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Lili was so tired that she wanted to squint for a while. Vaguely, she heard a news broadcast on the local city report on TV. The host of the program excitedly said that in recent years, the largest lottery prize had finally been won in this city. This morning, the sports lottery grand prize winner of this issue wore a travel hat, a mask, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his entire face. Without anyone accompanying him, he received the lottery grand prize of RMB 5 million for this issue. Lili looked at the TV screen subconsciously, she was shocked! The TV flashed across the award recipient's clothes and figure... At this moment, her cell phone rang, and a familiar voice trembled and said to her: "Lili! Where are you?"

Rosary stared blankly at her mother, the woman next to her, sobbing silently. In her eyes, she used to be so mysterious and distant, unattainable, and polite, but now her relaxed face actually showed an old look, a woman who was also tired and lacked love, and her enthusiasm was consumed by the years. She didn't have much hope, and she was still young, Rosary thought, and suddenly felt that she was very pitiful. They happened to fall in love with the same man. For her, this was the last chance, but for her, it might just be the beginning. But her beginning was the end, maybe her whole life was over like this. She thought of her mother and father, her father and Aunt Fen, and now herself and Tong Ziwen. Who on earth caused this ending?

Yang Chunxue just nodded deeply to express her gratitude, her affectionate eyes always staring in one direction. In front of her, there are mountains and forests, which are vast and indistinct. She maintains a state of longing, staying amidst the scenery, and is especially fond of the historical scenery. She suddenly tilted her head, as if she heard a sound, and said to me: "Listen..." I listened attentively, but I only heard the chirping of various mountain birds, the gurgling of the creek, and the sound of the wind, but I didn't feel any special sound. I wanted to tell myself what I felt. I turned my face away and saw that she still had that focused look on her face. I couldn't bear to disturb her tranquility, so I just stared at her silently. After a long time, she smiled at me sheepishly and said sheepishly: "I thought I heard the sound of a car, but actually there was nothing. I'm old, I'm old." Then she smiled at me again and said a little embarrassedly: "Do you think they will come to pick me up?"

The boss and Chunying didn't invite the eldest brother, which was expected for people who were helping to take care of their mother's funeral at home. In this clan-oriented Zhang Village, crying over coffins and graves will cause jokes and trouble. Although it is reasonable for Chun Sheng to cry as a mother, he can set up a memorial tablet and cry in his own home. If he wants to cry in the Liu Family Courtyard, the Zhang family will not agree. The villagers will also ask Chun Sheng, who is from a different clan and clan, which one he is crying about. Everyone thought it was the perfect time for spring to come. The reason why the boss took Chunying to invite the eldest brother is naturally reasonable. Who is not raised by his mother and father? When the fate of life comes to an end, there should be an explanation between the old and the young, right?

Bercow finally died. Bercow died a fairly normal death: of illness. It is a normal thing for people to be born, old, sick and die. Bo Kao died in the seventh month of the lunar calendar. Just after the Ghost Festival, Zhongzhi called, "Hey, hello, I'm Zhongzhi, can you hear me?" Zhong Zhi is deaf and speaks loudly for fear that others will not hear. He was strangely deaf. Sometimes he couldn't hear you when you spoke loudly, but sometimes he suddenly understood when others whispered. The deaf Zhongzhi remembered more past events than others because he always listened carefully to what others said. Ji Shaojie waited patiently for a long time. He didn't want to talk to a deaf person on the phone. He wanted Zhongzhi to have someone beside him to talk to. Unexpectedly, Zhongzhi kept talking on the phone, as if there was something urgent that he had to tell him in person. Ji Shaojie had no choice but to speak loudly, Zhongzhi, is there anything good going on?

My cousin died. For a long time, I couldn't let go of the pain and sadness in my heart. During the planned economy period in the 1970s, when I was in primary school, I was malnourished and diagnosed with anemia. My cousin gave me blood transfusions for seven years until I graduated from high school. At that time, he was working as an electrician in the county cement factory and doing purchasing part-time. He traveled to the city every now and then to buy cement, cables, transformers and hardware for the factory. He saved two and a half yuan in travel expenses and stayed at my house. In addition to accompanying me to the hospital for blood transfusions and helping my mother with some physical work of pulling briquettes and pickling cabbage (my father had a heart disease), the most exciting thing for me was taking me to the cinema to watch movies. He came to Wuhu many times at that time. Firstly, my aunt died early and my uncle married another woman, so he regarded our home as his own. Secondly, my mother found a partner for him as a car driver in the city textile factory. The two had a very lively conversation. According to my mother, the woman was in poor health, so she chose my cousin who was as strong as an ox.

