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The day when Lan Yuer and Wei Yiping agreed to go through divorce procedures was sunny and windy. Lan Yu'er looked at the bright sunshine outside before going out, and even wanted to take care of herself. She looked in the mirror for a long time but still held back. After all, it was a divorce, so she should keep a low profile so as not to make outsiders think that she had planned it for a long time. They made an appointment the day before to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau at 9 a. M. The next day to go through the divorce procedures. When Lan Yu'er rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Wei Yiping arrived almost at the same time as her, and the two of them were on time as if they were attending an important meeting. They looked at each other, and then walked into the civil affairs bureau hall together. The divorce procedures for Wei Yiping and Lan Yuer went very smoothly, as simple and quick as going to the telecommunications department to pay the phone bill or going to the bank to withdraw money.

Changshui has a pair of semi-reliable sons. The three cubs look human-like, like blanks cast from the same mold. There are also gaps. For example, in studying, there is a huge gap between them. The second son, Jianwen, is in the third grade of junior high school and his grades are excellent. San'er Jiansuo had just started school, and in the first semester he actually became the number one scholar in the first grade. Chang Shui grinned with joy: "Good boy! The two of you are worthy of my breeding, but the donkey was raised by a bitch from Yangzhou." The donkey is Chang Shui's boss. The eighteen-year-old man didn't get ahead in elementary school. Blame the moisture? As soon as Changshui was angry, he invented a zodiac sign for him, saying that the donkey belongs to the pig's large intestine. When he pulls it up, he has a long bamboo pole, and when he lets go, it spreads out. Talk about a donkey! Don't be impatient, cook it slowly, and when you're done, the principal will make you a teacher if he pleases. After his father finished talking, the donkey turned around and laughed "hehehehehe". Aren't you just eighteen? Men don't go out until the 33rd day of the sun, so they're early! Besides, the past few years have not been in vain.

There is a watch repair shop on this commercial street. The watch repairman's surname is Bao, and everyone calls him Master Bao. Master Bao's name is Bao Lanping. This name is a bit feminine, but also a bit romantic. In fact, Bao Lanping is not young, he is already over sixty, but no one knows how old he is. He does look like he is around sixty, but sometimes he doesn't look like that age. For example, if he dresses up and wears decent clothes, a suit, vest, jacket, etc., Or if he smiles, his appearance is very artistic. Not only does he not look like more than fifty, fifty is zero, maybe more than fifty. Therefore, the neighbors around the watch shop always quarreled about Bao Lanping's age. The quarrel lasted for more than ten years, and Bao Lanping also grew older by more than ten years, but the quarrelsome people were still quarreling sixty miles and fifty away.

My father is 79 years old, frail and sick, with asthma, heart disease, high myopia, and has to use a cane to walk. After a difficult journey, he exhausted all the energy of his life. I pressed my face against his and heard his weak voice: "... My pension has increased again... I won't rent a house, and I won't need a nanny... I will go to a nursing home... I can save 1,000 yuan a month..." After hearing this, I was heartbroken. Mom is gone forever, and I, my husband, my brother and my siblings are all devastated. After the farewell ceremony, my brother came to me and said that he could not let his father live alone and asked him to move to his house. My brother said that dad wouldn't go, so he asked me to convince him. I think my brother's ideas are reasonable. My father is 79 years old, frail and sick, with asthma, heart disease, high myopia, and has to use a cane to walk.

The source of my memory remains a black dog and a watermelon. The black dog is called Heizi. He is as black as the night, without a single hair, and his eyes are like stars in the desert night sky. When the stars appeared, Mom and Dad had not come back yet. I can see the stars from one of the skylights in the diwozi. The flower-skinned watermelon looks like melon vines woven into a green ring. As soon as I smelled it, I felt it was edible. Dad rolled the watermelon out from under the bed and said, "Play with it, don't hit it with a stick." I can't hold the watermelon. It's too big. I can't ride on it. When it moves, I fall down and it refuses to let me ride. Many years later, I heard the phrase "draped in stars and worn in the moon" in a aria in a model opera, and I thought of my parents, who always came home after the stars came out.

