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On the first day of school, Feng Xu discovered that Lin Su's slender eyes that were unique to oriental women had turned into big eyes with double eyelids. He exclaimed with a slightly exaggerated expression, Hey! After a vacation, she turned into a beautiful woman! Lin Su was stunned and smiled coldly, what do you mean? Lin Su's nerves were in a highly sensitive period and she spoke a little hastily because during this holiday, her husband Zhang Xikai was divorcing her. To be precise, it should be a week ago that Zhang Xikai left a divorce agreement, dragged his trolley suitcase, moved out of the home they had lived together for seven years, and separated from Lin Su. Feng Xu didn't seem to know. He looked carefully at Lin Su's face, nodded his fat head, and added, "Well, it's because his eyes have become bigger."

It originated from Cai Xiaolan. Before meeting Zhou Sheng, I had to seriously recall this woman because Zhou Sheng said on the phone, Zhang Ji, let's find a place to sit at night! We are old classmates and haven't gotten together for a long time. By the way, you also tell me about Cai Xiaolan... Hey, just say whatever you have to say. There is no need to hide anything. I asked, what do Cai Xiaolan and I have to hide? What did you hear? Zhou Sheng said, "Okay Zhang Ji, you can't possibly not be able to remember anything, right?" It's okay if you really can't remember. I can remind you to think about how many times you called Cai Xiaolan and how many text messages you sent. Please recall how many bad things you said about my brother in front of Cai Xiaolan. You confessed your love to Cai Xiaolan many times and kept pestering her. Once, you held her hand and asked her if she could be your lover.

Twin brothers, this place is called Shuang'er. Speaking of Shuang'er, there are many interesting things that everyone talks about, and Da Mao and Er Mao are no exception. Damao and Ermao's surname is Zhu. Their father, let's call him Lao Zhu, is the gravekeeper of Mr. Ye's family. The Ye family is one of the largest families in the town. They have an ancestral graveyard full of ancient cypresses, with dozens of graves alone. There is a yellow mud hut lying in the shade of the cypress, which is the residence of Lao Zhu's family. Mr. Ye's reward for this gravekeeper was free housing and free farming of two acres of land next to the grave to support himself and his family. Generally speaking, most twins look like they are cast from the same mold, so it is common for people to identify the wrong person and cause misunderstandings. Da Mao and Er Mao are just the opposite. It doesn't look like it at all. Generally speaking, brothers, because they come first and arrive first, the older brother is taller and the younger brother is shorter, the older brother is older and the younger brother is smaller.

Before attending the banquet, Li Juan had no idea that there were any of her classmates from the countryside in the provincial capital, let alone that she had a classmate in middle school named Xiang Qian who was nicknamed "Little Sparrow". Ding Li rarely brings his wife to banquets. Li Juan was too lazy to get involved in her husband's men's games. However, that evening, Ding Li decided to take Li Juan with him to the banquet because the banquet he was about to attend was specially prepared for Li Juan. Although Ding Li is the director, he still pulls Li Juan's clothes. Li Juan was a little puzzled at the time. She guessed that the other party had either made a coincidence or had bad intentions. But Ding Li said: "Have you heard of Xiang Qian, right?" Li Juan said: "I have seen reports about him, saying that he entered the 30th place on Hurun's domestic rich list in just five years, with a net worth of several billion. It is definitely a boast.

One night in winter, a word suddenly popped into Sun Shan's mind: fat pig. This is a person's name. More accurately the person's nickname. As for his real name, Sun Shan couldn't remember it anyway. Fortunately, the person represented by this nickname (mainly the face) emerged completely and clearly in Sun Shan's mind. But this face didn't have any pig features, and it didn't look fat. Instead, it could be called handsome, which gave Sun Shan a strange feeling. This person's facial features were very specific just a moment ago, but they became blurry in an instant, like a person he encountered in a dream. Sun Shan still tried hard to remember some situations or things about Fat Pig, which made him conclude without hesitation that Fat Pig was (at least once was) his old friend and had played an important role in his life. It has become a fact that he withdrew from Sun Shan's life stage and even disappeared.

On the way back from lunch in the cafeteria, Zhuge Jiang saw Lao Dai, the head of the Chinese Department, hunched over and walking in front of him. As Lao Dai walked, he grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Zhuge Jiang couldn't help laughing. Lao Dai turned around and saw that it was Zhuge Jiang and said, "Why are you laughing? It's not the first time I've seen him. Let me tell you, today's steamed buns are very alkaline and will kill your tongue if you eat them." Zhuge Jiang also grabbed a steamed bun from the enamel bowl and took a bite, as if he was sorry for Lao Dai otherwise. While chewing the steamed bun, Lao Dai asked Zhuge Jiang, "The review and approval of scientific research funds is about to begin. Are you ready?" Zhuge Jiang said that he had thought of several projects and had some ideas, but he had not yet made a final decision. In fact, for those engaged in liberal arts, the inability to write articles has little to do with funding.