That day, a pantomime was being performed in the school auditorium. It was written and performed by the school. The organizer took it very seriously and required all classes not to be absent without excuse, but there was no seat for Zhao Xiaochuan. In fact, Zhao Xiaochuan already knew that he would not have a seat that day, because he was ordered to drop out of school by the school that day. Zhao Xiaochuan's father, Zhao Dalu, didn't know it at the time. He was driving a van with the rear passenger seat removed to deliver wine to Hualian Supermarket. On the way, he received a call from Zhao Xiaochuan and asked him to go to the gate of the Municipal Education College, saying that it was a holiday and some things could not be picked up. Zhao Dalu had no choice but to turn the car and go straight to the Municipal Education College and Hualian Supermarket. He had to wait for delivery in the afternoon. The door of the Education College is very grand, with two beige pillars reaching into the sky. The door is hung on the two pillars. It is a black iron door with carvings and patterns. The paint has peeled off in several places, as if it has been hollowed out.

I painted gently and carefully. The third grandma closed her eyes lightly and said nothing, only clear tears kept oozing out. I wiped it for her while I was painting, and Xiao Liu kept changing tissues next to me. Until the last stroke was finished, the third grandma did not say a word, nor did she open her eyes like sword gleams again. Finally, I saw that the corners of the third grandma's mouth were slightly upward, her thin eyebrows were trembling slightly, and she was smiling slightly. At this moment, the dignified and dignified Third Grandma has become a mutton-fat jade statue. One day later, the third grandmother passed away, and a beautiful soul drifted to the west. The blue sky and white clouds are picturesque.

Today is Wang Weiguo's birthday. Oh My God. Suddenly I felt a warmth. At least, she didn't forget her father's birthday. At least she started saying happy birthday for the first time. Of course, maybe it has something to do with the fact that every time his father is born, he sends him a greeting card that was resold by his dead sister. But after all, she remembered him. I said, go back and please see him off. After all, it's the last time. She didn't answer, and she stopped laughing.

It was gone as quickly as it came - she was thinking of his unfortunate wife. She remembered what the mad woman said when she was smashing the porcelain: "Fake, it's all fake!" The mad woman's words hit her like a sharp weapon. But she felt lucky that she could still think of her at this time. Many things in life are like those delicate porcelains that break too easily. She just doesn't want to break them easily. Also, she firmly believed that everything that happened in the dusk was true and beautiful. No matter what the future holds, they are destined to become precious memories for her life.

After dark, Zhixin came back. Although he was still burping from wine, he saw Chunmiao's face filled with the joy of victory at a glance. Chunmiao said, can you still do things after being drunk like this? Zhixin happily agreed. Chunmiao said that she would go and move the wooden bed upstairs. Zhixin was a little disappointed, he thought he was going to do that. On second thought, Chun Miao helped him solve a problem today, so it was time to show off. I couldn't help but ask again, what did you do to make this place so refreshing? Chunmiao smiled but didn't answer and just asked, "What do you think?" Zhixin said, could it be prepared for my mother? Chunmiao said, it seems you haven't drunk enough.

Teacher Qin brought Liangliang to the ground. It's cool underground and hot above ground. The aunt also sent it up. The aunt also gave Liangliang a business card. Teacher Qin and Liangliang walked together. Teacher Qin suddenly said: "Liangliang, I have only one request for you. You must raise your eyelids and open your eyes wide." Liangliang was very obedient. The bright and hanging eyelids were rolled up like rolling shutters. Bright eyes are very bright. Teacher Qin sighed deeply and said, "Liangliang, look forward. It's dark night ahead, but there are lights in front of you, and there is a road under your feet." Liangliang looked forward, and saw thousands of lights, stars twinkling, and the asphalt road under his feet was a little soft, but elastic. Teacher Qin seemed to be talking to himself: "It would be great if I could be as young as Liangliang!" Liangliang said: "Teacher Qin, I can't wait to grow up to be as big as you all of a sudden."

