disabled people to recall the era of disability, connecting history and reality, and deeply reflecting on the disability of the mind that is more terrifying than physical disability, and the collective mental disability that is more terrifying than the disability of the mind.

Did you know that "La Traviata" was written based on the real experience of the great writer Xiao Dumas? Did you know that Edison proposed using Morse code? Do you know what a terrible vacation the "piano poet" Chopin and the French female writer Georges spent when they fell in love? Twelve novels featuring historical celebrities and twelve touching love movements will make you enjoy reading and not to be missed!

The work is 57 letters written by a 24-year-old girl to herself while living in an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River for half a year after falling out of love. It sincerely records her thoughts on everything in life and the process of self-healing. Layer by layer, one can see the deep loneliness, desire, fear, selfishness, struggle... Until hope and warmth of human nature. Taking the creation of more than a dozen ancient poems and the changes of seasons as clues, it shows her process of self-healing and self-growth. It is mediated by simple ink illustrations with some modern elements.

"A Date at Dusk" is a documentary work that faithfully records the ordinary lives of the two authors from their acquaintance, love to marriage, and their relationship for more than ten years. This is a natural presentation of the life process and a moving piece of music composed with love. The book vividly recounts the bumpy roads that the two men traveled in the first half of their lives by interweaving narratives and reminiscences. After reading it, people believe that they are indeed involved; otherwise, after experiencing a long and stormy life, two people who are far apart in the eastern and western hemispheres, how could they, over fifty years old, cross thousands of mountains and rivers, cross the gap between Eastern and Western culture and personality, and successfully build a bridge of hearts and help each other! Happy families are all alike, and every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. In fact, this famous saying also makes sense in reverse: all unhappy families are similar, and happy families each have their own happiness. Today, wars between countries and people due to differences in culture and values ​​are increasing. Our two authors were able to successfully seek common ground while reserving differences in culture and values, embracing each other warmly and never leaving. This cannot but be said to be a kind of happiness. "A Date at Dusk" will prove to readers: As long as we learn how to cultivate the instinct of love and kindness given to us by God, love and kindness in human nature will definitely be rewarded.

After Su Man was killed by a scumbag husband and a mistress, he was accidentally reborn as a model Qin Jin. His age became younger, his beauty upgraded, and his figure got better! Watch her return to the entertainment industry, slap the mistress who turned into a half-sister, and deal with the heartless and unjust scumbag husband. However, the boss of the company actually confessed his love to her! BOSS: Be my girlfriend. Qin Jin: Ah BOSS: Didn't you just say that if you choose a boyfriend, I would be your type? Qin Jin: So BOSS: What a coincidence, you are also my type. Since we like each other, shouldn't we be together? Qin Jin:... Many years later, Qin Jin leaned against someone and asked with a smile: "Tell me, why do you have the account 'Black Knight' on your computer?" Someone tilted his head slightly to hide the guilt in his eyes and said, "I forgot, maybe Aman logged in." He would not say that he was the mysterious big fan of her fan support club.

Fang Shenglin's world is always dark, with no light visible. Until one day, the childish and sensitive Chu Hang appeared in front of him. Inexplicable trust, inexplicable dependence, and even... A little cute. He couldn't help but get close to him, like him, and protect him. Thank you for being by my side when I am childish and angry, and thank you for being by my side when I am getting dark. Even if it's heinous to fall in love with each other, I will live well in your clean and clear light. Chuhang, I hope you will always be that smiling person.

I used to look for you in the crowd to see if anyone looked back. I have been secretly looking for a pair of watching eyes all my life. Calm and urgent, he knows me, so he sees me. Now I want to know you in love, because I don't know what love is. I just feel more and more thirsty and I'm getting old. When we are like children who have lost the hand holding their mother, wandering back and forth in the maze-like city, unable to tell what they have lost, there is such a gentle and low voice singing for us: One day they will become such poor people, and feel sorry for themselves every day. If I am afraid of this, then please give me a heart and lots of love.