One stormy night, it was already past ten o'clock, and Ye Chunmei called me. When the call got through, she just said, "You're not asleep yet," and then she started crying. The sound of wind and rain accompanied her cries, which scared me so much that I sat up with my hair tangled up in my hair, and the TV remote control fell to the ground. But I soon calmed down, knowing that something good must have happened to her again. Half a year ago, since Ye Chunmei celebrated her forty-sixth birthday, her whole life has become like a detective drama, with ups and downs. For example, when something good happens, she will cry happily twice, and then cry softly; after talking about the unpleasant things, she will become sad and happy again, and the joy will never end.

In the summer vacation of 2010, on a sunny morning, at a quarter to eight o'clock, my best friend who had made an appointment for a gynecological examination did not arrive on time. Just as she was about to call to urge her, the doorbell of the office rang. Could it be that she has arrived? It's not like her. Best friends often arrive before anyone arrives, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor and loud, enthusiastic voices will announce the news first. I stood up and opened the door. Chairman Zhao was standing outside the door. I quickly welcomed her in. She was the chairman of the labor union of my hospital and was also my direct boss. The chairman did not come in immediately, but turned his head to the right, stretched out his right hand, and said softly "come on" to signal for another person to come in. A tall and thin young man came in, followed by Chairman Zhao and closed the door. "Say hello to Aunt Wen!" Chairman Zhao said to the young man in a commanding tone.

They originally planned to rush back to the city after the interview today, but due to the warm hospitality of the other party, the plan had to be changed temporarily. It won't work if you don't change it. They were all drunk today. Drinking wine from noon to evening. In the evening, we drank at the Black Swan underground karaoke bar. The scene was more elegant than the meal at noon. No one drank white wine, and all drank dry red wine. Ordinarily, Bai Ling and Martin were both masters of drinking, so they would not be so drunk that they would have to change their plans to return to the city. The problem is not with them. Their opponents are all veterans of the "drinking" field. How many drinks is too much? At noon, the opponent used two goblets to attack them in turn. After several reincarnations, Bai Ling and Martin became a little unable to resist. Martin covered the mouth of the glass with his hand, not wanting to drink anymore; Bai Ling picked up the glass and hid in the corner, standing facing the wall.

In 1941, the unit of Anti-Union fighter Pang Tiande was encircled and suppressed by the Japanese Kwantung Army. In crisis, he moved to the Soviet Union to contact the Soviet army. The female instructor Natasha is responsible for the agent training of Pang Tiande and others. She admires Pang Tiande very much, and the two gradually develop a deep love. Afterwards, the two received orders from their superiors to return to Haidong City to engage in underground work... Japan was defeated, and the father of the Japanese Noriko begged Pang Shanzu to take in his seriously ill daughter. Noriko was fostered in Pang Tiande's home. Father Pang Shanzu hopes that his son will marry Noriko, but Pang Tiande only has Natasha in his heart, and the two write letters to express their longing and love. After the founding of New China, Natasha went to China as a Soviet expert to provide technical assistance, and the two finally met again. When preparing to register her marriage, Natasha received an order from Soviet experts to evacuate China. After that, the two suffered from years of separation and lovesickness. In the 1980s, Pang Tiande started border trade with the purpose of finding Natasha. After going through many hardships, the lovers finally get together.

"Unsuccessful Love" includes the fourth year of college, Black Iron Apartment, The Brightest Sun, Wang Xianke's Search for the Unparalleled, The Silver Age, Ghost Camp, The Traitors and Us, Unsuccessful Love, the clips of "Running at Night", the first clip of "Standing at Thirty", the second clip of "Standing at Thirty", etc.

"Who I Met at the Corner of Love" is written by Gu Qixi and published by China Book Publishing House. The seven-year itch, her husband's cheating, mother-child isolation... In order to get her child back, she resolutely returned to the workplace after being a housewife for many years, only to find that the cold-blooded, rich and handsome man who almost killed her on the day of divorce was actually the president of the company! Is this God's deliberate trick, or is it God's will?

