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Ren Xixi also said that the doctor said it can be cured. I must cure my blushing disease! Ren Xixi didn't notice Wang Tian walking away. Wang Tian sat down in the study. It turns out that all blushes are a disease, Gu Xiaowen's, Xu Yinuo's, and Ren Xixi's. Jiao Li can't blush, but not blushing is also a disease. There are thousands of diseases in this world. If you don't suffer from this kind, you will suffer from that one. Including himself, it is also a disease.

Qin, who is Qin? Why haven't I heard you say that? The son asked casually, staring at the computer. My chest seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and I felt dizzy. I rushed over, grabbed the mouse from my son's hand, and pulled out the power source like crazy. My son accidentally touched my forbidden area. My countless nightmares at night, my guilt and longing, were shattered by the shouts of this woman named Qin... In the eyes of my son's surprised and questioning eyes, I slowly told the story. When Sister Qin arrived suddenly, I called her Spoon, which was a nickname given to me by my grandfather.

Lilac reached out and fished out a white dog from the cardboard box beside the balcony. Ding Xiang is a Chinese teacher at No. 1 Middle School in the city. She is a thin and short woman in her forties wearing a mulberry red thin woolen skirt. From behind, she can look like she is ten years old. That woolen skirt is quite old, it must be more than seven years old. She remembers wearing this dress to welcome three classes of students. From the first year to the third year of high school, she wore two skirts for each class. During class, the students still looked at it with curious eyes. The students changed, but the clothes did not change, so she was calm and unfazed in front of the constantly refreshing students, and went to put on her mulberry red as usual every autumn. Her husband Chuan Pu once laughed maliciously at her mulberry red dress and said, "It seems that there are no armors in the mountains, but in fact there are thousands of years in the world." The dog is a puppy with white hair. It is only one week old and was given to me by my friend Ma Lian.

I wrote this story completely by accident. If there hadn't been that big earthquake in Taiwan that made people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait worried at the same time, my father wouldn't have called me at that time, and I wouldn't have thought of finding a person who had disappeared from my memory to write a story about relatives in Taiwan. But as I thought about it, I always felt that there was an inevitable factor in the accident. There must be an invisible thread that tied us together. Therefore, my father would eventually mention him to me one day, and I was destined to think of him at some point. There are some things in this world that, whether you admit it or not, they cannot be changed. My father called it "blood is thicker than water."

The sons of the two families were quite familiar with each other. They passed out cigarettes, clinked wine glasses, and talked enthusiastically about football stocks, full of energy and witty remarks. The two daughters-in-law also have a common language, talking about product discounts and children's education issues, whispering to each other. The children also got together and talked about computer games with great interest. Mr. Lu and Jin Yuling were left aside, and they became outsiders again. The old couple spoke very warmly, but their eyes were dark. As they walked and talked, their figures suddenly became longer and shorter. They no longer talk about themselves, their children and grandchildren are the only topics they have left.

As the days cross the threshold of the twelfth lunar month, the atmosphere of the new year begins. Occasionally, two or three firecrackers are heard in the village, bringing some life to the cold countryside. It's a rare sunny day. The sun shines on the snow, and the sky and earth are dazzlingly white. Farmers in the twelfth lunar month are not idle. Men have to take care of farm tools that have been used for a year, such as plows, harrows, and hoes. They need to repair what needs to be repaired, mend what needs to be mended, and quench what needs to be quenched. Women are busy washing quilts, drying cotton wool, and beating dust. Three old women were washing clothes at the laundry port under the ancient covered bridge in front of the village. Niu Yuejin's mother-in-law, Cao Guilan, beat the quilt with a mallet, then shook it out and rinsed it in the river. Wave after wave of water spread to the other side of the river, shaking the water plants. At this time, Wen Xiangzi walked down the steps and shouted: "Aunt Guilan, Sister Danli, and Aunt Jintao, you are all here. The village chief's father is celebrating his seventieth birthday and he is here to pick you up. This is an invitation."

The early spring sunshine hit her face warmly. This is a sad face. She stood in front of the open window on the balcony of her new home, through which the sunlight filtered in. The sun is not strong yet, just apply a thin layer on the face, very soft. Because she was standing sideways, the photosensitive effect on the other side of her face was not good, making the originally sad face appear darker. This woman's name is Cheng Xiaoqin, and she will be 30 years old by early winter this year. Cheng Xiaoqin is not very beautiful, but she is very feminine. Her figure is slender and elastic, plump but not fat, and her breasts and buttocks are just right. Her calm eyes and slightly sunken corners of her mouth all reveal a beauty that combines strength and softness. If the sadness on her face. Replace it with a calm smile, and it will look more harmonious and durable.