A young man who aspired to become a writer lived in seclusion in a hut at the foot of Yuelu Mountain. He had a writing engagement with his father for five years. With guilt and hope, he read and wrote every day. A girl named Shen Wanyi fell in love with a French man when she was studying in France, but was later abandoned by the French man. She returned home full of pain. He inadvertently read young people's novels. Later, every Wednesday night, she came to the cabin to see him. In love and desire, they comfort each other. More than half a year later, the girl left the youth. The young man also left the foot of Yuelu Mountain and rode to a distant place.

The car was parked in the yard. Feng Tian opened the door and subconsciously glanced at the co-pilot. When she was in college, Lily was willing to sit in the passenger seat, looking lazy, or eating snacks, talking to you, or reading a book. He sat in the car and accidentally hit the steering wheel with the jade pendant around his neck. Lily had bought it for him in Panjiayuan and he was still wearing it. It touched the steering wheel just now, and he quickly touched it with his hand. It was okay and intact. Feng Tian drove the car towards Bai He's house. He was actually full of hope. There was still time before the rain stopped. Why does Feng Tian's heart skip a beat when he gets Lily's call or sees Lily? Because when you are with Lily, you always feel like you are in love, even if you are a hundred years old. Suddenly, Feng Tianfan suddenly realized that without Lily, he would not be able to find a perfect match in his life.

People felt that Lu Phi had changed, he was taciturn, and his eyes were not as agile as before. Some people felt sorry for her, fearing that something was wrong with her spirit. So many people came to care about her, including seeking partners for her. Xiao Xiao and Zhao Huzhu still came as usual, but she was always calm and unmoved. From spring to summer, from autumn to winter, when the cold winter passes, the mountains gradually turn green and become lush again. The small restaurant is still open, and from time to time I see Lu Pi sitting lazily at the door, seeming to be watching the street scene or thinking about something. People are accustomed to it, and their days go on repetitively without any changes. On a very ordinary afternoon, Lu Pi finished his work and came to sit in front of the door as usual, looking at the scenery as usual and looking at the end of the street in a daze. When familiar people pass by, it is inevitable to say hello, chat a few words, and talk about family affairs. As the Romans do, she has become accustomed to the slow pace of life here. The sunlight moved leisurely on the old walls, and her face was reflected by the dark brown wooden door. There was a distinct vividness, and youth could always survive the years.

In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years since the ceramics factory went bankrupt, and ten years since Zhang Genli and Su Ya divorced. In the past ten years, Zhang Genli has been in Shenzhen and Su Ya has been in Sichuan. During this period, they had little contact. In the early days, one of them thought of the other and made a phone call to ask about the situation. Not a couple, but friends. It's just that this pair of friends is becoming stranger and stranger, the time interval between greetings is getting longer and longer, and the number of greetings is getting less and less. Five years after their divorce, Zhang Genli married a woman. That day, Zhang Genli remembered to make a call to Su Ya. Zhang Genli said, I am married. Su Ya said, congratulations and blessings to you.

At night, Wu Laisha and Lu Zhu slept for the first time in the wing room where her father had lived before his death. Wu Quisha dreamed of Uncle Wu, and the faint red spot on his forehead was clearly visible. He didn't speak, looked happy, and left in a flash. The next morning, Luzhu woke up and said to Wu Quisha: "It's strange. I dreamed of an old man last night. He didn't look like Uncle Wu. His hair was more, shorter, and not as white than Uncle Wu. There were no red spots on his forehead." Wu Quisha asked: "What did you dream he was doing?" Luzhu said, "He didn't do anything. He smiled kindly at me and left." Wu Quisha hugged Luzhu over, rubbed her temples with her cheek, and said softly: "You met my father."

I came to Shenzhen and entered the society. This ended my student days and the lingering past with Ruoxin. Wandering alone in a foreign land naturally involves setbacks and hardships. When I was lonely and helpless, I wished Ruoxin could be by my side! I remember that the TV series "Sunrise in the East and Rain in the West" was being screened at that time. I burst into tears watching it in my colleague's room. I even hoped that I could be terminally ill like Xu Qing, as long as I had Ruoxin by my side in my limited life! Later I met Zi Hou. His gentleness, kindness, optimism and open-mindedness helped me find a solid and reliable shore in the hard struggle of physical and mental exhaustion. I was gradually moved by his thoughtfulness and tolerance, and unknowingly gave him all my trust. I gradually became calm, firm and mature from a sentimental little girl. A year later, we decided to have our wedding back in our hometown.