The problem seems to be attributed to Chen Yihu's fascination with the beautiful bodies of girls Wu Qun. Chen Yihu was in a particularly good mood that morning. At that time, he was revising a new project report, which was related to the company's development in the future. At first he thought that this report might be very nerve-wracking, but it was not like that. He changed it smoothly. At that time, he suddenly realized that he was in a good mood. At first he didn't know why he was in such a good mood. He always thought that a good mood was due to good weather. In previous years, there would always be a period of "autumn tiger" after the Beginning of Autumn, but this year was particularly strange. After the Beginning of Autumn, a few autumn rains completely wiped out the summer heat. Even though it had just come out, he already felt the crisp autumn air.

It's the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, and Linghua is still raising the height and soil of the fish pond. Aunt Lan, who came back from the market, squatted on the embankment and chatted with her, and asked: Jin Fu hasn't been home for the New Year in two years, right? Linghua nodded: Yes. Aunt Lan asked again: It's time to come back this year, right? Linghua shook her head: I don't know. Aunt Lan asked again: After such a long time, do you miss him? Linghua stopped and smiled bitterly: I was exhausted all day long, how could I have time to think. Aunt Lan joked: I don't believe it, and I don't even think about it when I sleep? Linghua blushed and was about to retort when Shitou drove over in a farm truck and shouted: Sister-in-law Linghua! Go home quickly! Brother Jinfu is back! Linghua grabbed a clod of soil and threw it away: "Fuck you!" Spread rumors! Shitou said seriously: Really, I'm not going to lie to you, I just saw it! Aunt Lan got on Shitou's farm truck and waved to Linghua: Stop it, go back and take a look! Linghua half-truthfully said: I'm not going back! What's there to see?

Back then in the countryside, even though I was young, someone introduced me to someone. I might as well brag here that I am a talented person and have a good family background. The "professional matchmakers" and "amateur matchmakers" who want to introduce me to a partner really want to break through the threshold of my family before they give up. But I'm not at all grateful to either matchmaker. Because neither of these two matchmakers is here to introduce me to the girl I have a crush on. The girl I have a crush on is named Zhang Yunxia, ​​and she is my right neighbor. Zhang Yunxia is born like a fairy, with a tall figure, a fair and rosy face, and double eyelids. When she smiles, she shows two sweet dimples. Whenever I see her, I will stare at her for a while. She seems to be in love with me too.

"Blind Man" has been undergoing the ultimate test since he was born, the ultimate test of real survival, and the ultimate test of personal willpower. After he passed the stage of survival, he still had to face the extreme indifference of family ties and deep personal loneliness. My brother's feast has become a test room for me to witness the warmth of human feelings, the depth of human nature, and my ability to adjust myself in life. Master Ping was giving "Big Guy" a massage when suddenly the door was pushed open: "Master Ping, phone!" This voice started up in the small massage room where even breathing could be heard. It was like a whip, shaking "Big Guy" all over. Master Ping's hand suddenly stopped, and then he heard a curse: What the hell! My sleepyhead just came up, and now I'm noisy again! The "big guy" turned over, took off the white towel on himself, and sat up.

The sky is blue, and a few white clouds are as lazy as sheep, sleeping on the sky. On Yangcheng Street, pedestrians with Q-shaped braids come and go. The "Gengzi Indemnity" devastated the Qing Dynasty. The pressure of the huge indemnity forced the court to continue to impose arbitrary pretexts on the working people, and imposed arbitrary taxes. People complained privately but could do nothing. After most people scolded them, they had to do whatever they had to do. For some families with good conditions, morning tea and late night snacks were also indispensable. Although the poor peddlers and lackeys had no snacks like "phoenix feet and pig guts" to eat, a bowl and a half of salted fish porridge and dried vegetables and sweet potatoes could satisfy their hunger. This stems from the Cantonese people's open-mindedness that "there will always be things that go wrong in life, and you will be covered when the sky falls." Even so, love and hate are written on the sallow and vegetable green faces.