On the day of Li Jing's accident, without any warning, the photographers who were sitting around making tea all stood up and left, patting their butts and leaving. Li Jing was still sitting there blankly. Zhong Huafang said, Teacher Li, go home. Li Jing looked at Zhong Huafang, still staring blankly.

Not long after Yingzi left Erdaohegou Village, Guizhi also went to the provincial capital to work with a group of girls from the village. It turned out that she had already reached the age to get married in the village, but because of the scars on her neck and chest, she had been unable to get married. She didn't want to see her parents looking worried all day long, so she decided to go to the mountains to make a living. Under the tall archery tower outside the south gate of the provincial capital, and along both sides of the moat, sat a dark crowd of farmers who came to the city to look for work. Everyone waited eagerly, hoping that an employer would come and take them away. When Guizhi came to the unfamiliar and noisy provincial capital, she realized that the small mountain village where she grew up was full of nostalgia for her, especially Xiaozhu and Benzhu, who made her worried.

In May 2016, Mr. Yang Jiang passed away. This "most virtuous wife and most talented daughter" finally left the desk where she was still working hard at the end, and went to the small reunion that she had been looking forward to long ago, not in this world. Famous writer, translator, foreign literature researcher... Yang Jiang has made many achievements in her life, but she has gently put down many identities, only picking up the most cherished one - "I am Yang Jiang in Qian Zhongshu's life." At a time when new women are proud of their independence, such a generous self-recognition is self-clarification, self-will, and self-confidence. She gave Yang Jiang's answer on how to live up to one's talents and independence without losing independence. We have picked up those softly glowing fragments from Mr. Qian Zhongshu's prose, and will relive with you the life that Qian Zhongshu and his wife once walked together, as well as each other in their lives.

Yes, my love is for you. My love for you is like a tree that has sprouted since I was ten years old. Are there any thrilling and soul-stirring stories between them? More exciting content is available in "Wind Love". Family, friendship, and love are intertwined, and poetry, painting, and literary talent are in full bloom. The second installment of Ma Guang's tear-jerking youth novel is ready to go!

To be honest, I still believe that there is such a thing as "fate" in this world. Although I was born in a new society, I went to higher education and received numerous atheistic educations. Especially today, the heavy snow flying all over the sky is falling stubbornly, layer by layer, as if it is going to completely bury the entire world. As a long line of ant-like people like us, walking in the vast white fields, my sense of fate is even stronger. I truly feel that there is an omnipresent force that is firmly controlling us, and we can only follow the established trajectory. In my understanding, Jiang Yushui and my cousin Wu Xiaofeng have never believed in fate. They are always confronting reality, us and society. The snow is falling more and more happily. The wind has become much lighter, and it doesn't make people feel cold when it blows on their faces. It doesn't feel like a winter wind at all.

His name is Dong Zhou. He is tall and has long legs. He has a big mouth and a big nose. His words are easy to repeat. Often the center of a crowd in a village. That year he married a daughter-in-law, she was very beautiful, her height only reached his chest, she had round eyes and thin eyebrows, she spoke softly and she had fair skin, especially a big braid hanging behind her, which bumped on her body when she walked. People say that this woman is the little moon in his family. Not long after, a big change happened. One night Dong Zhou ran to his father-in-law's house ten miles away. He climbed to the roof in the dead of night, placed a bag of explosives in the thatch on the front roof, lit the fuse, and then quietly returned home, as if nothing was wrong. He thought he was sure of it and reimbursed the family.

Sun Fool, whose real name is Sun Jiefang, also known as Fanshen and nicknamed Pragmatic, is from Jinan Prefecture, Shandong Province. When the Japanese massacred Jinan, his father died under the butcher knife of the Japanese and his mother died of starvation. He was only a few years old at that time, so he didn't remember the name his parents gave him. He only remembered that his nickname was Shi Dan'er. After his parents died, he lived on the streets, begging door to door. He was unkempt, skinny, and a complete "little San Mao."