Returning to the cabin, lying on the bed, I fell into a sleepless state. In front of my eyes, Coconut's long eyelashes, big bright eyes, graceful lip line, and the crystal drop of water falling on her neck appeared again. They are like beautiful butterflies flying in the grass on the road, rising and falling, disappearing and appearing. I fell into an illusion again. I held the hand of Coconut and walked by a clear river. Countless red afterglows filtered through the willow branches and scattered on his face. He wore a light green silk skirt, and his long hair was dancing in the wind...

Everyone around them disappeared. It was empty except for Dad. She grabbed her father's hand and stood up gently. The body is as light as weightless. Dad said, let's go. Yan Hui nodded, and the father and daughter walked out. A door appeared in front of him, and when he opened it, he found a wide avenue. At the other end of the avenue, there was a golden light. There is still faint singing, which is very beautiful. Many angels with wings were flying around there. The father and daughter held hands and walked over step by step. Yan Hui saw an angel holding something in his hand, which was red and beating. She asked, what is this? The angel told her that it was the heart of the Happy Prince. --The most precious thing in the world.

I hurriedly clicked on the falling snow. No response. Click again. Still no response. A dialog box pops up on the screen, showing the outcome of the on-the-spot game: Piaoxue times out, losing ten points. Piaoxue is playing chess? Checking the opponent that Teacher Ye just played against, the opponent was named "Reason for Sadness", and the white side that Teacher Ye was on turned out to be Piaoxue. I couldn't react at the moment: "Piaoxue, where is Piaoxue?" Teacher Ye covered his mouth with his right hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled at me. I looked at Teacher Ye doubtfully: "You didn't play chess in my name?"

One morning many years later, Dalwa woke up and clearly remembered the way Balden smiled in her dream last night. It seemed as if she was on her way back from Yunden Rinpoche's place to give up drinking, or as if Balden was going on a long pilgrimage, and she was seeing her off with joy. When she got up, Darva found that the pillow she had been sleeping on for fifty years was frayed. The once thick white cloth was now worn down to a thin layer of gauze, and the hay inside had long been reduced to fine grass clippings. She originally had to change the straw core every few years, but in order to retain the familiar smell, she had never changed it in the past fifty years. Darva put the pillow on her knees, just like she did more than fifty years ago, but today she no longer searched for anything. She closed her eyes and stroked it carefully with her thick knuckles, and tears quietly swam between the wrinkles.

I called Puqiong when I was about to get drunk. I said to Puqiong almost hysterically on the phone, I have to leave, I want to leave here, and now I just want to see you. In my mind, it was Puqiong who helped me back to my residence with his strong arms. When I was drunk, I vented all the depression accumulated in my heart like a flood. This was a complete vent, which was also the result of many years of suppression. This kind of vent can only be reflected in front of my friends in Lhasa. This is a true manifestation. It's been a long time since it happened, and I'm still ashamed of my actions that day. I left the same as when I came, with nothing. It was originally planned to go from Ali to Tibet and visit the happy Yao Hai and Xiao Min. However, whether Yao Hai and Xiao Min, who have disappeared into the sea, can be happy and open a book bar with an Internet cafe there as they planned.

Now, her flower base in Meilingzhuang has attracted media attention because of its good work. Reporters often come to interview her, asking her about her motivations for starting a business and whether it was difficult to start a business. They also talked about her disregarding past grudges and letting people from Xiaoyuezhuang work in her company, etc. Also ask her about the habits of flowers or flowering trees. Xiaohui is so familiar with the habits and preferences of every flower and tree, which always fascinates the reporters who come to interview, forgetting their previous purpose of looking for her. Some people think she is as beautiful as a lily and as quiet as an orchid.