It has been two years since Liu Bo and Liang Jingqiu moved into their new home, and they are still not very familiar with their neighbors across the street. The situation they have learned is: living across the door is a young woman of about 30 years old, with a somewhat vulgar appearance, who makes a lot of noise when she walks, and has a black mole the size of a mung bean on the left or right wing of her nose; there are very few guests in the woman's house, and every half month or so, a stocky, dark-skinned, age Men who are not very good at judging will come to live with her for a few days, and they are not yet sure whether the two are husband and wife; women like to wash their hair in the afternoon. After lunch, Liang Jingqiu often sees her standing on the balcony combing her wet long hair, while Liu Bo notices the clothes on the clothes drying rack that are changed almost every day. Of course, these situations are not summed up deliberately by Liu Bo and Liang Jingqiu, but are some impressions retained over time.

When he got off work on Friday, several of Kang Xu's close colleagues clamored to have dinner with him at a popular Hunan restaurant that had recently opened in Wuhan. My colleague Xiao Mo has already purchased coupons on the group buying website. Kang Xu really wanted to try something spicy, but when he thought about the tight money in recent months, he would have to spend hundreds of dollars on food and drink, which was not worth it. He had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "I'm not going, I have something to do at home!" A few colleagues laughed and said, "Oh, I'm still tired of your wife! How long have we been married!" Kang Xu smiled and responded vaguely, "My father-in-law and mother-in-law are coming over the weekend, so I have to pack up." His colleagues said "oh". Kang Xu didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to walk out of the office while pretending to be focused on the phone screen.

It was obviously a room, but people were coming and going all the time. Along the south wall, there is a long stretch of hanging-necked ghosts. His expression was dull and his face was strange. There are two types of neck hanging tools: electric and mechanical. No one chooses to choose. Whatever they catch, they just hang. After being adjusted by professionals, people sit on it, and a few wide cloth straps lift up the cheeks to maximize the length of the neck. On a dozen beds, some men and women were lying on their backs, humming and chirping. Moans, suppressed and wanton, came and went. There were also sizzling sounds oozing out from between the teeth, accompanied by twitching and screaming for mother. But these people still lay there, letting the doctor in front of them pinch them, their expressions were contrary to the calls, and there was actually a bit of enjoyment on their faces. This is a treatment room.

It was unusually dark that noon. The gray wind squeezed hard through the cracks in the window, making the thick curtains tremble slightly and making my fingers feel cold. Could it be that I looked under the window several times, but there was no sign of anyone coming. People from the provincial department are going to do a major financial inspection, and all preparations have been made. In the few hours before the inspector arrived, although everyone was nervous, they were actually quite bored, just waiting. When she got up for the third time, it was snowing outside, but it was the kind of extremely fine, black and dirty snowflakes that had no beauty at all. "Everything has a time limit..." She said. I don't know how I opened the web page, "The Pisces Jade Pendant Incident". The title itself is a huge secret, which attracted me strongly. Lop Nur. Pisces. Mirror person.

At the end of Mi Lai's gaze, Diaobang Ao held the ripe sunset in his mouth and spit out the tall figure of Daxiang. Daxiang was walking downhill, her white teeth sparkling in the fading sunlight. The red satchel was swinging back and forth in her hand, and from time to time it was swung into large circles by her. The red color seemed to be in a trance. Mi Lai muttered: "Why did this woman come back and not take a car?" Da Xiang walked up to Mi Lai with his white teeth flashing. Mi Lai asked with a purple face: "Why don't you take the car but walk back?" Daxiang's big white teeth were still shining and said, "I was tired from the car and my buttocks were numb and numb, so I walked back." Mi Lai Then he asked, "Where did you get off the bus?" Daxiang said, "That city. Are you going to walk back from that city?" Mi Lai's little eyes were as wide as the eyes of a buffalo. It was more than forty kilometers from that city to Louwei Village. Daxiang nodded and said yes! She didn't seem to understand what Mi Lai was making a fuss about. Mi Lai shook his head and said in admiration: "You are really good. You can make it back from such a long distance."

In May, Wen Ju's marriage was finally decided, and she and Qiu Guoxi decided to get married on National Day. Wen Ju means that there will be no banquet when getting married. The two of them will go to Beijing to see Tiananmen and the Forbidden City, watch the national flag being raised, and then climb the Great Wall, and then the marriage will be considered complete. Qiu Guoxi absolutely obeyed Wen Ju's arrangements. He knew that Wen Ju had never been anywhere except the county town when she was growing up. Taking advantage of her wedding to visit Beijing, she could mow grass and hunt rabbits, killing two birds with one stone. Wen Ju is already twenty-eight years old. In a remote mountain village like Lishugou, twenty-eight is already a very scary age. Girls in Lishugou must marry themselves off at the age of twenty. Good girls naturally don't have to worry about marrying, even those with disabilities can't be kept.