Yuyu curled up in a ball on the floor, like a small animal that had been shot through by a bow and arrow. She was trembling all over. She stretched out her hands, covered her face, and let out a sharp scream of pain. It was a straight scream with no syllables, no ups and downs, and extended from one end of her life, as if sharp scissors were cutting a long piece of cloth head-on. It broke sharply all the way to her throat. In his whole life, Han Bo had never heard such desolate, desperate, injured, and painful screams. It was so broken that it made people feel that there was nothing left to do but to die - it would be better to die.

His son died young in the United States, leaving behind a wife with no job or income and a little daughter less than five years old. According to his wishes during his lifetime, his body was donated to a public medical institution. His relatives, colleagues, friends, and old classmates held a grand memorial service in the local area, full of affection and friendship... In addition to ensuring that his wife and daughter could live a stable and well-off life without worrying about food and clothing, the property he left behind also established a permanent scholarship named after him at the university where he graduated. Although the scale is small, it can support the tuition and living expenses of a poor student every year. Drinking water and remembering the source, this Chinese young man originally graduated from a scholarship from an American university. He only lived to be thirty-seven years old, but he made his own return to the society that accepted him...

Let's talk about myself. It's strange to say that after my mother died, my mysophobia gradually got better. I began to look at those men who I once thought were dirty with a different look. A smile gradually appeared on my face. I was considered more and more beautiful by the male doctors in our hospital. Without exception, they suspected that I was truly in love. The word love reminds me of that middle school Chinese teacher. In my memory, everything is so warm and beautiful. One day I was pleasantly surprised to find that he appeared in front of me again. He apologized to me and said that he was too reckless. At that time, I accepted his apology downstairs in our dormitory in my pajamas, but it was a bit cold. He wanted to take off his coat, but I shook my head and said, "No, you're cold too." So, for the first time, I took the initiative to move my head closer to his open arms...

Caiyun broke free from Chang Liang's painful hand, straightened Chang Liang's messy hair, and said softly and calmly: "If I heard this a few years ago, I would burst into tears, but after so many years of hard work, I understand many truths. At the beginning, I chose to let go, just because I didn't want to make you suffer, but now it's like If we choose each other's happiness, many people will suffer, including our children and parents. This is our responsibility. When I left you a few years ago, I had the thought of committing suicide countless times. I couldn't face the cruel reality, and I couldn't believe that people who love each other like us would be separated. "

"Li Du, something big has happened." My friend Lei Ming, who I hadn't contacted for more than half a year, called me in tears one evening in May. At that time, I had just come down from the girls' apartment upstairs, holding a cloth box in my arms that made me feel extremely bad. This box was given by China Mobile when I was a freshman. It has a red background and blue checkered boxes. Everyone who gets it feels like they have found a treasure. When we understand that wool comes from the sheep, our lives are firmly bound. I supported the cloth box with one hand and one knee, took out the mobile phone from my trouser pocket with difficulty, held it between my head and shoulders, and then walked out of the apartment hall like a proud crab. "You have something to say, so don't cry." I suppressed my sadness and said boldly, "Like a woman." "I accidentally slept with a woman."

Da Yangtao, a young boy from the Yi ethnic group, couldn't understand why Teacher Bai Jie, who was talking eloquently on the podium, would resolutely go from the provincial capital, a place where spring is like all year round, to this remote traffic jam deep in the Wumeng Mountains called Longtoushan, where Yi and Han people live together in a cottage primary school to teach for several years. A few years later, Teacher Bai Jie actually had no intention of leaving. The golden dress that Teacher Bai Jie wore today is as charming as the golden osmanthus. Teacher Bai Jie's glossy black ponytail is tied with a red bow. The three colors of yellow, red and black made her look noble all of a sudden.

Two days later, many of the former "comrades" came out easily and could laugh and cry and curse happily. The police officers gave everyone travel expenses and said many comforting words, asking everyone to go home first and not to go out for three months. They would wait for further inquiries and investigations from the public security organs at any time. They hoped that everyone would continue to cooperate. Everyone was grateful and said that it seemed like they had been having a dream or nightmare these past few months, but they needed to stay at home to recuperate for a while. Once bitten by a snake, you have been afraid of well ropes for ten years, how shameless? You're not going anywhere, don't worry.