I was sitting in my brother's shop that day. It's hard to believe that my brother's shop is in a place that's not even a community. The buildings on three sides formed a long and narrow courtyard. The side facing the street was sealed from left to right by a large hollow iron gate, surrounding the courtyard into a cage. Not to mention a tree, not even a blade of grass could be seen in the yard. There was only a gray-white concrete floor that could be trampled on. My brother rented Yuanba for almost free and opened a Sichuan-style snack bar. It did a good business selling cold noodles with jelly, chicken wings and duck feet. Even so, my brother still complains all day long. His biggest wish now is for a lump of gold to fall from the sky, and it would be better if it hits him directly into his arms, so that he doesn't even have to bend his back.

On June XX, XX, I finally took out the painting that I had treasured in the studio for many years and held a niche art exhibition named "Love". People whispered and whispered behind each other's backs, discussing the face of the Buddha in the painting that resembled mine, and the face of the nun who seemed to be my student. But when they faced me, they all praised my talent, thinking that it was as radiant as Van Gogh. I was too conceited, but I was still laughing in my heart. After the 1001st cigarette was put out, I decorated the building of our art department with this painting. So, everything exploded. Teacher-student love, moral corruption... All kinds of gossip and various versions of conjectures are overwhelming. Due to pressure, I was forced to resign. That day, it was drizzling, and before I climbed up to the top floor of the Art Department, I took a last look at the painting.

Wang Huiyu cried with joy. She bent down, then squatted down, and called Chen Sansheng with trembling fingers. Sansheng, the baby is okay, okay, it's okay... Her left hand gently beat the ground, as if beating time. While undergoing examination and treatment in the emergency room, Zhang Qingli was completely frightened. Her face was pale and she stared blankly at the ceiling of the ward. She couldn't figure out how she had the courage to face the transport truck all of a sudden! What would you do if you were run over to death? She knew that she didn't think about anything at that time, her only thought was: I can't bear it anymore, I can't keep this child. When she learned that the child in her belly was safe and sound, her tears suddenly fell down. She thought, why was she so stupid? Would you do such a thing? The child in my belly is my own flesh and blood, the fruit of my love with Chen Feng. Chen Feng's good things are coming out little by little, and I have no reason to strangle his life.

Do you believe that there is such a person in this world who is your other self in life? Lin Liangxia believed it, and so did Lu Jiuqiu. In the blossoming years, they were born and grew up together, faced difficulties together, loved the same boy together, grew from braided girls to casual women, and pursued dreams and freedom together. Finally, one of them "wandered" and the other "settled down and settled down", looking for their own happiness and destination in the life of their own choice. And in these long years, I am so lucky to meet you.

When he was nine years old, his father was imprisoned, and Yu Chenmian fell into rumors and became the target of public criticism. Shao Liangfeng was her guardian. He wanted to protect her from all wind and rain, but he didn't expect that this made her afraid of him. Yu Wuye is her master, turning her into his little follower in the name of a friend, giving orders like a queen. Ye Yongbai, when she was young and ignorant, she liked him, felt sorry for him, and cried bitterly, but she was just a passing visitor. Yan Mudong was her nightmare, stubbornly imprisoning her in the abyss, beyond redemption. When all is said and done, who is the one who truly loves her? The evening wind rises suddenly, night falls, and in the depths of darkness, time will eventually sleep with love.

She recalled what he said to his son, "No one is sad with me in this city..." Yes, no one. In more than twenty years, she did not know where or at what moment she abandoned Juliet in her own life. "Cui Hu," she called his name with nostalgia in her heart, she said, "I know your secret, but I will never tell you my secret..." Birds chirped loudly, and tears flowed silently down her face.

The photographer came, and after taking a full-moon photo of Xiaozhu, he said, "Let's take a photo of your family of three, too." Wang Yanfen pushed Li Baocai outside the house. Li Baocai carefully covered Xiaozhu's face with his hands. He was afraid that the morning sun would damage Xiaozhu's eyes. Wang Yanfen scooped up a ladle of grain and sprinkled it in front and behind Li Baocai's wheelchair. Some chickens and ducks came screaming and ran over. She also put the cat on the window sill and threw a piece of meat to it. She held the dog under Li Baocai's legs and threw it a bone. After that, she sat next to Li Baocai. She hugged Li Baocai with her left hand and the small column with her right hand and said to the photographer, "Take a photo for us." The photographer saw this beautiful frame of human fireworks in the frame, and began to press the shutter repeatedly.