Ding Yan, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, was born in Hami, Xinjiang in the 1970s. Participated in the 6th National Young Writers Creative Seminar. His poems were included in the "Annual Selection of China's Best Poems" in 1999, 2005 and 2008, and he was known as the "Grape Poet". He has published more than ten books including the novel "Mulan", a poetry collection "Midnight in the Vineyard", and a collection of essays "40 Weeks with Life". Now lives in Urumqi. The Gobi Desert is very hot in July. Gadan was hiding in the woods in the evening watching two rams standing on each other's backs. Hearing someone else say that his father was back, he ran home. Others asked, what's so strange? His father also took a woman. For the daughter-in-law his uncle brought from his hometown? Like Guanyin Bodhisattva walking down from the painting.

Wang Xiangfu was born in Fushun, Liaoning Province. He is the author of seven novels including "Durian", six collections of short and medium stories including "Angry Apple", and four collections of essays including "When to Watch the Mountains with My Husband". He won the first and second "Zhao Shuli Literature Award" and the third "Lu Xun Literature Award". "Dianchi Literature Award", the 13th "Novel Monthly Hundred Flowers Award", etc. Our journal has selected and published many of the author's novellas. Wang Chunli pedaled her car and arrived at Beidou North Road. The sun was shining brightly at the moment, and the heat wave on Beidou North Road was so hot that people couldn't even open their eyes.

Wu Mingliang and Lu Xiaomei studied hard, did their homework well, and were honest when they were studying in college. The teacher likes them, so the teacher will oppose or even punish others when they fall in love. When they fall in love, the teacher is very happy and encourages them. When they graduated, the two stayed in school together. The teacher said that these two people are both down-to-earth scholars. If they don't stay in school, who will stay in school. At that time, Wu Mingliang and Lu Xiaomei were really the most envied and jealous couple among their classmates. But this envy and jealousy disappeared in a short time. Why, commodity economy, university teachers, good reputation, not very good income, they are all Chinese departments, one is engaged in folklore research and teaching, the other is in classical literature, which has nothing to do with money in real life.

That year, he was thirty-nine years old. Being thirty-nine is a bit embarrassing for a woman. When you look in the mirror, you can often see the gray hair hidden in your hair. The face is not as bright as the twenty-year-old, and the calm color invades you unconsciously. You hate time, fearful, and hopeful. In the early morning, the breeze blows, and standing in the sunshine, you forget whether you are thirty-nine or twenty-nine. You smell the scent in the air when you were eleven or twelve, along with a snap there, or a bird call. The air is the same as before, the sunshine is also the same as before, exactly the same as when I was a few years ago. You are eleven years old and in elementary school. As you walk, you take out a small round mirror from your pocket. You look at your face in the mirror, look at one of your eyes, then look at the other eye. You don't like double eyelids. The double eyelids remind you of the neighbor's aunt, wearing leggings, half-big feet, and a pair of round-toed shoes.

What falls from the sky are: rain, snow, rain plus snow, hail, meteors, bird droppings, empty wine bottles, and pies. And Sister Lin. The last one fell on Guo Qi's head. Guo Qi said to Jiang Haibo: "I fainted." Guo Qi said this to Jiang Haibo in a text message on his mobile phone. It was close to midnight. Guo Qi could imagine Jiang Haibo lying next to his sleeping wife, watching TV and replying to himself a text message quickly and briefly. Sure enough, Jiang Haibo came back with only two words: Don't faint. What does "don't faint" mean? If a sister suddenly appeared to you, would you not faint? Guo Qi sat staring at the phone for a while, thinking that Jiang Haibo would not say anything more comforting. He was very disappointed and simply turned off the phone. Jiang Haibo is like this, he is as mechanical as a robot: he has well-developed limbs and a super-developed head, but he has no heart and no warmth.

My cousin Bai Ling is actually not my cousin. There is no blood relationship between us, and I can't even remember how we met. Anyway, our two families had frequent contacts when we were very young. Later I found out that her father and my father had a close relationship during the Cultural Revolution. In the long life after that, our parents stopped interacting with each other due to various circumstances and growing older. However, Bai Ling and I became cousins. Based on her When she introduced me to her friends, she always said this: This is my cousin Meiyi. I nodded in recognition. Over time, we reached a tacit understanding and became a close kinship. Bai Ling is five years older than me, so I should call her sister. But in front of others, I occasionally call her cousin, but after we get down, I call her by her first name. For example, when I call her, she always says: Hello, Bai Ling, I am Meiyi.

