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Many people laughed when his name was called, and some said it was a blessing that your last name was not "xing". Xie Shengsheng himself thought it was funny, but he didn't refute it. No matter how your life goes, aren't you grateful for life? Of course, I would also like to thank my adoptive father for raising me and passing on the family business to me. The family property is not big, just a place where second-hand goods are piled, three tile-roofed houses and a yard. The place is nice, but it is far away from the city in the countryside. Every day, I have to ride a tricycle for an hour to go to the city to collect goods. There is a loudspeaker in front of the tricycle, which contains the voice he recorded: "We collect second-hand goods, old electrical appliances, old furniture, newspapers, scraps, the price is fair, and we do not bully young and old." The horn is powered by a small battery. The battery is scrapped, but it can still be used after he has finished it.

Liu Cai rolled down from Wang Dajuanzi's body, gasping for breath while smacking the pleasure just now. He sat up abruptly, remembering what his mother had told him, and hurriedly pulled out the straw paper that had been placed under Wang Dajuanzi's buttocks, and looked at it with his eyes. A large piece of the scratched toilet paper was only wet, and there was no blood stain as he and his mother expected. Liu Cai's fat face instantly distorted, and he suddenly yelled, threw the tissue paper on Wang Dajuanzi's face, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Tell me, when did you have anything to do with San Juanzi?"

If you love me, we will find a small island to spend our whole lives. There will be sea, blue sky, and coconut trees there. We will never be separated and stay together forever... Since the shipwreck, Li Xue has suffered from insomnia because her favorite boy died in the shipwreck. She bought a bottle of silver nail polish from Li Xue, and she would lightly paint her nails when she had insomnia. She remembered that the last time she saw the boy, the boy said to her: "Your nails are the most beautiful I have ever seen!" After the summer vacation, Li Xue worked in a fashion store on Xiushui Street and usually lived in the attic of the fashion store. On this day, Li Xue couldn't help but shed tears when she thought of the boy's words.

In the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Weiguang built a new house in his hometown Shiyanggou and married a young woman. On the day the house was completed, he placed 28 salutes in front of the courtyard gate, with paper flakes flying like snowflakes. The salute gun was rented from the city. It had a brass-plated body and was as majestic as a presidential inauguration. Jiang Weiguang also walks around like a president. He waved his hand and said, "Let go!" The salute went off, 28 times, boom-boom-boom--, which scared away the sparrows and red-billed emperors in the valley. People are happy. Because of this arrangement and scene, people had only heard of it in legends in the past, but now it happened right under their noses. Of course, Jiang Weiguang opened the eyes of the villagers far more than this. He asked the men from the villages who had made their fortune in the construction industry with him in Hohhot to wear military band uniforms.

It was so strange to say that I knew no one would believe it. That was more than thirty years ago. I was very young at that time and lived with my wife in a house on the west end of the village. When we first moved here, the room was empty. The village chief (his surname is Qian, he is the only big fat man in the village, but even behind his back, the villagers rarely call him Fatty Qian, but always the village chief) told us that the house is empty anyway, you can live in it if you want. I never thought that such a good thing would happen to me, so I happily moved in with Meilan (my wife). The house was located on a hillside at the western end of the village. It was some distance away from the nearest homes in the village, so it seemed very deserted at night. We didn't think anything of it at first, because it was the first time that Meilan and I really had our own home.

My father's third anniversary is coming, and according to the custom of my hometown, I have to "celebrate it". In my hometown, after a person dies, the first, third, fifth and tenth anniversaries must be "celebrated". "After a while" means to ask Yin and Yang to do things and chant sutras to achieve salvation. My father worked as a long-term laborer when he was seven years old and suffered a lifetime of hardship. On the day of his death, he plowed the fields all morning. We have raised eight brothers and sisters throughout our lives, and each of them has a family, a career, and successors. He has never killed a bird in his life, and when he sees chickens pecking at each other and dogs fighting, he still has to persuade them to stay away. What does he need to transcend? However, I have to remember that "passing for a while" is a rule, a etiquette, and a ritual. People need a sense of ritual. If you think about it carefully, "passing by" is meaningful and indispensable. The deceased's friends and fellow villagers from all over the world will come to burn paper and incense, eat and drink, and talk about the deceased. This is an irreplaceable memory and an extension of the gratitude and respect of the children and grandchildren.