Guanghui came out of the bathroom and saw Yin Wei carrying an electric fan and Yin Qin carrying a schoolbag. The father and son had already reached the door of the yard. Guanghui breathed a sigh of relief, went to the kitchen to find a plastic bag, and put three bottles of mung bean soup in it. She had a snakeskin bag hooked on her right arm, a plastic bag in her right hand, a suitcase in her left hand, and a Kun bag hanging around her neck, making it look like a shelf. "Shelf" went to the shoe cabinet at the door to change out of her slippers, put on high-heeled sandals, and walked out of the door. She put down her suitcase and locked the security door with her left hand. Move out the yard door. She took two steps and looked back at the yard. The pomegranate flowers in the yard are blooming brightly. The solar water heater on the roof shines with dazzling white light.

He thought about himself and Zhao Xiaoge, maybe they would never divorce, for the sake of their son's growth, and for the sake of having a marriage and family that seemed complete to outsiders. He felt mixed emotions and felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to repair and make amends, but he didn't know how long it would take. Marriage is not easy, and they are holding on to it tenaciously, but they know very well in their hearts that on the outside it looks smooth as tapestry, but on the inside it is riddled with holes. He was really worried that one day those little holes would empty out the peace and perseverance. He felt very tired. After looking at the phone for a long time, his eyes began to feel sore. He even suddenly found that his eyes were no longer what they used to be. Maybe it was spent? He closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them again, the words on the phone screen became smaller and smaller, the light dimmed, and after a few seconds, the screen finally turned completely black.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jiachuan suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed. He remembered the psychological test he had given Lala when he took the money he earned from chatting for the first time and invited her to eat at a food stall. The result of the test was that she would marry a rich man in the future. Sure enough! Now, he was in debt to the rich man again. Cheng Jiachuan silently marveled at his psychological analysis ability. He could be a famous psychological counselor, absolutely. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt my nose was a little sore. A gust of wind blew, and I felt a sting in my eyes, maybe because of the sand. Cheng Jiachuan stood still and closed his eyes. In an instant, tears burst out from the slits of his closed eyelids.

He opened his eyes, and the unchanging roofs and walls were like frozen time. Only the yellow water stains formed by moisture continued to grow, changing from a map of China to a map of Asia. He didn't move, not even a stretch, as if he was tied tightly by invisible ropes. Finally, he moved his fingers, and his hand came to life, like a small animal. He reached out and touched the sheets beside him. There were only empty sheets. It seemed that Amei had already gone to work. But he suddenly became confused, was what happened between him and Amei reality or a dream? He tried his best to recall, analyze, and think about it, but found that he could not confirm this extremely simple thing. He had no choice but to pick up his cell phone from his pillow and found Amei's number, ready to call and ask. If Amei said that she had nothing to do with him, he felt that he would not feel much pain. He had already thought about what to do next.

Finally, Lin Xiaoru saw the wooden sign "Mountain Spring", which was hidden behind the branches of the magnolia tree. Lin Xiaoru took a deep breath, then walked through the lush flower trees and came to the entrance of "Mountain Spring". She reached out and pushed open the glass door painted with ink paintings, looking for the person she wanted to see among the rows of bookshelves. Wu Xiao took a book and walked out from behind the bookshelf. When he saw Lin Xiaoru at the door, his eyes flashed with joy. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, whether to pick her a favorite novel or make her a cup of scented tea. He just looked at her silently, as if he had been waiting for too long and lost his language. Lin Xiaoru walked towards Wu Xiao. She wanted to tell him what she was thinking, and wanted to read, walk, and chat with him...

My father took a breath for a while and finally spoke: There is something I have to say to make myself feel better. From the day I wrote to Tianjin asking his second uncle to come back, I have been looking forward to this day. After my father and mother passed away, I, the eldest brother, became the head of the family. No matter what was wrong with his uncle, I should not have contacted them until this year. Otherwise, they might have reunited earlier in the past few years. His uncle, his aunt, and I, the elder brother, have not fully fulfilled their responsibilities... Before my father could finish speaking, his uncle stumbled onto the stage and hugged him. He burst into tears and got out of hand, causing all the service ladies to cry. The father supported his uncle and wiped his tears, but his tears could not be wiped away, and the more he wiped his tears, the more they flowed. The father shook the uncle, the uncle hugged the father, and the two brothers twisted into a ball...