When she went to work the next day, Su Xiliu's steps were sloppy, as if she was drunk, and she finally walked to the hospital. Turning the stairs, at the door of the department, she looked up suddenly, her heart beating violently. She saw a huge butterfly, blue and black, exactly like the one she dreamed of last night, lying on the glass, motionless, like a specimen. Su Xiliu was petrified in an instant, and her heart became empty. The windows at both ends of the corridor were open. At this time, a strong wind passed through the hall, and this strange butterfly suddenly disappeared. She felt a little dizzy, and it seemed that it was not the butterfly that had disappeared, but herself. Su Xiliu thought about it, was she the butterfly, or was the butterfly herself? For a while, I couldn't find the answer. Walking into the nursing office, someone turned on the lights in broad daylight. The lights were white, like flowing water. All the tables, chairs and utensils seemed to be floating on the water, shaking and shaking, making people dizzy...

Two years later, on New Year's Eve, heavy snow fell in the sky. A heavy-stepping middle-aged man walked on the path of the newspaper dormitory. A thick layer of snowflakes fell on his hair and shoulders, but he seemed unconscious, his desolate eyes staring at the lights of the dormitory building in front of him. He is Zhang Fan, and he has returned from Paris - with career success and heart-breaking pain. In the past two years, he has been thinking about this woman who was deeply hurt by him all the time, and reliving old dreams all the time. Her gentle and bright smile was the only "sunshine" left in his life. Without the sunshine, life would be worse than death. He came to confess to her, and he would rather use everything he had to redeem her love.

I drove forward slowly, relying on my memory. When I realized it, I found that I had already passed the path lined with bushes, which seemed like a dream. I can't help but think about how she spent these years, like a person like Hansen, in such a place, sitting, walking back and forth, sweating in a tin box that was powerless against the heat and cold, day after day, listening to songs like "Summer in My Dreams" and looking at the shadows of oak trees outside the small window and the grass that was about to be eaten. The fallen farm road... She, along with her beauty and the heat of youth, was imprisoned in this barrenness, labor and hopelessness, like a little flower on the wilderness that was mercilessly eroded and withered prematurely... She was right, if her past life was not a dream, then her current life was a dream, a dark green, cold and miscellaneous dream.

My daughter, the government has begun to provide porridge, and several private restaurants and hot pot restaurants have also begun to distribute free disaster relief porridge. We can survive this. Daughter, the mobile phone station has started to be wired, and your voice will be heard soon. Our house only has a few cracks, and it can still be lived in after repairs. Daughter, your mother and I will never get divorced again. The three of us will live well. I promise you that we will be with your mother every day in the future and live happily for the rest of our lives. Can you forgive your father for his past mistakes? ... Ding Xiang held the phone in her hand, gradually warming it up. Ding Xiang knew that the phone already had human body temperature.

So, everything is an illusion. Moreover, it is not the kind of illusion that happens before your eyes and you can reach out and touch it as if you can touch it. This illusion is like a cyst, lurking somewhere in the internal organs. It lasts forever. It is cared for by herself day by day and grows slowly. However, you cannot notice it. Has anything happened since then? Staring may just be because of confusion; speaking in unison because in the eyes of others, they are all aliens; the truth spoken after drinking is no different from nonsense; not daring to move forward because of low self-esteem - this is the biggest joke.

Fan Yan broke up with her boyfriend. As soon as the news came out, no one believed it. Fan Yan's boyfriend is called Cheng Lin, and she and Fan Yan are old classmates. They shared the same desk from elementary school to junior high school. Although Cheng Lin is only one year older than Fan Yan, Cheng Lin treats Fan Yan like a brother treats his sister, and Fan Yan respects Cheng Lin like a sister respects her brother. You help me, I help you, help each other, take care of each other, true childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts. Fan Yan is cute and cute, but because her family is poor, she is often bullied by some wealthy classmates. Whenever this happens, Cheng Lin will step forward, so he is often beaten black and blue by some college students. Fan Yan studies very hard and her grades are always among the best in the class.

The ten founding generals of the Republic each had their own merits in military operations, and their experiences in love also mirrored each other. Among them, General Zhang Yunyi is known as the oldest and the longest revolutionary veteran. His love with his second wife, Han Bi, is legendary and has become a story through the ages. In the autumn of 1923, it was an auspicious day for getting married in the old lunar calendar. In a spacious residence in Guangzhou, a peculiar wedding was being held. The antique crimson-painted furniture adds a bit of warmth to the spacious living room. A large Double Happiness sign on the screen wall opposite the door fills the room with a light festive atmosphere, but the wedding is definitely not the usual noise and firecrackers.