Long Mei no longer insisted. If she continued, it would arouse Dachau's suspicion. Once such suspicion arises, it will definitely cast a shadow in the heart. If they have a future, this shadow will become a mine around them, so why bother. Long Mei had been prepared. She estimated that Dachau would not leave the city with her in a daze, so she could only have an unforgettable love with Dachau, a love that would deeply shock her from emotion to soul to body. Now that I think about it, my relationship with Wang Gang was at best a mutual love, while my relationship with Lei Sheng was a completely physical transaction. And she needs true and complete love, even if it is short-lived, it will be beautiful, and it will be as gorgeous as a rainbow across the sky. Then she quietly left the city with the sweetness and purity of this love. She believes that no matter where she goes, she will live strong because of this true and complete love.

What's the surprise? I wouldn't be surprised if the boss took you away from your bed. Take care of yourself! Ran Ran hung up the phone and immediately turned off the phone. She quickly calmed down and recalled the last details with Liang Shidong. She suddenly understood why Liang Shidong took everyone's files. He must have destroyed them, maybe for himself or for others. Ranran went to the newsstand and bought a new card. Before changing the card, she turned on her phone and hung up the phone to Ruth: Ruth, don't go to work tomorrow, something happened to the company!

Divorce? Wei Yadong's words once again surprised Zhang Xiaoyin. Afterwards, she called Chen Shuiyun. Chen Shuiyun's voice sounded cold and polite on the phone, with a hint of repulsion that perhaps only Zhang Xiaoyin could feel. She understood immediately that Chen Shuiyun didn't want her to ask too many questions, let alone her comfort, especially her comfort. Time is such a wonderful thing. Once, she thought Wei Yadong was the love she missed and the happiness Chen Shuiyun snatched from her. However, time has replaced all of this. Wei Yadong is not "love", let alone "happiness". What Chen Shuiyun had deliberately and painstakingly snatched away from her might just be a ridiculous marriage that had a beginning but no end.

Ai Qingchun shook her head: Well, Dad, we had little communication before. I only heard about it when Su Zimi brought her parents to the door to force me to divorce. Did you report him to the disciplinary inspection office? The father-in-law's eyes were as cold as nails. Ai Qingchun shook his head again. No! I just mobilized him to surrender and strive for leniency from the organization. He didn't listen to me. That's good! The father-in-law's tense body relaxed and he murmured: I am an old party member, and I am responsible for what happened to Kang Jun. You are also a party member, so you should report him. But I heard Lao Su say yesterday that it was you who reported Kang Jun. My heart felt so uncomfortable that I felt like I was going to explode! You think, am I, an old party member, working for nothing? The father-in-law patted his chest gently. Ai Qingchun held his hand and said in a sob, Dad, I understand how you feel.

When it was getting dark, Taohua walked out of the village, her face was covered with tears. She had nothing in her hand. She had already put the rope in her pocket. She walked out from the north side of the village and headed north along the white dam of the reservoir. Both sides of the dam were covered with green reeds, which made a loud "swishing" sound in the wind. She walked north along the embankment to the end of the reservoir, then turned west to reach the cypress field. Taohua didn't understand what she was doing now. She turned around and looked at Liujiadianzi behind her. The houses in Liujiadianzi suddenly became smaller, like children's building blocks. When she turned back to look at Liujiadianzi, she didn't even notice that a group of people were chasing them along the embankment. She didn't see the people behind them at all. Among the people who caught up with her were Risheng and Yuesheng, as well as Zhu Fengui and Dezhong Deliang. These people soon caught up with Peach Blossom. Taohua didn't know what they were going to do.

The school had to attach great importance to Dongfang Ming's self-imposed suicide. For this reason, an enlarged meeting of the school party committee was specially held to study Dongfang Ming's problem - how to prevent Dongfang Ming from committing suicide again. After discussion, the participants reached a consensus on two points: on the one hand, the school's psychological counseling center should provide in-depth and detailed psychological counseling work for Dongfang Ming; on the other hand, Dongfang Ming's employment issue must be considered. In view of Dongfang Ming's academic excellence, Dongfang Ming should be allowed to stay at the school to teach after graduation, which can be regarded as a tribute to his mentor Huo Xiaomo. I vaguely feel that my father's spirit in heaven is hard to comfort. He died inexplicably, leaving huge exclamation points and question marks.