The soft sunset passes through the window lattice and shines on the Buddhist niche one by one. Like someone's slender jade fingers, trying to wipe away the seemingly non-existent dust. In the golden sunshine, the originally smoky Buddhist niches looked even more mysterious and solemn. The lights of the butter lamps danced and shimmered in the setting sun, forming countless yellow and white haloes, as if the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas really existed and emitted the light of wisdom and compassion. The rays of light climbed up to the other Buddhist niches and fell on the bright butter flowers. The light suddenly became extremely light, for fear of damaging the pure and holy flower. Old man Tashi sat cross-legged on the plush card mat, playing with the bowl of butter in his hand intently. For many years, in addition to running his small shop, he kept pinching butter flowers of various colors. It seems that one day, he will finally knead that lump of butter into silver and gold ingots.

Mrs. Gu was born with beauty and pure nature. In the era of great turmoil in the country, she survived with her peaceful and innocent temperament and found her beloved husband again. On weekdays, Mrs. Gu loved to sing the Siping tune, and she sang acapella "Hateful Li Sanlang, cruelly left the slave, and let the slave endure the long night..." This is the last line of Concubine Yang in "Drunk". She sang the Siping tune, and she can't do without "Drunk", and can't do without love and hate. What happened to Mrs. Gu? Siping Tune, the Peking Opera singing style is lingering and euphemistic, charming and clear, and is known for its smoothness.

The fourth aunt was beaten by the stupid donkey of the fourth uncle all her life, like a stone pestle pounding oatmeal. The fourth aunt said, blame yourself for being stupid, otherwise why would you call yourself a stupid donkey and be tortured for the rest of your life? In the mouths of outsiders, the story is different. In our hometown, when the fifth daughter-in-law was mentioned in the early years, people would open their eyes and be startled: "That piece of shit? What can I say, it's almost as bad as the stone pot in Miaowan!" This made the relatives of my grandpa's family very embarrassed. Everyone stayed away from each other and didn't even want to say that they were relatives of grandpa's family. In fact, they are all excuses. My grandfather's family, like mine, was one of the four wealthy gentry in the county before liberation. There are four jingles that were circulated in our county in the past, and they are still reverberating to this day. He said, "In Guo, Dongchuan, there are more cattle and sheep than turtles at home. The king of Xishan came to ask for a bucket of grain. In Lilu, in the north, there were peaches and plums on the ingot tree. In Han, in the south, Cixi borrowed money to escape.

Before I was twelve years old, I was happy. I have a name that sounds very unpleasant: Lao Gada. I don't know why my parents gave me such a weird name, but when my mother told me that even the Lord of Hell couldn't catch me with this name, I gradually fell in love with it. Hey, I'm not on the Lord of Hell's life and death list, so I can live a long life! In the deep winter of Guandong, the water is thin, the mountains are cold, and the snow is white. It is the eve of sunrise. The sun warmly reflects the snowy fields into five-color dazzling light strips. It shines warmly on the snow beside the Daliao River. From a distance, it looks like a huge and beautiful ink painting. Although I am a servant's child, my favorite is ink painting. I even dream of becoming a painter who can paint the scenes I like as I please.

Lv Chunping, director of the Chaoyang Street Police Station, watered two pots of flowers on the windowsill. The already cracked flower soil made a happy sound of hissing when it absorbed water, which shows how eager they are to be nourished. The two pots of flowers were given to him by Han Xiaomei, the household registration clerk. He said that indoor flowers can purify the air and be eye-catching to adjust the mood. Lv Chunping said, I am so busy all day that my feet do not even touch the ground. How can I have time to take care of them? There is no need for them here. They will fight to death in three days. Han Xiaomei said, give me a key to your office, and I will wait for you. These two pots of flowers are hard-skinned, and they will shine brightly if given a little sunshine, and they will survive with a little water. Lu Chunping knew Han Xiaomei's thoughts. She had a good impression of herself and wanted to get close to him in this way.

Yi Le, whose real name is Le Yanyan, graduated from the Chinese Department of Wuhan University in the 1980s and is a media reporter. Some novels and poems have been published in "Beijing Literature", "Yangtze River Literature", "Poetry Magazine", etc., And a collection of essays "Walking in Taiwan" was published in 2010. The loom of cause and effect weaves the threads of you and the things you are connected to throughout eternity. --Marco Aurelius, Meditations. I knew there were thousands of people named Mary in this city, but I didn't know which one was the Mary I was looking for. I think the only thing that can prove that Mary and I had a relationship is this piece of jade. If stones could talk - I had just owned this piece of jade when I first received a call from Mary sixteen years ago.