In the foggy carriage, I felt so different and uneasy. Over the years, I became busy, busy with work, busy with love, and later got married. I was so busy that I forgot many things, even my grandmother. However, on this trip back to my hometown, I suddenly remembered my grandmother's last gaze on me. That look is so secret that only she and I can understand it. It also contains some warm elements, just like the afterglow after the sun sets. Although no one noticed my fragility, just like no one noticed the tragic life of my grandparents, what does it matter? Two months later, I was divorced.

Half a year later, A Liang abandoned Yang Xiaoxu again because he couldn't live without his daughter and returned to his ex-wife. This time Yang Xiaoxu completely collapsed. She learned to smoke, often went to bars to drink, or walked around the room talking to her shadow. When she was admitted to the hospital without eating or drinking for several days, the doctor detected that she had liver cancer and was told that if she did not undergo a liver transplant in time, she might not survive for three months. Yang Xiaoxu's parents wanted to donate a liver to their daughter, but the match failed. They had no choice but to turn to various media to report Yang Xiaoxu's experience and condition. Pan, who was serving his sentence in prison, saw Yang Xiaoxu lying on the hospital bed on TV. His eyes were blurred with tears and he couldn't help but recall the days he spent with her. He immediately decided to apply to donate a liver to Yang Xiaoxu.

Under Liu Xiaoqing's gaze, Zhong Chengshan felt warmth, which came from his bone marrow. He couldn't help but reach out to hold Liu Xiaoqing's hand. The two old men held hands together, and Zhong Chengshan was filled with emotion: "Liu Xiaoqing, if it hadn't been for your rescue, I might have been buried on this mountain." Liu Xiaoqing's nose felt sore and asked: "Zhong Chengshan, do you know why I saved you?" Zhong Chengshan shook his head blankly. Liu Xiaoqing asked again: "On Wujiang Mountain, do you still remember what you owed me?" Zhong Chengshan scratched his head in embarrassment: "I owe you a kiss."

A ferocious smell of blood filled the air. Mu Zimeng touched his pocket, trying to take out something, but heard a rapid knock on the door. The whole room began to shake, and this time, even Hou Jiaming felt it. Severe pain burst out from the cracks deep in Mu Zimeng's body, and the noisy feeling in her heart rose together. Hou Jiaming came to his senses and jumped into the storage room of her house. The folding door of the storeroom was closed, but not securely. That door had been broken long before Zhou Wenwei was alive. Zhou Wenwei repaired it twice but failed to fix it. Mu Zimeng walked over and pulled the folding door hard. With a "click" sound, the door miraculously closed tightly. It turned out that I had only loosened a screw before, but it never clicked into the correct position when closing the door. Many things are very simple to say simple, and very complicated to say complex. Just like Li Houshen and Hou Jiaming, they are independent individuals and they are related, but there are so many stories between them!

A babbling aria came from the living room, which was the sound coming from the TV. Father was leaning on the sofa, mouth half open, taking a nap. The old man is like this, dozing off while sitting and unable to fall asleep when lying down. A man in Tsing Yi on the stage, wearing a pink and blue costume, swinging his sleeves, sang tactfully with three steps: The cuckoos are singing red all over the green mountains, and the tobacco outside the tea plant is drunk and soft. Although the peonies are good, how can they be the first to return in spring? Xian Ningxiao's voice is as bright as a bird's nest, and she is filled with joy when she listens to the chirping orioles... When did her father become interested in the opera channel, Yunxiang didn't know. On this day, Yunxiang had a dream. In the dream, her mother, whom she had not seen for a long time, came back. She still looked like she was young and waved to her. Then the scene changed to a grand theater, and her mother was about to go on stage. She chased her mother's figure. On the stage, her mother was waving her sleeves far away. She called her mother, but her mother disappeared again. She woke up and felt sad for a long time.

Bai Hui tiptoed outside the house very carefully, poured two glasses of water, and waited for Zeng Bo to close the door. The two of them were sitting on the sofa. Zeng Bo didn't know where to put his hands and feet, like a prisoner waiting for sentencing. "I'm pregnant, what do you want me to do?" Bai Hui said. Zeng Bo immediately showed his shameless true face. He stood up, hugged Bai Hui in his arms and said, "I definitely want it. Why should we talk about it? Such a passionate fruit might be his son." Bai Hui immediately turned her head and said blankly to him. He glanced at him and said, "What if it's not him?" Zeng Bo hurriedly served him with a cat-like look on his face: "If he's not my son, then I can't do it. It's none of your business. Just worry about it." After hearing this, Bai Hui happily showed her fangs.