In Fengling Town on the Songhua River in Northeast China in 1925, Feng Zhongyue and Ma Wanhai were two local families, both civil and military, both righteous and evil heroes. Both of them fell in love with the teacher's daughter, Black Grape. Feng and Ma were entangled in fights all day long because of their family feud. After that, the two men and Black Grape respectively rose up and became bandits who ruled the mountain. They were then recruited by the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation and joined the anti-Japanese struggle. Although the feud between the two never stopped. In the end, the two teamed up to completely defeat Ozaki who was stationed in Wind Chime Town, which greatly pleased the people. The woman they loved all their lives, Black Grape, died heroically for this, and more than a dozen Japanese military helmets were mysteriously left in her tomb. Everything disappeared, and Feng Zhongyue and Ma Wanhai rode their horses and disappeared among the white mountains and black waters.

The book "Aunt's Journey" tells the story of how although life was miserable after liberation, the protagonist's family did have a time that could be called happy. With the advent of an era of passion, the mother committed suicide by jumping into the river out of humiliation, and the aunt's boyfriend also died unexpectedly. From then on, the stepmother lived a strong life but suffered internally, while the aunt remained unmarried for the rest of her life with deep self-blame. As time goes by and things change, they forgive that era and others, but the only person they cannot forgive is themselves. As if driven by a huge and invisible thing, everything becomes thick and light, sweet and painful, beautiful and ugly, bright and dark, ordinary and weird... And the warmth and brilliance of human nature are everywhere displayed.

After graduating from the Medical University, Wang Lang was assigned to work at Tianma Hospital in Sishui City, engaged in hepatobiliary surgery, and determined to be a good doctor in the world who is devoted to his patients. He is handsome and has many admirers, and nurse Qiu Qian becomes his girlfriend. Wang Lang and Qiu Qian went to a driving school to learn to drive, and the female instructor Ye Rongchun fell in love with him. When she went out to practice driving, Ye Rong tried every means to seduce Wang Lang, but he did not hesitate and took good care of her when she suddenly fell ill. Qiu Qian saw Wang Lang and the stunningly beautiful female lawyer Long Fangyu together with her own eyes. She couldn't forgive them and the two broke up. But fate played tricks on people, and Long Fangyu and Wang Lang separated soon...

He half woke up in a daze. Even though everything just seemed so real, he knew that he had had a dream. As if in a dream but not in a dream, he heard the chirping of birds outside the window. "Is that the magpie calling..." He stood up, opened the window, and a ray of sunlight came in. The sunshine was very warm, almost able to talk, almost telling Liu Xinping: It was not just a dream, Fengling's good news email was already on the way; many of his questions that he had not had time to ask her before, and stories that he had not had time to tell her, were also on the way, together with a pair of Chinese jade, plump Chinese jade, that he specially bought for her. He seemed to hear the ringing jade sound...

It was when you were in your first year of high school, and your father started to use tricks in business to pay for your tuition - when he was selling apples, he took off someone else's scale. This was his first time cheating, and he was so clumsy that two high school students saw through it immediately. They were so rude that they kicked your father's apple stand and hit your father with apples. That day, one of your father's eyes was swollen and he almost lost his sight. Over the years, no matter how much suffering and grievances your father suffered outside, he would never tell you. You find that in the past two years, your father has been nagging a lot on this topic. He would often ask you with a smile, Bell, and... I don't know if I spent... Spent so much money, will it... Be wasted! You understand what your father means, because your grandma told you that your father is most afraid that you will ignore him or not want him when you grow up.

This is a story about contemporary Chinese heroes. It is a heroic epic that promotes the lofty patriotism and internationalism of the Chinese medical team members in Africa and demonstrates China's image, Chinese style, and Chinese courage.

The novel describes the life of Liu Hui's parents in the capital before liberation, reflects the social conditions and nature of that era, and shows the good-neighborly and friendly relations and perseverance of the people of the capital. At the critical moment when they encountered Japanese imperialist aggression, they shared the same hatred and sacrificed their lives. They stood up and fought to defend the motherland and the survival of the nation. They became immortal heroes and at the same time demonstrated the spiritual outlook, excellent quality and character of the Chinese nation.