Lu Taibao's carpenter passed away suddenly. This is really a big deal in Luotuo Town! Moreover, anyone who knew Mr. Lu Taibao, the carpenter in Luotuo Town or even Quanlian City, found it incomprehensible that his incredible and legendary life and his death were also inexplicable. What happened was that four days ago in the morning, his son Lu Xiajie was getting married in a few days. The woman was a college student who had just graduated two years ago. Uncle Lu Jiyong and his old father, our carpenter Lu Taibao, got up early and started cleaning up the house and courtyard. Lu Xiajie opened a company called 21st Century Biological Products Company in the city. This was his second marriage. Not long after the first marriage, his wife returned to her parents' home and died in a car accident. Lu Xiajie is my clan brother and my high school classmate. His name is Lu Xiajie, and my name is Lu Xiayu. We are the same age.

Fang Yue was a wealthy woman with a villa in the southwest suburbs of Beijing. One day she finally caught her husband cheating on her, got divorced, married to Japan, and finally returned to China. Her life experience told her, "A man can love someone and sleep with someone else, but a woman can't. When she wants to retaliate against the other person in the same way, her love no longer exists." Her life experience also told her: some people have a house but not a home, and some people have a home but not a house. Readers, do you think this is the case? My second landlord was a drunkard. His name is Fang Changgui. He is in his 40s. He has a strong build and a thick throat. His words have a buzzing echo. I always thought that such a broad voice was more suitable for singing bel canto, but he chose to drink - a four-tael beer glass, and he drank it all as soon as he raised his neck, as if it was poured directly into his stomach without passing through his throat.

Before I met him, I thought my life would be so insignificant and pass by insipidly, just like any woman, growing up, getting married, having children, and living her whole life caring for her family. Because the women around me all lived this way - my mother, my grandmother and my sister who was a whole round older than me. I think it is natural for women to follow the rules of life rigidly from birth. No matter how times change, the trajectory of a woman's life will always follow the path taken by her predecessors. Growing up, getting married, and having children are all like routine. The same is true for life, and the same is true for love. Until I met him. Before we met, he had lived in the city of Shenzhen for five years. In his words, those were the most depraved five years of his life. I never understood how he embarked on that "degenerate" path in the first place.

Nightmares that are repeated many times must be a bad omen. This morning, after Ji Dong woke up, he carefully analyzed last night's dream: In the parking lot, Ji Dong held the remote control key in his hand and anxiously looked for his black Hongqi car. After hearing the sound of the car being unlocked, he ran over with joy, but when he saw it up close, it was not his Hongqi car. So, is something important about to be lost? Is it really his Hongqi car? Probably not, because if the car is insured, it will not be lost even if it is stolen. Could it be a human being? One person? Who could that person be? Does this recurring nightmare mean that death is imminent? The monkey-faced old maid upstairs was loudly teaching her wise or foolish parrot to repeat "I love you" as she did on any other morning.

When intern Mei Xiaomei shyly sat in front of financial manager Xia Sha, Xia Sha was stunned. Xia Sha thought that she had never seen such a beautiful complexion in real life. There is no flaw at all, as if there is a layer of fine white powder on it, or a layer of fine white down. The white powder and the down blend seamlessly together, giving off a wonderful and holy luster, giving birth to the idiom called "skin is like gelatin" that Xia Sha has imagined all her life. "The hands are like catkins, the skin is like gelatin, the collar is like a cricket grub, and the teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros; the head is like a moth-like eyebrow, the smile is charming, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it." When she was a few years old, Xia Sha clung to the handle of a mahogany chair and listened to her great-grandfather leaning on the back of the chair to read the Book of Songs. These few sentences were hard to understand at first, and then they became unforgettable.

Yan Deliang, a native of Hengyang, Hunan, was born in the early 1950s. He once served as an educated youth, workshop director, factory director, editor, etc. He began writing in the late 1970s and published several works in publications such as "Spark", "Hunan Literature", "Literary Circle", "Shuofang", and "China Railway Literature and Art". Now lives in Chenzhou, Hunan. My mother was a child bride and came to my grandfather's house when she was about five or six years old. My grandma led me and kowtowed to my grandparents. When my mother went to play, my grandma pulled away and walked away. During those days, my mother cried and searched for my grandma everywhere, and refused to eat for days and nights. The tragic situation is similar to that of abducted children today. From then on, she lived a life of dependence in her husband's house. When I was fifteen, my mother and father consummated their marriage and gave birth to me at the end of the same year. That year happened to be the year of liberation, and the new marriage law was being implemented. My father wanted a divorce, but his grandfather slapped him until his ears bled.