The content of The Little Overlord is gone here. The content he wrote down was fragmentary. He wrote a few sentences in a day, or a sentence in a few months. Each sentence was like a thorn in my heart, and each page seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Reading has become an extremely difficult thing. The embarrassing and sad feelings spread into every pore of me, making me cold, making me hot, and making me unable to find my whereabouts. I closed the book, stared blankly at its cover and started smoking. It was the bully who taught me how to smoke. It was the bully who made me want to stop smoking. It was the bully who made me hurt my lungs and make me sad. I don't feel sleepy after smoking too much, but I am also in a daze, thinking about things as if they are an endless dream. In the dream, you, me and she are running around in confusion looking for a way out, going around in circles but not too far away from the starting point.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on Mingzi, and her whole body felt cold. Yue Chen is already in another country, and reality has become nothing. She said as calmly as possible: "Yuechen, if I tell you where I am now, I'm afraid you will look down upon me. However, today is no longer the past. The me sitting under the poinciana tree in Sun Yangren's garden is no longer the same person." Yuechen did not follow the train of thought. He asked slightly relaxedly: "Do you still like to wear a long purple skirt and long hair on your shoulders?" Chunzi said: "No. Straight gray jeans, a T-shirt, and hair cut short. Yuechen, do you know how much vicissitudes of life are involved in this?" Chunzi shed tears of self-pity, and Yuechen's breath coming from the radio wave was kind. For Mingzi at this time, touching Yue Chen's soul was tantamount to touching his breath. As long as it's his, everything is fine. Yue Chen's nasal voice became thicker: "We are so far away, no matter what vows we make, it will not be true. If there is a small fate, we will meet again; if there is a big fate, we will stay together for a lifetime. Take care!"

In the last issue, Wang Xinyu, the son of painter Wang Yishu, disappeared. A year later, news finally arrived from the young farmer: the trafficker who kidnapped his son and Wang Yishu's son had been caught! Wang Yishu, full of hope, rushed to Fujian with his youngest son to look for the child. The lucky youngest found the child successfully, but he returned disappointed. After getting new clues, he had no choice but to accept boss Qian's threats and inducements. He exchanged paintings for detoxification drugs and funds to open up his joints. Accompanied by the upright and kind-hearted young detective Chen Long, he once again rushed to Fujian to find his son. They pretended to be tea merchants and visited homes where abducted children were kept, pretended to be doctors and went to primary schools where abducted children were concentrated to read palms and inquire about illnesses, ventured into mountain villages with fierce folk customs to look for suspected abducted children, and lurked in the longan forest late at night to arrest the intermediaries who abducted children... However, those abducted children who had gone through so much trouble to find were not his son Wang Xinyu. He shouted in despair: Xinyu, where are you? !

Sun Yu, a young painter who was trafficked in his early years, has been wandering east, west, north and south in recent years. His wallet was stolen in Yunnan, and he was stranded at a train station penniless, like a beggar. Amei, an Asi tribe member, took him in and lived in a hotel owned by Jin Hua, a Bai tribe proprietress. There, he unexpectedly read the manuscript of a novel by writer Deng Lin based on Li Mengchi (Rain Beats the Plantain) and the Golden Flower Boss Lady (Jian Dan Qin Xin). From the unruly middle-aged painter Li Mengchi's actions to escape loneliness, Sun Yu seemed to see the shadow of his father. So he continued to pursue the remaining novel manuscripts from Deng Lin.

When Cheng Zhi woke up, he was surprised to find that all the infusion equipment on his mother's hands, head, and armpits had been removed and they were in a mess. His mother's left hand was actually placed on his sleeping head. The mother stopped breathing and left. The doctor came after hearing the news and asked why all the patient's infusion equipment was pulled out and who did it. Cheng Zhi suddenly seemed to be in a dream, saying that I had a long dream, and it seemed that I pulled it out, but - maybe it was. The doctor stared at Cheng Zhi sternly and emphasized repeatedly that we cannot bear this kind of responsibility and we must find out! The whole family came in the middle of the night and stood quietly by my mother's bedside. After a long time, Chengli said that it was the old lady who used the last bit of strength in her life to send herself away. The old man was considerate of our unfilial descendants, and the merits were fulfilled.