They were speechless for a long time. The riverside is really beautifully renovated. Liu Dong has not been here to play for a long time. New stone steps have been built on the bank and willow trees have been planted diagonally. It is autumn after all, and the willow trees are a bit ruined. Although they are still surrounded by green branches, they have lost their energy and are swinging listlessly. Fortunately, there are a few sweet-scented osmanthus plants on the stone platform. It is the season when they are lush. When the wind blows, there is a fragrant aroma, so rich that it feels like a slight smoke. Neat rows of buildings have been built on the other side, and huge billboards stand on the riverside, with neon lights flashing dazzlingly. From time to time, a brightly lit cruise ship sails up the river, and you can see people singing and laughing on the deck, which is a lively and exciting scene.

Almost in a second, Lu Yuanda made a choice for himself. This choice allowed him to embrace his hidden inner self. He embraced a secret, luxurious, noble and pure Lu Yuanda. I remember one time when I was dating Qingqing, he wanted to hug her to hug another self, but at that time he couldn't define what kind of self he was. Now, at this moment, he has found that self. He was hidden so deeply that no one had seen him, not even Lu Yuanda himself. Only a woman named Lin Qingqing called him out.

Gu Min saw Qixi again three years later when she was dining with a man in a Western restaurant. At this time, she had just returned from the United States, and a familiar figure caught her eye. Although the figure was wearing simple work clothes and was immersed in cleaning. However, Gu Min still recognized her at a glance. Gu Min felt as if she was in another world. Three years ago, the two of them had a fierce disagreement over the fate of their unborn child. Qixi has not been heard from since. But God allowed her to meet Qixi again three years later, and the Qixi she met was no longer the Qixi she remembered. Gu Min tried hard to find the Qixi of the girl in her mind, the Qixi who was as pure as water, the Qixi who regarded love as a meal, the Qixi who loved fantasy and romance.

I kept nodding, my consciousness was indeed blurred. A best-selling movie was being broadcast on TV. I saw many hostages being detained by the hostages, and they were looking sad. I thought again about the reasons why women were divorced after "seven outings". In that long past, what theoretical basis did the father have to let the mother leave? I can't figure out the outcome. From this, I think of the situation where we, my siblings, are still relying on our father's grace, depending on the old man's breath, and relying on his shadow to live our lives. In this sense, we are a bit like hostages, we siblings are not free.

Everyone gathered around and shouted Mu Fang's name. The nurse yelled, get out of the way and stay out of the way. Mu Fang opened his eyes slightly. He stretched out his hand to He Yulu, his eyes seemed to contain a thousand words. He Yulu just followed the stretcher truck as everyone else hurried away, not understanding what he meant for a while. The nurse held the sling bottle and shouted to her to hold his hand as she walked. He Yulu finally woke up and quickly held Mu Fang's hand. This was the first time she held his hand. The hand was cold to the bone. He said, I, I saved them. The tone was so weak that it was almost inaudible. He Yulu's heart suddenly hurt as if she had been stabbed by a knife, and tears burst out. She was speechless and just nodded desperately. Mu Fang struggled again and said, I, I saved them.

After hanging up the last piece of clothing, Jin Zhi felt a little tired, so he slumped down on the sofa, motionless and petrified, staring blankly at the box. The empty box was spread out, like an animal with all its internal organs eviscerated, exposed in the center of the living room. Suddenly, Jin Zhi was startled by a rushing sound outside the door. The sound of rapid footsteps, as fast as the dragging of a half-empty box, and the sound of rapid breathing. These voices came roaring and suddenly stopped at the door. Then, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Back at my residence, I washed my clothes in the bathroom, hung them up, and had a drink. I used a beer glass that I bought when I first arrived in Beijing when I went shopping in Xidan with Asan. It was very delicate, with undulating patterns engraved on it. I didn't know what kind of flower it was, but I just thought it looked pretty. It cost 36 yuan a piece, so expensive! Ah San took it, held it in his hand, and shouted: "Yeah, it's rosemary! It can bring good luck to people! Buy two!" After paying the money, she handed them to him and said, "Put it in your place. I will use it when I go to your place to drink." At that time, Ah San always looked at him with soft eyes, which made him feel frightened and dared not look directly at him. "If, if she had made another choice, she wouldn't have left so early, right?" The beer glass reflected purple-blue light under the light, and she was in a daze for a while, "Go to sleep." She said to herself. Some pain cannot be healed, and the best way is to forget it.