Sun Xuejun, male, born in 1970, is from Siping, Jilin. He started writing in the 1990s, and has published more than 300 poems and reviews (first pieces) in domestic publications such as "Writer", "Poetry Magazine", "Stars" and "Poetry". In recent years, he has devoted himself to novel creation, and some of his novels have been selected by "Selected Novels" and "Selected Novellas". He is currently a member of the Jilin Provincial Writers Association and the vice chairman and secretary-general of the Siping Writers Association. Works in the Publicity Department of Siping City Public Security Bureau, Jilin Province. Every Sunday afternoon, Peng Yu's grandmother would go to her aunt's house to take care of her little cousin Mumu. My aunt is a nurse in the city center hospital. She works shifts on weekdays. When she doesn't work shifts on Sundays, she has to work part-time at a community clinic. My uncle is a technician at a road and bridge construction company affiliated with the Transportation Bureau. He works on projects all year round. He is rarely at home and has no time to take care of the children.

Something happened to Chen Xiangdong. When she received a call from her best friend Zhang Hong to report the news, Li Mei was walking in the center of the Rainbow Bridge where she commuted every day. She felt the shaking of the bridge suddenly intensified due to the traffic, as if an earthquake had hit the bottom of the river. She was shivering all over and couldn't breathe for a long time. After half a minute, the sound of "Hey, hey, hey" from the other side filled her eardrums, and she realized that she was leaning against the railing, motionless. "What happened? Is he dead?" Li Mei's hand subconsciously grabbed the railing, her voice was as weak as if she had just drowned on the beach. "No. But it's almost the same." "What on earth is going on!" Li Mei had no patience to listen to this ambiguous statement, as if she had been stung by a bee, and became hysterical uncontrollably.

In Wang Xiaojun's memory, the adults in the salt workers' dormitory worked the night shift, and flashlights were indispensable equipment for them. The starting premise slipped into my hand, looking very impressive. With a click, the switch was turned on. The path leading to the work area was originally dark and long and difficult to walk. As soon as the flashlight was turned on, it was suddenly illuminated by a snow-white beam of light. The light shot out from the round capital of the flashlight, like a big broom with a long tail, sweeping along the dirt road. The working areas where salt workers work are close to the seaside and far away from their residences. Even if they ride with a favorable wind, it still takes an hour.

My daughter's classmate Meimei is here, and Yaya's father is having an affair! There seemed to be problems between Yaya's father and Yaya's mother before he had an affair. Yaya's father doesn't know where he went wrong. Yaya's mother doesn't know where she went wrong. Yaya's father desperately wanted to find out the existing problem and searched for a long time. Yaya's mother also wanted to find out the problem, and she searched for a long time, but neither of them could find out the well-hidden problem. Just because you can't find it doesn't mean the problem doesn't exist. Sometimes people are very strange. The more they can't find something, and that thing obviously exists, they will be very anxious, eager to catch it, take out the problem hidden in the dark and see where the crux is. Just like taking out all the clothes in the closet to bask in the sun on June 6th in the summer.

In order to pursue girls in big cities, he used bullets, grenades, pistols and other weapons. Later, he went to war for a village girl. Treat blindness as lonely bravery, regard the morbid aesthetics of the times as personal heroism, who can become crazy or demonic due to love? I finally plucked up the courage to ask my sister: "Who is this person? He always writes to you at home? The postman has come three times this week." Before that, we, my sister and brother, had an agreement: not to peek into each other's diaries, not to open each other's letters, and not to inquire about each other's private affairs, which is referred to as the "Three Nos". My sister learned this from foreign novels, mainly Soviet novels of course.

"Go find a job where you don't need to talk!" The boss's words to Dong Guangguang a few minutes ago were still ringing in his ears, and he was kicked out by the security guard who was his colleague just now. Before the glass door was completely closed behind me, snowflakes were drifting over one after another. Dong Guangguang looked at the glass display window across the street. The warm light was blocked by snowflakes. Snowflakes blocked the light one after another, making Dong Guangguang's eyes look even more blurred. The falling snowflakes made Dong Shiguang feel cold all over. In this strange city, unemployment has become a common occurrence. As long as someone glances over from across the desk and says softly: "You don't have to come to work tomorrow." At this time, Dong Guangguang will put down the work he is doing, stand up and leave silently. Yes, he has changed many jobs in this city for more than three years.

Every weekend, I take Wu Mian to the 11th branch of McDonald's to have his teeth punched. This has become a habit. But I never expected to meet Xiu Mingde here. Like me, he brought his children to McDonald's. We sat at two adjacent tables. I recognized him, but he didn't recognize me. I heard Xiu Mingde ask his son: Is it delicious? Do you want another one? I was secretly studying Xiu Mingde and why his wife Xia Shan didn't come with him? It was at this time that Xia Shan suddenly walked in, floating towards the table like a colorful balloon. She saw me, half-smiling but not smiling, with some complicated expressions appearing alternately on her face. Later, I left first. I didn't expect that Xia Shan would follow me out. She pointed at Wu Mian beside me and asked, "How old is your son?"