I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart pounding. Liu Qingqing went to the nursing room to get the injection equipment and will be transferred back soon. Today, she must accept my invitation to go to a dance hall or coffee shop to spend this night that is of great significance to me. For this reason, I stayed up all night last night and carefully considered the time and place to raise the issue. So I chose to wait for her at the stairs. Liu Qingqing is beautiful, but stern, and very kind and kind to others, like a hot water bottle that is cool on the outside and hot on the inside.

When the phone rang for the first time, I woke up with a shudder. I turned on the desk lamp and saw that the quartz clock pointed at ten minutes past ten. I dare not answer the phone. I know that the content of the call at this time is basically not good news. As the political commissar of the regiment, I am afraid that something will happen in the regiment; as the boss, I am afraid that something will happen in my hometown. When the third ring rang, I answered the phone hesitantly. It was Dadi calling from his hometown, and his voice was very different from the past: "Brother? My mother is not okay..." Since I installed a phone at Dadi's house, I don't call once, and when I call, there is basically nothing wrong, and there are very few good things. My mother has been ill for many years, and I feel frightened every day. I miss and fear the phone calls from home, especially late at night. As soon as the phone rang, my hair suddenly stood up. I put down the phone and closed my eyes slightly. I felt two lines of tears flowing down my cheeks.

The letter that came to my home from Hainan across thousands of rivers and mountains has been lying quietly on the table. Summer is coming. I sit in front of the window sill on the second floor every day, staring blankly at the sometimes gray and sometimes black sky, feeling sad. It has been raining these days, for ten days, from morning to night, without stopping for a moment. The weather forecast says that the rain will not stop within a week and will continue until early June. Everywhere in the house was wet and stained. The floor tiles looked like they had been splashed with oil and were slippery and shiny. The dining table and wooden chairs in the living room and the large wardrobe in the bedroom had grown a thick layer of white velvet. Even the pole of the wrought iron table lamp on the recently purchased bedside table was rusty. On the seventh day of rain, I felt like my whole body was starting to grow hair. Every day I kept wiping the exposed parts of my body with a dry towel, as if otherwise I would become a piece of wood or an iron rod.

Are you stupid? Tao Ran stood in front of Leng Yue who was crying so hard that he waved his slender arms. If someone wants your husband, give in. If someone wants your life tomorrow, will you give it in? Before Tao Ran finished speaking, Leng Yue had already collapsed on the sofa crying. Before she was crying sadly and plaintively, but now she was crying heartbreakingly. Tao Ran felt distressed, took out a napkin from the coffee table, helped Leng Yue up from the sofa, and handed the napkin to her: "What's the use of crying? You won't discuss such a big matter with me." Leng Yue took the napkin and glanced at Tao Ran. Seeing Tao Ran's pitiful and resentful look, she knew that Tao Ran blamed her for not getting divorced so easily. But what can be done! What would you do when you see your husband entangled with another woman? Swearing like a bitch? She doesn't know how to talk to her husband emotionally and rationally? She couldn't do it either.

Being a lover is something that makes people both happy and confused. Usually they fall in love with each other desperately for a period of time, and then break up in the end. Of course I want to have a lover who is both happy and not sloppy, but this is impossible. I have known for a long time that God is an old guy who loves to joke. Since He has given you happiness, He will definitely give you pain. Therefore, I am always on guard against any breach of defense when dealing with women.

Yang Junfeng thought that his relationship with Leng Siyu was completely over. The incident was not violent, but rather unprecedented. March in Stone Forest is very warm. Women who are sensitive to the climate have begun to take off their winter clothes and put on long skirts. The streets and alleys are full of spring flowers. After dinner, Yang Junfeng stood at the door of the store, lazily picking his teeth, but his eyes were focused on the beef restaurant opposite. The beef restaurant's waiter, Fat San, was washing the floor with a plastic pipe in his hand. Another female worker was closing the doors one by one. The beef restaurant was closed. As soon as the beef restaurant closes, it is announced that the poker game is open. Yang Junfeng said to Leng Siyu that I was going to play cards, and then swayed into the beef restaurant. Leng Siyu didn't say a word, she still put away the dishes meticulously.