On the morning of the third day after I was born, my father brought a bottle of rapeseed oil and went to Shuiyue Temple with piety to worship the old man Shaoru as my master. Master is the common name of the Buddhist family, which is actually the god. In our country, children who are born to nobles or who are not easy to raise will often worship their godfather, and the best candidate for godfather is a monk from the temple. If a child can find a virtuous master as his godfather, he will be protected by the gods throughout his life and enjoy peace forever. As for me, I can't say I'm very noble, but I can't say I'm not noble either. My parents already have two sons. If they have me as their daughter, they will naturally treasure me. But I became a master mainly for the sake of better education. I weighed less than four pounds when I was born, and I didn't know how to eat or drink even two days after I was born, which made my parents very worried.

There is a Jiang family village by the Zhinu Lake, and a beautiful woman named Jiang Zhen came out of the village. How beautiful is Jiang Zhen? Elderly people say that the Weaver Girl in Zhinu Lake has been sleeping for thousands of years, but now she wakes up and comes ashore to be reincarnated. The boys in Jiangjia Village said that Jiang Zhen is beautiful from head to toe! When Jiang Zhen was only a high school student at the age of eighteen, she was a leading figure in the arts at school. She was good at singing and dancing. Her best thing was the soprano solo. Her song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" captivated the whole school. She sang the last line of the high note gracefully and gracefully. Jiang Zhen is looking forward to taking the college entrance examination next year to the Conservatory of Music, and the title of "singer" is waving to her! However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. The mother who was dependent on each other at the critical moment fell ill, and was seriously ill. Jiang Zhen's mother only has Jiang Zhen as a relative. Jiang Zhen is an illegitimate daughter.

Nuan Nuan said that during the wedding ceremony, she was pressed down on her head while chewing an apple, and her teeth bumped into someone's teeth, and they were knocked off with a bang. Bangchui blamed her for not telling her earlier, and Nuannuan replied that the tooth had fallen out anyway, so it would be useless to talk about it. A woman only gets married once in her life, and she can't just wrap it up in paper and put it in her pocket just because a front tooth ruins everyone's happiness! Bangchui was furious: "If you lose a tooth, your appearance will be disfigured, you know? If you say something at that time, I have to find out the person who broke your tooth and let him cover the money for the dental implant!" Nuan Nuan said: "Forget it, it's just one tooth. Teeth, I don't care. My grandma has lost all her teeth, and she still can't eat the same thing!" Bangchui was furious: You don't care, I don't care. I managed to get a perfect wife by selling iron, and even my front teeth were knocked out! As he spoke, he turned his head to the side in a dull manner. Nuan Nuan wanted to change the topic and pulled Bang Chui's sleeve. This tug reminded Bang Chui of his desire, and he immediately started tearing it excitedly, but Nuan Nuan took his hand and asked him to agree to something. Bangchui said, "Sure, I'll agree to anything as long as it doesn't cost me my life."

The novel initially presents such a scene, only separated by a road, but it is difficult for father and daughter to enter each other's lives. What interests me is the gaze of the old musician. It was a warm and poignant gaze. For a guilty father, he feels so helpless and remorseful in the face of his daughter's unfortunate life. And it is not easy for a woman who was once full of resentment towards her father to accept him openly. So this father and daughter always escape involuntarily and approach each other involuntarily.

The best guy in the workshop fell in love with the best girl in the workshop. This was a match made in heaven, and people were waiting to eat the wedding candy. However, a short fat man whose father was the director of a certain city bureau stepped in. He pursued the girl like a mangy dog. He actually got closer and closer to the girl, and finally got married. Why exactly? The mystery was revealed twenty years later. A love story involves six people at the same time. These six people have been involved for twenty years, leaving this love story one after another, and then returning to this love story. What kind of love story is this? More than 20 years ago, I worked as a worker at the Hongxing Machinery Factory. Because I was also the secretary of the Youth League branch of a workshop, the time I spent on my milling machine was not as good as organizing meetings to study and leading young workers to participate in activities.

Wait a moment, it's coming, it's coming, are you? Oh, looking for me? Yes, I asked Xu Dajun to sit down first and talk slowly. It's not about longevity or longevity. You live a long life in vain. You are 89 years old. Why do you want to ask me? I want to ask about someone? Who? Zhao... Ren... Yi... Let me think about it, I have no impression that you said that he had several seals and they were all carved by me? Oh, I remembered, there was such a person who painted, it was decades ago, no friendship, have you seen him twice and brought his face seal? Let me take a look. Wait a minute. You are right to clean your reading glasses. I engraved them. Don't they all have inscriptions? "Xu Dajun, a Sanren from Jiyou South Street, governs the seal." I will take a closer look.