The sound of brakes of an elementary school bus was heard. Then there was the creak of the iron gate of the yard and the sound of footsteps running on the path in the middle of the lawn. There was no need for me to look at the clock on the kitchen wall. The time is a quarter past four in the afternoon. The door was open, I took off my apron and shouted: "Take off your coat, wash your hands and face. Don't throw your schoolbag on the floor in the corridor." I pushed the tissue box to the center of the table, turned around and took out the milk from the refrigerator, and the four little guys were already standing at the door of the kitchen. I said, "Good afternoon. You didn't say you had a guest. Go and change your coat, and your friend's refreshments will be ready." Thank God, they only brought one guest. I looked at the little girl. She was standing between Almina and Alsina, with her legs crossed. She was taller than the twins, but compared with the two chubby cheeks, she looked pale and thin. Armin stood a few steps behind them, chewing gum and looking at the girl's long hair.

In 202 AD, Major Angre and his partner Lieutenant Lan Yue investigated the outsider invasion case. As the case progressed, Angre gradually fell in love with Lan Yue, but found that Lan Yue was actually...

In the morning, Captain Luo came. He handed a brown baggage to Scorpion and asked Scorpion to deliver it to Tangjiahui on the evening of April 9th. Captain Luo said that the contents of the bag were very important and no one should know about it except Scorpion himself. To the outside world, he said that the contents were the tax receipts and land deeds seized during the riots. Scorpion asked, is it just me? Captain Luo pushed a pocket watch in front of Scorpion and said, all return to the team and participate in the reorganization, you will be the captain. Hearing that he was asked to take the lead, Scorpion grinned. It was an uncontrollable little pride, but he immediately restrained himself, and then said solemnly, captain, please rest assured and promise to complete the task. Captain Luo said, it is not a guarantee, but it must be possible and must be done. Yes! It can be done, it must be done! Captain Luo nodded with satisfaction, and then introduced the contact person's situation to Scorpion.

During World War II, the French Count Chart joined the anti-Nazi forces for revenge, used his Nightingale Troupe to assassinate Nazis, and fell in love with the Nazi officer Portman.

The word "Peng" for friend is composed of two moons, and its meaning must be open and aboveboard, illuminating each other. Real good friends are rare in a person's life, but I can definitely say: Lu Shi is one of these rare good friends in my life. --Excerpted from the diary in time. Recently, a short article titled "Shadow Stone Inscription" was circulated in a friend's WeChat circle. I said it was interesting and profound. That night while enjoying the coolness on the bank of the Xiang River downstairs, he suddenly remembered this incident again. He quickly turned on his phone and looked it up in WeChat. He felt that the style of writing was very familiar, "It's like a strange stone, buried deep for a long time. I abandon myself and am ashamed of my ugliness..." After only reading one verse, he couldn't help but call Lu Shi. When he asked, he found out that it was indeed written by him.

Yu Shi, whose real name is Shi Yukui, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Prose Poetry Society. He has published more than 1.6 Million words of novels, more than 300 chapters of prose poems, and 6 collections of personal works, including: the novels "Horizon" and "Love is Not a Paradise for Women", the novella collections "A Broad Career" and "Bad Harvest Years", and the collections of prose poems "Mildew" and "Everything has to do with the wind". His works have won many excellent engineering awards and more than 20 domestic awards for novels, prose and prose poetry. Liang Tianzhu turned the globe in his hand very fast. He knew that from now on, he would never need it again. He squatted on the ground and watched the colorful sphere slowly stop, feeling full of contradictions in his heart.

Twenty years ago, a bout of periodontitis made Du Feng's life a mess. Du Feng's teeth were always in good condition, but that day, his gums were inflamed, and half of his face was swollen like a piece of bread being clasped sideways. From the first moment she saw herself in the mirror, she made up her mind not to see Ou Fengpei. The problem is, if Ou Fengpei is an ordinary person, he will disappear if he disappears. In those years, Du Feng turned around and disappeared a lot of people, but Ou Fengpei is the brother-in-law of the principal of No. 18 Middle School. A few days ago, the principal's wife Ou Fengyi met Du Feng's mother after class and said happily, "Hey, you look so good. Are you going to be a grandmother?" Du Feng's mother was a little surprised by these sudden words. Before all kinds of feelings could arise, she opened her mouth and burst out laughing.

Before getting off work, Su Yizhen received a call from Qian Wenyi, saying that there would be a reunion of college classmates that evening. Conrad Restaurant at Raffles City. "I heard that Du Yuan will attend with his family. Dress up beautifully and compare with that little woman, so that Du Yuan will regret it -" across the phone, Su Yizhen wanted to cover that big mouth with one hand and said repeatedly: "You are the only one who knows about this matter. If you tell others, I will I will definitely be angry." Qian Wenyi reassured her, "I am the most measured person. I know clearly what should be said and what should not be said." During dinner, Du Yuan indeed brought his girlfriend, who was sweet, petite, and talked like a Huzhou rice dumpling. All the boys privately praised Du Yuan for his good vision.