Perhaps any brilliant star has unknown sunspots and flares; similarly, behind any fame and success there are unspeakable tears and pain. Behind the success and fame of celebrities, surrounded by flowers and halos, how many little-known family entanglements and emotional twists and turns are hidden? In this issue, we have specially selected the emotional stories between film and television stars Chen Kun, Xie Na, Lu Chuan and Chen Peisi and their fathers for the readers' enjoyment. 1. Chen Kun: How painful is the love between father and son in the tears of divorced children? The little boy resents his father for no apparent reason; as time goes by, how deep is the misunderstanding between father and son? The blood-blooded father and son are connected heart to heart, and the family relationship returns to overcome the indifference and storm. On September 27, 2008, a new oriental fantasy film called "Painted Skin" was released in theaters nationwide and received rave reviews. In this movie, Chen Kun, who played the general, left a deep impression on the audience.

A'duo received a call from her father. At that time, she had just returned to her manager's office after meeting Wang Ke. A'duo poured a glass of water and thought about the man named Wang Ke whom he met today. This man is a returnee from Australia and is forty-four years old. The man is very gentlemanly and straightforward. From the moment we meet to the moment we leave, men are the ones doing the talking. He talked about his marriage, his hobbies, and his plans. Speaking of which, the man in front of me, regardless of his appearance, conversation, and some background behind him, is a good match for A Duo. But somehow, A'duo always felt that there was a long distance between him and the man he called his partner in his heart. Just after she came out of the cafeteria where she met Wang Ke, her good sister Yafei came over and asked, "How are you doing, A'duo?"

Nine years ago, when Liangqi first came, Secretary Wang Qihong accompanied him laughing and joking, telling dirty jokes and making out with each other. She even rolled up her trouser legs to accompany him across the south river. The water in the river was really cold. They walked a long way south. The south was full of sloping land, which could not retain rainwater and was not suitable for growing crops. "I want to own such a large piece of land." Liangqi pointed to the surrounding slopes and said to secretary Wang Qihong. Secretary Wang Qihong said, "Liangqi, you can do whatever you want. You can use this land as you want, just like you use your wife. If you use it hard, if you don't use it hard, you will be a pustule!" What is the time? Time is like a sharp arrow, and nine years passed in a flash.

The spring of 1939 was so long, just like this lingering night, long and cold. Shanghai has been occupied for a long time, but the French Concession is still a feast for the eyes, and the whistle coming from the Huangpu River is long and distant. Accompanied by the dance music of tuberose, drinking brandy and champagne, I don't know how many dance partners I changed. Haha, they are all coquettish and sexy, which makes people fall in love with them. Oh, I'm already dizzy and can't play anymore. I want to take a break and replenish my energy. Pushing open the door of the Vienna Ballroom, I glanced at the Lawrence watch on my wrist. It was already two o'clock in the morning, so it was early to go home tonight.

The golden breeze blows coolly, the sun's shadow slants to the west, and the courtyard is silent. The faint setting sun passed through the bead curtain and shone on a pot of budding chrysanthemums on the table. When Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji woke up from his nap and stretched, he saw that Master Li beside him had already woken up and was leaning on the bed with his clothes on, gazing at him lovingly. He couldn't help but smile, reached out and pinched her small red lips. He slowly put on his clothes, put his arm around Shishi's shoulders, and walked with her to the desk. The two sat side by side on a large chair. Shishi's chin rested on his shoulder, her peach cheeks gently leaning against his face. Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty admired the chrysanthemums on the table with great interest.

According to the old owner's account, I was captured by dog ​​dealers. The master was very dissatisfied with this. He didn't believe what the old master said. He thought it was the old master who killed me, so he asked the young master for confirmation. But the little master didn't know the truth. The little master is a poor child. He is only in the first grade this year. When he was eight years old, the mistress left. She went to heaven, and she went to heaven with all her illnesses. I came to this dilapidated home the year my mistress went to heaven. Two years ago, a new mistress came to this home. It was from this moment on that the eldest master started not to trust the old master. Even regarding my death, he didn't believe what the old master said. I understand the mood of the great master very well. But now, I don't want to dwell on the topic of "death."

Feixi did not raise her head, but raised the corners of her lips slightly. There was still no smile on her face, but it was a bit softer than when she was staring at the satin surface seriously and stiffly. It would probably look better, if there wasn't that scar. At the same time, the long needle in her hand was passing through the alchemy-colored satin, and her slender fingers jumped back and forth along with the needles, dropping streaks of ink-colored blue. Until a colorful peacock came to life on the brocade, the scarlet needle dropped, and she stood up slowly: "Ayan." She has opened this shop for two years. When people stay in one place for a long time, they will become familiar with everything around them. For example, if you hear footsteps in the distance, you can guess who it is. Ji Yan, dressed in green and brown brocade clothes, stood ten feet away politely: "Whose happy event is this?"