Liu Cheng is a well-known honest man, but his wife Zhang Meili often touches his forehead and scolds him for being too honest. She also says that people don't like honest people these days. If you are too honest, you are stupid, and people will treat you like a fool. In fact, Zhang Meili hopes that her husband will become a dragon. Anyone who makes a fair evaluation must admit that Liu Cheng is a good person, neither treacherous nor deceitful, loyal and sincere, does not strive for fame or fortune, is cheerful all day long, and looks like he has nothing to do with the world. After graduating from the Chinese Department of a prestigious university, I was assigned to a middle school in the county town. This was considered a great honor in this small mountain village.

A heavy fog rose right under Lu Lihua's eyes. In other words, Lu Lihua witnessed with her own eyes how the fog changed from thin to thick and became too thick to be dissolved. In the first half of the night, Lu Lihua sat on the kang and looked at the old elm trees. As she looked, the old elm trees became less clear, as if they were covered with a layer of gauze. Lu Lihua rubbed her eyes, and the old elm tree was still disappearing little by little into the white gauze. "You, you are so naughty, are you playing hide and seek with me? You still have a sweetheart, and you want to abandon me?" At this time, Lu Lihua had not realized that it was foggy, and she was still complaining about the old elm tree in a soft voice. Lu Lihua didn't come back to her senses until she could no longer see the old elm tree. She pressed her face against the glass window, not to mention looking at the stars in the sky. Even Chang Xingming's dilapidated bicycle locked under the window was indistinct. Only then did Lu Lihua realize that it was foggy. The heavy fog swallowed up the old elm trees and drowned Lu Lihua's troubled thoughts in a distant place.

When He Yuntian received a call from his nanny Cuiping, he drove non-stop to Jinfeng Community in the east of the city. He Yuntian's mother, Yang Shuzhen, lives in an apartment in Jinfeng Community. She is over seventy years old and has always been in good health. However, she was diagnosed with a serious illness in the hospital last spring and underwent an operation. In order to take good care of his mother, He Yuntian hired two nannies, Cuiping and Xiaoxiu, who were responsible for the old lady's daily life, medical consultations, walks and chats, etc. For more than a year, the second nanny has done her best to take good care of the old lady. From this, He Yuntian was able to focus on the management of the company. However, this afternoon, as soon as He Yuntian finished a meeting, he received a call from Cuiping. Cuiping told He Yuntian that not long after the old lady woke up at noon, she closed the bedroom door alone and refused to let anyone in.

I'm pregnant, and the thing is, I don't want to be pregnant. I, who believe in love, am confused. I don't believe in marriage, I don't plan to get married, and I don't want to get married in my life. The protagonist Zhou Er in My Love is a married man and a painter who paints oil paintings. His sweet words "Hide it in your heart and never forget it" are still lingering in my ears. When he learned that I was pregnant, his attitude became ambiguous and evasive, and then refused to answer the phone. This was a rhythm that let me fend for myself. Losing contact is a very scary word nowadays. Now, I use the lost contact method to head towards the ancient town of Erjiegou in Liaodong Bay. I sent a WeChat message in my circle of friends: Dear friends, I'm leaving! Please don't shout to the mountains, and don't shout to the rivers, where are you? I am a bunch of waves in the sea, I am a leaf in the mountains. The sky is vast and there is no trace.

Two college students, the boy is very ordinary, while the girl is the school beauty. The two fell in love, but the girl's father objected and her classmates also had objections. The two still love each other as always. Later, the boy got cancer, but they fell in love even more. How will this touching love story end? Geng Qiaosheng's name has long been lost. Geng Qiaosheng's name has been mentioned in "Geng Long Neck" for many years. The word Geng Qiaosheng is like a stepping stone on a muddy road in the wild. Almost every passerby has to step on it. You step on me and he steps on me. The more you step on it, the shorter it becomes. The more you step on it, the shorter it becomes. Gradually, it is placed in a pocket of mud and disappears. These passers-by were children at first, and later they were primary school students, middle school students, and college students.

When Zhao Shangzhi was twenty-five years old, he had not yet married a wife. This made Zhao Shangzhi's parents extremely anxious. They were eager to find a partner for him. They begged the neighbors in the east and lodged complaints in the west. They were as busy as a revolving door on the road and outside the runway. The result is still a bamboo basket fetching water - in vain. Why? Because Zhao Shangzhi's parents were anxious, Zhao Shangzhi was not anxious, and all the women he introduced were rejected. Zhao Shangzhi's mother couldn't think about it, so she murmured, "This one won't work, and that one won't work either. There won't be enough prodigal boys in Harbin for you to choose from. If you choose again, you'll end up looking like a little old man." Zhao Shangzhi's father did not blame Zhao Shangzhi, he just shook his head and sighed, nothing more than a sigh.