The novel not only vividly describes the lively military life of contemporary armed policemen, but also truly records their tear-jerking love affairs, hardships and sacrifices. It also sharply criticizes all kinds of formalism and superstitious ideas in the army, and even more enthusiastically praises the selfless dedication of soldiers in peacetime and demonstrates the most precious spirit of bravery. In the magnificent description, the author describes the contradictions in detail and the characters deeply touching, showing the military writer's true love for the troops and his comrades.

The novel takes the first-person "I" and Nanchuan and others' love, life encounters and pursuit of self-dreams as the main line, and uses the life and love experiences of friends Fan Zheng, Lin Lan, Yin Xuehan and others as the sub-line. It is interspersed with "I"'s review of the unfortunate childhood and the complex emotions of the mother who married into her stepfather's family. It writes that these young people gradually have their own lives and endings after their respective pains and joys. And "I" finally met my lover Yuan Shuyu, and returned home to be reunited with my mother whom I had not seen for many years. Through the experiences of these young people in love, life and work, the novel shows their wanton youth and difficult and painful growth.

On that snowy day, Su Hong found me. When Su Hong called me, I was in a daze. When I went out and saw Su Hong and her car, my eyes suddenly lit up and I couldn't help but straighten my body. Su Hong drives a BMW X3. The dazzling sapphire blue is as noble as Su Hong. Su Hong locked the car door remotely and walked forward with her head held high, her steps swaying and soft. Su Hong stretched out her hand and said, Director Gou, I am Su Hong. The local dialect is mixed with some Shanghainese unvoiced sounds, which makes the Wu dialect soft and waxy, without the stiffness of the local dialect. I couldn't help but smile and welcomed Su Hong into my office like a shrimp. Su Hong was introduced by her classmate Zou San. Zou San joked on the phone that she is a beauty and knows your appetite. I haven't seen Zou San for a long time, and the impression is still in high school. Maybe he has the same impression of me, otherwise he wouldn't even have the characteristics of that time in his jokes.

Wang Rong was really grateful to Yang Yang. Watching her organize the funeral, she thought of everything without having to do anything on her own. He was so moved that he almost cried, and regretted that he should not have told Yang Yang about the divorce. I'm really sorry that things have gotten to this point. Yang Yang saw his guilt and kept comforting him. The last remaining problem is Xiao Sheng. Yang Yang likes Xiao Sheng as soon as he sees him and wants to adopt him. His daughter-in-law Yin Lin also wants to adopt Xiao Sheng as his son because she has never had children. Wang Rong asked Yin Lin to adopt Xiao Sheng. He said that there is a custom in Lingshui Bay called "bringing a younger brother", which means that if a childless family adopts a child from another family, it is guaranteed to bring out a large number of biological children. After Yin Lin adopted Xiao Sheng, she became pregnant within three months.

Attack people, attack people. At first I thought it was a wonderful name for her, and I was quite proud of it. Today, many years later, I still think that the name I chose for her is very meaningful, but I no longer feel any sense of pride. Instead, when I think of this name, I feel a distant sense of loss. After all, I have lost her for many years. Over the years, I have thought of her countless times, thought of her often, and missed her all the time. Sometimes, I would call her like this for no reason, or sigh, Xiren, Xiren... Xiren's original name is also very nice, and her surname is Hua (a fancy girl, her surname is Hua, which is quite satisfactory, and it can be regarded as a kind of providence).

There is a kind of person in this world called a lustful person. Whether they are male or female, they are quite difficult to get. Anyone who becomes a pervert must pay a price, especially a pervert woman. Mrs. Fan is such a person. Of course Mrs. Fan's husband's surname was Fan, and he was known as Lao Fan and Fan Pingrong. This is such a twisty name. At first glance, it seems ordinary and straightforward, but don't you know that there is something extraordinary hidden behind the ordinary. Mrs. Fan didn't know the importance of the matter and had an affair with Lao Fan. As a result, she ruined the rest of her life. This is how Mrs. Fan married Lao Fan. Two years before Mrs. Fan met Lao Fan, the previous Mrs. Fan passed away. This Mrs. Fan did not leave behind any thoughts for Lao Fan, but she left behind a son whom Lao Fan regarded as his eye-catcher.