Aman, who served as a soldier, was once famous for a while, but because he liked to take matters seriously, he was not promoted. After changing his career, he made a living by picking up rags in a situation of low self-esteem and low self-esteem, and eventually died inexplicably. The image of Aman is both ridiculous and deplorable, and has quite the character traits of contemporary Ah Q. But who can say that we don't have the shadow of Ah Q in real life? The snow that was flying all over the sky fell slowly all night. It is already seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and there is no intention of stopping yet, as if it is trying to create a tragic atmosphere. In the row of bungalows at the southeast corner of the courtyard for military families, people came in and out from time to time, and a few people placed wreaths at the door. Placing a wreath indicates that someone has passed away. After asking around, I found out that Aman died suddenly, which no one expected.

Spruce returned to the red house and soon came out again. She walked to the parking space and talked to the tour guide. The car started to move, and the tour guide said to me through the car window, "See you tomorrow morning." Tomorrow morning we will take the TCV high-speed train back to Paris. Yunshan told me, brother, I will drive you back to the hotel. She still calls me brother. She went into the house and after a while came out with a cup of coffee. She put the coffee on the wooden table in front of me and said, blueberry. I slowly sipped the cup of blueberry coffee. The taste is a bit strange. She and I occasionally looked at each other, but most of the time we just looked at the sea under the cliff and the sea in the distance.

Later, I had many interactions with Lin Yansong, always drinking tea and chatting together. He still gave me the same feeling. To me, he was a perfect man. I was very reserved in front of him, and our conversations were either dull or sluggish. But I enjoy spending time with him. Every time I see him, it is a grand festival for me. I clean myself up bit by bit from the inside out. He let go of me and started driving. But ten minutes later, the car parked downstairs of my house. He came to kiss me again and said, "Go home. I can't do that. What can I give you?" I kissed him and said, are you a fool or don't you love me? He stopped kissing me, stroked my hair and said don't be stupid, go home. I went home and had sex with Su Heng while crying. At this point I don't know if I am in heaven or hell. Zhong Qinqin is right, there are two men in my bed.

I can't tell what the relationship is between them? Even the parties themselves don't know. Friends? Not like that. They ate and lived together and did things that only lovers do. Lover? It's not like that the two of them don't call each other, they each have their own crush, and they even give each other advice. However, whenever that Xinjiang girl needs help. No matter mentally or materially, my old classmate will try his best to help her, in his words. It is not easy for a little girl to live alone in Beijing. And the Xinjiang girl also regarded him as her big brother who talked about everything, saying that he was her only relative in Beijing.

More than an hour later, Maizi received a strange phone call. The area code of this phone number is no longer 0571, but 0575. In other words, this phone number is no longer from Hangzhou. But the voice on the phone was very familiar. Maizi could recall the dark face covered with earthworms, the hunched appearance of the man, and the hoarse voice of his woman who spoke little. Maizi said, what's wrong? Maizi didn't say the second half of the sentence. Maizi knew that this man must be sad. She originally wanted to say the second half of the sentence, have you regretted it? The voice on the phone seemed to be crawling from a very far away place, from another city to Hangzhou. It crawled heavily into Maizi's ears with a stooped body. Maizi, I stuffed the money you gave us into your 306 mailbox downstairs. There is only more than an hour, I believe no postman will open it. If you go to pick it up, put it away quickly. We never thought about taking your money. You can give us the last good time with Luo Si, which already makes us satisfied.

Shi Yan turned around and first saw the surprise in the woman's eyes, and then saw Trojan's smile. The face that had always been expressionless was like a flower that had been in bud for a long time and suddenly bloomed so brilliantly. This innocent smile made Shi Yan feel inexplicably happy. His nose felt sore and his eyes suddenly became moist. He called me? Shi Yan asked. He couldn't believe that a child who hadn't made a sound in months was talking. But indeed, the Trojan horse spoke. When the woman came over with him in her arms, Shi Yan saw that the child's mouth was constantly moving. Although his pronunciation was very jerky and unclear, Shi Yan still heard clearly. What came out of the Trojan's mouth was two words: Dad.