It happened one evening in autumn, when the nine-year-old boy Ant came back from herding cattle. Someone told him: Your father, Mao Zongwen, who has been dead for many years, is back. The ant was dubious and very excited. He spanked the cow's butt with a bamboo branch. When the cow ran, the tendon trembled like a hump. The cow crossed the path by the stream and ran to the bridge, but the ants held it back. "Go from the stream! You bastard! I haven't washed my face yet! How can I go to see my father if I'm so dirty!..." The ants and the cow rushed into the stream, and the autumn water was already cold.

Zhao Yanqing was upset. Nothing seems to be going well in the office or at home. Maybe it's menopause, she thought. In three months, she will be 50. 50 Is a scary age and a hurdle. This side is freshness; the other side is aging. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice a few more wrinkles on my face, and I was worried about age spots appearing on the back of my hands. Zhao Yanqing really wanted to be more open-minded and take life lightly, but she was not that kind of person. She is timid and afraid of things, and has always worried about gains and losses. She has never really relaxed. Whether it is work or family life, she is always worried that she is not good enough and will be laughed at by others. Qu Chengqiang said that she was naive. Even at 50 years old, her thoughts were still immature. Even the things she often worried about and even the dreams she had stayed at the stage before she was 30 years old.

The background of the story takes place in the romantic northern city of Dalian. The protagonist Shuang is a kind-hearted and casual doctor. He had a sad first love with the girl Sandy in high school. With this pain, his heart is wandering between three kind and beautiful girls: one is Sandy who hopes to renew their relationship with him, one is Han Liang, a female graduate student who is outspoken and strong, dares to love and hate, and the other is Li Xiaolan, a good friend who silently cares for him and is always guarding him.

It's spring again. Zhou Mei gave birth to the child successfully. The child was healthy and cute. She held the child and went to see Teacher Luo. Teacher Luo's tomb was covered with rapeseed flowers. I remember that year, she was only 17 years old, and the rapeseed flowers in front of her door were also growing so luxuriantly. Teacher Luo made a wreath for her to wear on her head. Now, like Teacher Luo back then, she wove a wreath for him and placed it in front of his tomb.

Dora, formerly known as Lin Yuesi, was born in Penang and her ancestral home is Hui'an, Fujian. Writer, painter. Published a total of 36 personal collections. Many works have been translated into Japanese, Malay, etc. The novel "Mirrors and Birds on the Sidewalk" was made into a short film and premiered in Japan. He has been awarded the title of one of the top ten most popular writers in China. Currently the Chairman of Balik Pulau Art Association. Standing on a tall building and looking down, countless shining and moving lights are flickering and swaying below. The lights of different colors are connected into shining lines. The moving cars are flowing lights, flowing everywhere, like fireflies flying around, tirelessly and busily flying. What is their destination?

The old man was holding a stick, squinting his eyes, wearing his shoes, and his gray beard was stained with rice residue and runny nose. He looked like a corn stalk with withered branches and leaves, just waiting to be chopped down and dug up by the owner before farming. Every day he would go for a swim in the fields in a daze, and when he came back, he would sit on the bluestone in front of his house with his butt glued to his butt for a while. In contrast to his withering, there is a square of flowers and grass in front of the bank. Countless tulip leaves are upturned. They have received the blessings of early spring and have added obvious greenness. The precious flowers from distant and exotic countries are showing their vigorous vitality. The old man's daughter Shunhua sprayed the flowerbed with a light blue plastic watering can, then went into the house to dress up. After going out, she glanced at her father, twisted her buttocks, and turned away. The old man's gaze had no content, and he had no intention to pay attention to anything, including the whereabouts of his daughter.

The incident happened at the moment when the street lights were turned on, but Yuan Geng did not realize it at the time. From Yuan Geng's perspective, the light outside the window flows through the mist into the small living room like orange juice. The soft light set off Yuan Geng's mood very well. He rented this suite. For a migrant worker, he didn't think it was small. On the contrary, it was very economical. After dinner, after returning home from Lun Kiln Factory, Yuan Geng began to take a shower. He is a tidy person, and his work is always accompanied by dust. In the hot water and mist, he scrubbed vigorously. With one hand, his five fingers were covered with dirt like a small roller. The more he scrubbed, the more addicted he became, almost losing a layer of skin on himself. Recently, Yuan Geng feels that life has suddenly become better for him. All elements are like a swarm of bees, flying in from all directions to make honey for him.

Wang Xiaomei sighed, turned off the phone and removed the card, then stood up and threw the phone away as hard as she could. She felt that she did not hear the sound of the phone falling to the ground, and she suspected that the phone was not thrown. She couldn't see anything, the night was so dark, and she began to be afraid, not knowing whether the sun would rise tomorrow.