The mouse ran and suddenly climbed up the TV cabinet on the wall along the bed curtain, and then jumped from the bedside table to the window sill. It turned back, looked at Martin, and squeaked. Want to run? No way! Martin jumped onto the TV cabinet with a loud sound and climbed onto the window sill. The mouse did not expect Martin's move. He was caught off guard, slipped and fell from the window sill. Martin looked down from the window sill and saw a big cat carrying a kitten downstairs, hurriedly walking downstairs and heading straight for the security door downstairs. The big cat had a big box on its shoulders and looked familiar. The mouse fell at their feet, causing its brains to burst and its internal organs to flow all over the floor. Martin laughed triumphantly at the two cats, and the laughter echoed between heaven and earth. After laughing, Martin jumped off the window sill.

On November 14, a sunny morning, Uncle Jiang, Mother Jiang and I came to the Qinghe Detention Center. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw a silver-gray Santana parked there, and Liu Zhen got out of the car wearing a suit and skirt. We looked at each other and smiled, feeling light and happy after shaking off the dust. After meeting Xiao Jiang at the small window on the high wall of the detention center on June 5, 159 days later, I finally saw my heart and true love. Xiao Jiang has a shaved head and a clean and shiny face. As soon as he saw me, his lips started to pout, his body was trembling, and silent tears poured down his face rapidly. He choked with sobs for a long time and said tremblingly, Xiaoxian... Thank you for your hard work...

Half a year later, the thread had torn a little gap, and he felt very happy. As long as he continued to work hard, there was hope to completely separate them. At first, Cui Ruo boasted to others, saying that he trained his head every night to use one head as two messengers. Many people knew that he was training a strange ability. They marveled at his will, but they were still dubious. He is not a person who likes to show off, he told her, don't spread it everywhere. Later, she disapproved of his brain training, "You didn't even get a grade leader, so what if you have two brains?" He said, "It's better than not using even one brain." He shook his head and drove away the past. It had been dark for a while when he got home. The jacket had been soaked by the rain. He took it off and hung it on the chair. He made a cup of tea and placed it on the glass coffee table in front of the TV. He took a few sips and walked into the study with the water glass. He sat on the sofa in front of the desk, took another sip of water and put the water glass on the desk.

Bei Diao, whether drifting or wandering. Like a kite with its string broken, like leaves separated from its branches, it is the training of body and mind, the rush of emotions and thoughts. He swallowed the pain quietly, but Zhou Yuanhong fought against the rough life, was self-improving and perseverant. He was a man with backbone, chivalry and loyalty. Although he had no fixed address, and although today's laughter could not hide the sadness of yesterday, he had the moral style and attitude towards life that he was filial to his parents, affectionate to his family, loyal to his friends and loyal to his career. He was a literary and artistic model with great personality. When he found that he had fallen into a confusing trap, he decided to fight back when he decided to leave Beijing...

This is a youth novel. Xia Xiaohe was born in an ordinary family in a small and medium-sized city. Zheng Yu also had an unusual childhood experience. The two met in high school and gradually developed into lovers. The two had similar experiences, and it was like fate that tied them together. However, this young relationship in high school was not always smooth sailing. The principal's daughter Zhou Tingting, who had always admired Zheng Yu, intervened and obstructed her in every possible way. This makes this campus love sweet but bitter, and makes the two people face more difficult choices after going through separation and reunification. The love that could have been reunited unexpectedly, but an accident made Xia Xiaohe know another secret that had been hidden for many years. The relationship between the two was once again pushed to a fork in the road, forcing them to choose different directions in life. Ten years later, where will the love between Xia Xiaohe and Zheng Yu go...