To be honest, I was not happy when I got the admission notice from the normal school. Before that, my high school entrance examination scores had reached the cutoff of key high schools. I wanted to go to high school and take the college entrance examination. Secondary normal schools are where primary school teachers are trained, but there is no shortage of teachers in primary schools in the city. A large number of graduates have returned to the countryside. Many young teachers in the May 7th Union where I am located are newly assigned normal graduates. Our purpose in taking the exam is to leave the countryside, study for a while and then come back again. This obviously goes against our original intention. But my parents didn't think so at the time. In their view, going to school and eating commercial food was like a carp jumping over the dragon's door. No matter where I worked, I was a city dweller. The identity of a city dweller is a flag. Such a flag cannot be seen in the city, but it is different in the countryside. Wherever it floats, it will make a whirring sound.

Quanzhou, Wanshou Road, South Gate. Not far away, the Jinjiang River, which passed through the 16th century, was flowing continuously, and the sound of lapping the shore came from far and nearer. Li Zhi's three-bay, two-deep courtyard looks particularly solemn today, and his wife Huang Yiren is terminally ill. In front of the hospital bed, their daughter Li Gongyi and her son-in-law Zhuang Chunfu looked sad and anxious. They looked at their mother, who had a haggard and emaciated face. Her beautiful eyes, which revealed her charm, were now covered with a layer of dim light. Her dull skin color was diffused with black aura, and her gray-brown fingertips seemed to be exploring the edge of death. Zhuang Chunfu glanced at Li Gongyi, and she walked out of the door knowingly. He said to his wife: "My mother's illness is getting more and more serious. I have called in all the famous doctors in Quanzhou City, but she has not improved yet. If my father knew about it... Oh, why wouldn't this make people anxious?!"

At around nine o'clock in the evening, my brother called me, asked me about my health as usual, and then chatted to maintain the relationship between brothers. Finally, he said: "I disappeared one day, you go home and see me!" He disappeared, I went home to see him, can I see him? I was about to ask him when I heard a beep; when I called back, he turned off his phone. Before he finished speaking, he turned off his phone. What happened? After waiting for a while, I called again and the phone finally got through. He said that in the hardware warehouse, the signal was unstable and calls were cut off automatically. I said, "You suddenly said you were missing. Did something serious happen?" He said, "People always talk a lot, so don't worry if you talk nonsense." My brother is sixty-five years old. According to the standards of the World Health Organization, he is at the end of his youth. He is not particularly old.

Shitou Kuang Village is located in the hinterland of the mountains, with high mountains, thin fields, and rugged roads. It is one of the famous poor villages in southwest Shandong. Because of poverty, there are many bachelors in the village among the older generation, and few of them can marry a wife. Therefore, Shitokuang Village is also known as the "Singles Village". In recent years, the situation in the village has changed. No one wants to stay in the village to work on the yellow land. Those who can't go to school go out to work. After a few years of hard work, with the help of their parents, they spend all their money to buy a house in the city with a loan, start a family and start a business, and become half city dwellers. Gradually, the bachelor's village no longer lives up to its name. There are two brothers in Guanggun Village. The elder brother is Liu Hongjun and the younger brother is Liu Hongbing. The brothers' mother died when they were young, and their father, Liu Shouli, tightened his belt and raised them up. He also managed to provide for them to finish high school, and then went home to work in farming.

What I want to tell you is the story of my friend Zuo Jingtang. He was dead, in his early thirties. People who die short-lived always have stories, right? Before his death, Zuo Jingtang was unknown in Xiangnan City. After his death he became famous. The death of Zuo Jingtang, as a somewhat legendary joke, has been circulated in the streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants of Xiangnan City for a long time. It not only enriched the amateur cultural life of citizens, but also made people sigh with emotion after hearing it. In fact, Zuo Jingtang was just singing before he died. What was slightly special was that it was already late at night. This is not the right time to sing. This is not surprising. In the city psychiatric hospital in the southern suburbs, there are many kinds of cunning and weird craziness. It's a place where crazy people gather. Since it is different from the norm, it must be stopped.