The outer loin of the lamb turned purple after being braised, and a layer of oil oozed out from the inside, making it very slippery. Ma Anhui used chopsticks to pick it up once, and then again, and finally caught it the third time. He was afraid that the outer waist of the sheep would slip off again, so he stretched his neck forward and jerked his chopsticks upward before sucking it into his mouth. Ma Zhenzhen chewed fiercely a few times, lifted the beer bottle with his left hand, and said inarticulately, "Brother Dazui, let's hit another one!" At this time, Zhao Dazui's right arm holding the beer suddenly stopped in the air. Ma Zhenzheng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No, Brother Jincai!" Zhao Dazui's right arm holding the beer still stayed in the air, motionless.

Wang Song, male, originally from Beijing. Member of the Chinese Writers Association, national first-level writer, visiting professor of Beijing Normal University, and enjoys the State Council Expert Allowance. Professional writer from Tianjin Writers Association. Graduated from the Department of Mathematics of Tianjin Normal University in 1982 and has served as a teacher, reporter, magazine editor, and television director. He started writing literature in 1983, mainly novels. He has published a large number of long, medium and short stories in major domestic literary journals such as People's Literature, Harvest, Chinese Writers, October, Contemporary, Flower City, Everyone, and Zhongshan. He has published more than 10 full-length novels, such as "No Love in Spring", "Song·Balad", "Fish", "Motivation", and "Night·Color", and self-selected novellas such as "Sunshine Like Smoke", "Toads in Bloom", "Collected Works of Wang Song" (four volumes), etc. To date, he has published more than 10 million words of novels, and his works have been reprinted and selected for many times by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly" and various domestic literary anthologies and anthologies. In 2004, he won the Tianjin "Young Writers Creation Award". The novella "Mercurochrome" won the "Great Red Eagle Literary Award for Outstanding Novel" by "Chinese Writers". The novella "The Story of Two Donkeys" has won the "2003-2006 National Outstanding Novel Award" from "Selected Novels", the "National Readers' Favorite Novel Award" from "Selected Novels", and the "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly" Excellent Novel Award, etc., And has been adapted into a movie. Other works have won various domestic literary awards many times and been adapted into film and television works. From 2005 to 2008, he began to write novels with the theme of "post-educated youth", trying to interpret and express that special history from a new perspective. He published "post-educated youth" in magazines such as "Harvest", "People's Literature", "Contemporary" and "Everyone". A number of short and medium-sized novels, including "Pigs for Educated Youth", "Sunflowers to the Sun", "A River of Red Flags", "Eyebrows", "Two Donkeys", "Toads in Bloom", "Pig-Headed Qin", "Autumn Ming Mountain", "Crying Wheat", "Woodcock - Vertical Blowing", "Sunflower Induction", and "Our Story". At the same time, he created a large number of sketches, cross talk and lyrics. The sketches and cross talk works have been broadcast and performed at the domestic CCTV Spring Festival Gala and major TV stations' art evening parties, and have won many domestic awards.

"No, you have to tell me clearly, who were you with last night?" She has been asking endless questions since she walked in in the afternoon. Every time she came in, she would take off her white cashmere coat and hang it on the hanger before sitting on the sofa. She only has one coat that she likes in winter, and I bought it for her the year we met. Today, she didn't even bother to take off her coat. As soon as she entered the door, she flopped down and sat on the sofa, staring at me and questioning me. "Are you talking?" She continued to stare at me with her sleepy eyes, the bags under her eyes were prominent, and she looked like she hadn't slept well. Seeing that I still didn't answer her, she raised her buttocks and took off her coat. After taking it off, she sat down again and threw the roll of coat to the corner of the sofa.

Arriving at the entrance of Xima Village, the wedding car stopped. Three miles from Dongma Village to Xima Village, Yue Qiao felt like she just got on and off the bus. The wedding car was rented by Yulong from the city. It was very long and bright, and its appearance was no different from the wedding cars Yue Qiao had seen when she was working in Beijing. It's a pity that I only sat there for a while, maybe ten minutes at most. Behind the wedding car is a large bus that can seat fifty or sixty people. All the relatives from the mother's family who are sending their daughter off are sitting in it. In front of the car was a double-cab car, with a majestic salute like a rocket launcher mounted in the car. Further ahead, there was a pickup truck. Several young people stood on it, lit firecrackers with cigarettes in their hands, and threw them to the roadside. With a crackling sound, a burst of green smoke filled the road and went into the fruit trees beside the road. The dowry car was a three-wheeled agricultural vehicle. It had arrived a little early and was parked on the roadside. It was colorful and particularly brilliant in the sun.