I am the adopted son of an exorcist. I served two years and seven months in prison for carrying a vat. On the day I was released from prison, my adoptive mother passed away. The double cavities between her and her adoptive father had been built when his adoptive father passed away years earlier. However, the township government did not allow burial and required 100% cremation. They said it was to develop tourism. When I was worried to death, my childhood friend gave me an idea: go to the crematorium to get a certificate. Where does the crematorium certification come from? Carry a dead man and burn him. Where do dead people come from? Hehe, the secret must not be revealed. Anyway, from then on I got into the business of selling dead people. Cross the Qingshui River and head south, towards the mountains, keep going, go over Jigong Ridge and then go west, all the way to the west, to the end of the sunset, there is a place called Tiantang Mountain. Three provinces border this place, with a vast land and sparsely populated areas, deep mountains and old valleys, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. It has been a place to avoid chaos and seek peace since ancient times.

In my profession, I have seen all kinds of strange people, and I shouldn't be so entangled in a case that happened ten years ago. But in fact, often a familiar or unfamiliar woman who looks extremely normal will remind me of Chen Xiaomi, and I even wonder if there is a Chen Xiaomi living in their body. In this case, please allow me to organize it in words. I want to try to find Chen Xiaomi. Maybe Chen Xiaomi hadn't gone far. She would have opened a magazine somewhere at a certain time, and then she would have come back. Maybe Chen Xiaomi wanted to say something about herself and herself. I don't guarantee that every detail can be restored, but it's generally correct.

He Meiying is 43 years old this year. Since she was diagnosed with infertility at the age of 29, she has been beaten and scolded by her husband every day. He Meiying's husband is Wang Daji, a painter in a 4S store. When he comes home every day, there is a strong smell of paint on his body and even in his hair. Wang Daji never laid a finger on He Meiying before she was 29 years old. Although he was also an alcoholic at that time, after drinking too much, he only threw things, such as bowls, plates, and flower jars... However, since he learned that he would have no children, he stopped throwing things and beat his wife instead. He has his own debts, and his wife pays them as soon as they hit her. If something breaks, she still has to spend money to buy it. It's not that He Meiying has never thought about divorce, but she can't afford it. Although Wang Daji does not have a formal job, he has a skill at least. If he has a skill, he will never starve to death. He can eat dry food and at least make He Meiying drink watery food.

Wang Zhichao finally stood at the door of Room 201, No. 15, Zhangxiang Village, dragging his suitcase. He had disheveled hair on his head and was wearing a crumpled off-brand suit. The scorching sun had exposed a thin layer of grease on his face. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and fine beads of sweat broke in his palms. After regaining his composure, Wang Zhichao pushed open the door to the room, and a strong smell of smoke rushed into his face, almost choking him. Through the smoke that fills the room, the scenery inside is blurry, but you can have a panoramic view. Wang Zhichao's first impression of the room was that it was crowded and chaotic. After the smell of smoke dissipated, the thick odor began to show up and penetrated into Wang Zhichao's nostrils. The smell was mixed with the smell of sweat, smelly shoes, and the smell of leftover food. It had fermented and filled every corner of the room.

While at work, Zheng Ping received a call from his father in his hometown. My father said, someone came to ask for the money you borrowed when you got married. I don't have it at home at the moment, so I can only call you and think of a way to remit it immediately. Zheng Ping held the microphone and was stunned for a long time before vaguely agreeing to his father. Zheng Ping graduated from high school and worked as a substitute teacher for two years, and then worked at a township radio station. During this period, I took self-study exams for more than a dozen liberal arts majors, and achieved excellent results in all of them. In the second half of last year, the township government's institutional reforms and downsizing of personnel caused a temporary disturbance and panic. You are looking for a relationship, and he is trying to find a relationship, but he still clings to his nest and refuses to let go. Zheng Ping had no backing, and his eyesight was dark; moreover, he was a hired employee without a formal establishment, so he was naturally dismissed. Just when he was worried about his future, at the beginning of the year, the city radio station was recruiting editing staff.

Zuo Xingrong and Leng Juan were classmates in junior high school. Zuo Xingrong is an introverted boy who is not good at talking. He has average academic performance and has no hobbies or specialties. He is a very inconspicuous type in the class. However, despite his slight body, there is perseverance and persistence between his eyebrows. But Leng Juan is just the opposite. She is lively and cute, with a pair of big watery eyes that are particularly charming, and her voice is as beautiful as the clear singing of a lark. Not only is she among the best in studies, but she is also the cultural and sports committee member of the class and is very talented. At that time, many boys in the class liked Leng Juan, and some even worked up the courage to pursue her, but they repeatedly hit a wall. Because Leng Juan feels that it is too early to talk about these things. Despite this, she still looks forward to a beautiful and vigorous love that will favor her.

When Xiaoxia knocked on the door and came in, Liu Xing was holding his hands behind his head, leaning on the bedside, thinking over and over what happened during the day. The room had probably not been occupied for a long time, and it had a faint damp smell. The building was very quiet, an empty silence, and the roar of cars could be heard from time to time on the road outside the window. Xiaoxia's steps were as light as a gust of wind. She came over and put the thermos on the bedside table. She glanced at Liu Xing with flashing eyes and said, "Brother, do you want to take a shower? There is hot water now." Liu Xing said, "Really?" He looked at her, a little undecided. Country people generally don't have the habit of taking a bath. Xiaoxia was waiting for his reply, with a slight smile on her face. Xiaoxia not only has a sweet mouth, but also a sweet smile. Of course, this smile also contains gratitude. "Brother, if you want to take a shower, I'll get you some soap." Liu Xing was suddenly moved by her, "Okay, just take a shower." Chuluo sat up and went out to the bathroom.

After editing this manuscript, my eyes are still moist. Unexpectedly, the famous CCTV anchor Lang Yongchun and his wife were also ill-fated. They stumbled and cancer "knocked" on their door. They are also grassroots. From Jiangsu to Beijing to Shanghai to abroad; from the tumor ward to the CCTV studio, they went back and forth in turmoil. They were immersed in torrents of tears. They lived very tired and determined lives, but they were tenacious and touching, and they always supported and stayed with each other. For this reason, we have compiled the most intense parts of the book "Love, Eternal Purity" co-authored by them. We hope you like it! Yuan Que's arrival in the world was originally an accident, and leaving this world is inevitable. However, who is not greedy for a splendid life and a long life? Unexpectedly, Cancer knocked on the door and got off the train. When I arrived at the hotel in Shenzhen, it was already past 23 o'clock. In the dim light, my wife was waiting for me.

Wang Chunmai, a girl who lives in Dongliang, Shawawa, is over seventeen years old. More often than not, she always walked out of her house alone, walked onto the village street, walked out of the village, climbed over several uneven sandy slopes, and walked to the poplar forest on Nanliang Slope, which was thin but still had a few green leaves, and quietly thought about something that was very appropriate for her age. Everyone thinks the same thing, and everything always happens for a reason. Wang Chunmai's worries were the same. Her worries stemmed from that dusk that she had little memory of. At that time, she had just graduated from junior high school, and she had vowed to go to a city health school to continue her studies in technical secondary school. Her classmate Luo Haiyan helped to contact her about the registration. The tuition is not too expensive, only 2,300 yuan a year.

It turns out that Molly was not what she is now. However, what else can be said? Maybe I should say she is pretty. Beautiful seems to be a vulgar word, but it is so appropriate when used on Molly. In fact, not only is she beautiful, she is also somewhat elegant. When I saw the molly flower, it was standing there, refreshing, real, visible and tangible. It seems that she is the kind of cunning person, really cunning, unlike other women who look dull and stupid like a silly woman. She said that she liked painting, and she also liked a few more perverted painters, such as Picasso and Van Gogh. This was not unusual. At that time, all artistic young people seemed to like to talk about these people. She said she still likes me. This surprised me a bit.

I met the lonely Chang'e when I went to Beijing with my wife Zhao Meiru. Before that, I was deeply in love with an online lover named Luye Qingfeng. My wife and I went to Beijing to see off our son Feng Xiaodong. In the college entrance examination this year, he scored first in the county and was admitted to the Automation Department of Tsinghua University. He is the only college student in our small mountainous county to enter Tsinghua University this year. We took a bus to the provincial capital and then took an express train from the provincial capital to Beijing. When a family of three walked out of Beijing Station carrying a lot of luggage, they saw my wife's classmate Tan Meiting. She came to pick her up. She was wearing a tight-fitting skirt and her hair was pulled high. She looked very aristocratic. She came in a BMW car. When she saw us, she got out of the car and immediately became intimate with her wife.

In February of spring, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the willow branches were in bloom. Zhirui left Miss Du Fu's peach blossom banquet and returned home. Because she was greedy for the spring that came a little early this year, she violated the reserved etiquette that a lady should have, and walked down the street with a veil on her face and abandoned the bridge. Wearing a green gauze skirt and a white gauze face, she walked slowly along the street with lotus steps, just because she glanced sideways at the peach blossoms held by the maid next to her. When she looked back, she saw the man coming towards her from among the crimson burning branches. He has a fair face engraved with swords and axes, dark eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose and thin lips. He is dressed in a long white gown, with a green ring around his waist and a long green tassel. He holds a stack of rice paper in his arms. His wide sleeves are fluttering as he walks in a hurry, which makes him look handsome in the breeze.