At the end of 1979, I fell seriously ill and almost died. After jumping the queue and returning to Shanghai, I was assigned to work as a sand foundry worker in the Shanghai Iron Pot Factory. After living in the countryside for eight and a half years, I dreamed of returning to Shanghai and entering a factory. But when I actually returned to Shanghai and entered a factory, I began to wonder: Is this Shanghai and this factory what I dreamed of? The sand foundry shop is a black world. Three to four thousand square meters, from floor to ceiling, every inch is black and covered with thick black powder. The iron pot factory produces jet black iron pots for cooking. Iron pots are made by sand casting, pouring molten iron into molds, and then cooling them into shape. In order to prevent the molten iron from adhering to the mold, a layer of silicon powder needs to be applied to the mold before casting. Silicon powder is a toxic metal powder. When the silicon powder applied on the mold touches the hot molten iron, strong smoke will rise, and black powder will come out of the mold, dyeing everything black.

An An suddenly came back to her senses and sat upright. Xiao Han was standing next to the seat, tapping his fingers on the table, looking businesslike. "Ah, that..." After thinking for two days, she finally remembered what he said before leaving. He said that the planning document must be submitted in time... Is there such a thing? After expressing your feelings, make a job request! "I-I'll pass it on to you right away, Mr. Xiao." An An didn't know how he came to the planning department in person, let alone how long he had been here. He might have seen her dazed scene a long time ago. "Well, don't be anxious, take your time." Xiao Han seemed to have a smile in his voice: "But there is another thing that we need to pay close attention to." After that, he walked out of the office. Amidst the whispers of her colleagues, An An quietly turned her head and glanced at his back, thinking about how to reply.

Chen Jiafeng resolutely left "Da Shengkui" and returned to his hometown. As soon as he entered the house, his mother-in-law Fengzhu pushed a six or seven-year-old boy in front of him. He saw that this boy was handsome, handsome and cute, just like he looked like when he was a child. Although this child was a child, he was very reserved and timid in front of Chen Jiafeng. However, Chen Jiafeng was away from home for a long time and did not even know that his mother-in-law had given birth to a son. At this time, a half-grown boy suddenly appeared in front of him, so vivid that he couldn't help but feel at a loss. The father and son looked at each other, not knowing what to do. "Panpan, call me big." Under Fengzhu's urging, the child timidly called out: "Big..." Chen Jiafeng stretched out his hand and gently held the child's hand in his palm. This was the first time Chen Jiafeng met his biological son.

Chen Yulian dressed up in front of the mirror as soon as she got up early in the morning. Eyebrow pencil and lipstick gently kissed her skin, giving off a sense of confidence, relief and yearning. Her mood was like a joyful rain just enjoying on the long-drought loess land. She went to work at Love Hospital for the first time today. She had to leave a good impression and had to be a little particular. The husband came up behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and said, I will take you there. Yulian said, no need! The principle that Yulian has adhered to over the years is not to involve her husband and not let him ask for help!

Zhao Xuequan, an old man at the north end of Zhaojia Village, has added four new graves in three years. Zhao Zitao and Jiang Yihan sat face to face next to the new graves of their third son and sister-in-law Wang Mei. They looked at each other with red and swollen eyes, but could not say a word. In the howling autumn wind, the withered yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another. It slowly and slowly fell to the ground, making a bleak "rustling" sound. Autumn dusk always comes quickly, before the water vapor evaporated by the sun on the mountains and fields has dissipated. The sun has not yet disappeared, and the shadow of the moon has dimly reflected in the sky. Then, the wild wind in the valley carried a strong coolness and drove the white mist towards them. Zhao Zitao said to Jiang Yihan in a hoarse voice: "Let's go back. You are pregnant with a child. Don't dare to sit in the wild for too long. Be careful."

My elation is obvious. When I wake up every morning, every cell in my body is filled with excitement, energy and passion. Not everyone is lucky enough to experience this feeling, and some people may never even experience it in their entire lives. Even I was far away from this before I met Dong Yuan. I sat up and howled twice in an exaggerated way, "Oh-oh--". Zhang Dianquan, who was sleeping on the other side of the bed, also woke up at this time, yawned and stretched. I deliberately imitated the dubbing of foreign cartoons and said in a tone of voice: "Brother Quan, how did you sleep?" "Not bad..." Zhang Dianquan said. After getting up and washing up, we went out to have some breakfast and then took the bus to go to work in our respective units.