Being substituted into the Ximen Mansion means that the eldest master can bully the eldest young master, the eldest young master can bully the maid, and the maid can bully... Well, Ximen Mansion actually only has one maid, she is fifteen years old, which is the right age for delicious food... It is not really for cooking, but it means that she can be begged to be a wife. In a small valley town like Yongle, transportation is underdeveloped and there are few contacts with the outside world. People living in this land only know how to give birth to boys... In short, the male-female ratio here is very disparate. The imbalance of the male-female ratio in the past ten years is even more alarming. Only Lame Chen, who lives at the end of the village, gave birth to a girl. But she was born with a strange disease, her face was disfigured by rashes, she walked with a limp like her father, but at the tender age of eight, ten wealthy families were competing to marry her...

Since the society moved into the city, that aspect has suddenly become worse. No matter how much Yaping cooperates, society is like an old motorcycle that suddenly stalls? No matter how hard Xun opened the gas pedal, he couldn't turn on the engine. Even though the two of them were sweating profusely, there was no real improvement. The result of the couple's efforts was to wake up their daughter Doudou who was sleeping in the same room. The daughter thought that the society had a stomach ache, so she asked sleepily: "Dad, what's wrong?" The society stopped trying in panic in the darkness, and suddenly fell on Yaping's body, motionless. The society carefully replied to his daughter: "Go to sleep, Dad is fine." The tone of the society's answer was very funny, a bit self-defeating in trying to cover up the situation. Yaping couldn't hold it back and giggled while holding the naked body in society. When the society heard the laughter, they were afraid that their daughter would hear something, so they would cover Yaping's mouth in shame.

The class divide is as ubiquitous as a shadow, penetrating deep into the bones. This is a story within a nest. The "prey" suddenly becomes the tester. Who is the prey? Who is the hunter? One me, Xia Bingqiu, Zha Lili. The last time the three of us met was two years ago at an academic conference at the Freie Universität Berlin. Our relationship at that time was as follows: Xia Bingqiu and I were invited to attend the meeting at the same time. Xia Bingqiu is a German-Chinese and lives in Berlin, and I took a German flight from Shanghai to Berlin via Frankfurt. We've never met each other. As for Zha Lili, she has been my best friend since I was eighteen, and this relationship has lasted for almost another eighteen years. At that time, she happened to be studying for her final MBA course in Germany and had a short vacation, so she decided to come to Berlin to meet me. Of course, at the same time, I also met Xia Bingqiu, who was also a stranger.

Haitao is a sailor. He is twenty-eight years old and has yet to find a partner. It's not that there's anything wrong with his appearance or other aspects. On the contrary, he's 1.8 Meters tall, handsome, and in great shape. The reason why life-long events have been postponed until today is because he believed too much in the words of the Taoist priest in Panlong Mountain. Panlong Mountain is a hundred miles away from Haitao's home, and he went there that summer. The Taoist priest looked at his palm and said that he would become a sailor in the future and that he could visit nineteen countries. Putting aside how many countries he could travel to in the future, Haitao found it incredible simply by calculating that his future career would be a sailor, because at that time he was still a student at the Maritime College. The Taoist priest also said that his future partner would be a teacher, which convinced him even more, because he had always hoped to find a teacher as his girlfriend. After Haitao graduated, he tried hard to find a teacher as a companion, but after several years of searching with no results, he began to doubt the Taoist priest's words.

Have you ever thought about it? Leave the boring city and travel to the distant places of your dreams. While you are still yearning to realize your dream of just walking away and taking a backpack for a trip, there is a couple who broke through the shackles of the world and bravely pushed to the limit... To the poles and volcanoes. Their practice has set a precedent for people with dreams. In the words of Zhang Xinyu, the protagonist of this article: "Some things are worth doing with life. Everyone has a dream. Whether your dream can be realized does not depend on how much money you have, but on how passionate you are for it and how much you pay." Their "couple practice" may be an inspiration to people with dreams. If I don't come to Yakutsk for my marriage proposal at minus 71.2°C, I will regret for the rest of my life that I left my luggage behind and pretended to go to southern Somalia in an armored vehicle. After leaving the city, I immediately took a detour and went straight to the airport.

Wen Xiaohe came back carrying medicine again, with a bulging purple backpack. "What are you looking at?" I was lying on the balcony when Wen Xiaohe came over. The grand event on "Sexual Blessing Street" is still going on. I just came back from a walk there. The pedestrian street behind our dormitory building No. 29 Got its name from the fact that it was surrounded by small hotels that mainly catered to college students and couples. In fact, its real name was "Happiness Street". "Xingfu Street" is full of people and bustling today. The annual art exam of the Northern Film and Television University is approaching again. High school students with dreams of being stars, directors, and screenwriters are coming from all over the country on tireless flights and high-speed trains. Their red faces are flashing in the February spring breeze.