When he arrived in the small town, Zhang Shan was not yet eighteen years old, and Qing Tao was only one. He was still at the age where chaos was beginning to emerge, and he didn't understand everything. No matter where there is water, it becomes alive and spiritual, and the same is true for small towns. At that time, Zhang Shan did not study, but wanted to write and become a master in the future. Zhang Shan's father disagreed and said: "Bullshit, writing books is useless. Go and study." Zhang Shan didn't, so his father beat him with a stick and broke three of them. Instead of sending him to school, he jumped and quietly came to the town and became a real vagabond... Zhang Shan took the letter, and in front of him stood Wu Ye, holding his article, reading it seriously, with a smile on his face and said: "It's so well written, you will definitely become a writer."

Zhao Xiaosui is afraid of living in the daytime. There were too few classes during the day, and for graduate students, there were only a few classes a week. After the instructor finished the class, he listed the required readings and several questions that he asked to think about and research. He put the lesson preparation book and books into his handbag and left in a hurry. The rest of the time is for students to study and think in their dormitories or in the library. But what Zhao Xiaosui was afraid of was going back to her dormitory in broad daylight. Twice, when I unlocked and pushed the door, I saw that the curtains on Li Yun's bed were tightly closed. The originally strong double-decker iron bed was creaking and shaking like an old bus bumping on a rugged mountain road, and suppressed moans and gasps could be heard from the curtains.

It was an extremely hot day in Jinzhou. Chi Huaide, who came from a relatively good family, invited two of his classmates, Li Ke and Huang Haiyang, to a tavern. Li Ke said, call Qin Yan. Qin Yan is their classmate and also Li Ke's lover. Qin Yan was admitted to university, but Chi Huaide and the others were depressed and frustrated. Therefore, Huang Haiyang said, forget it, don't shout, they are going to university, aren't you asking for trouble? Li Ke said, I still miss her. What Li Ke didn't say was that he and Qin Yan had already eaten the forbidden fruit. He missed her so much that he was always out of the service area when he called her, and there was no reply to her text messages. He didn't dare to come to the door. Now that Chi Huaide invites everyone to drink, it is the opportunity to call her! But Chi Huaide said, drink, don't be sticky! Three high school classmates were drinking in a pub and got drunk.

That afternoon, if someone were walking through a certain street in this southern coastal city, they would see me and my owner, a frail dog and a sturdy middle-aged man, sitting on the stone steps of the street in a dependent manner. To be more precise, I depended on him because I felt that my thin body was as light as a withered leaf and could be blown away from the tree of life by the wind of death at any time. My master had obviously realized this and kept hugging me with his warm arms, hoping that I could retain a little more vitality in my cold torso. We sat in silence like this, him smoking and me panting. On this ordinary afternoon, no one paid attention to us, and no one knew that we were experiencing the moment of separation and death.

Mimi lay next to Dr. Zhuang's ear and asked worriedly: "Dr. Zhuang, do you think the sun will hit the earth one day?" Dr. Zhuang burst into tears, looked at Mimi's innocent big eyes, and said softly: "No, no, Mimi. The sun and the earth are good friends. Friend!" Mimi put the money into Dr. Zhuang's hand, stood up, picked a small golden flower from the roadside, and pressed it on her shiny head with her fingers. A smile spread at the corner of her mouth... It was as if what she was wearing was not a flower, but the whole spring.

Wu Fanfan came out of the examination room. There was a barrier outside the middle school, and the old locust tree outside the barrier was already filled with a bunch of students who had finished answering the test papers first. The head teacher and several substitute teachers were surrounded by them, asking everyone how they did in the exam. Everyone was busy checking the answers. The shouts of surprise meant that they were glad that they got the answer right, while the sighs and banging their heads and feet clearly expressed the regret that they got the answer wrong. Wu Fanfan did not move forward to join them. She lowered her head, quickened her pace, and walked away quietly. Wu Fanfan knew that the group of classmates who surrounded the teacher and were cared about by the teacher were usually good students with the highest grades in their grade. There would be no problem in getting admitted to university, and some would definitely be admitted to prestigious key universities.

He was once a happy naughty boy, naughty and rebellious. He destroyed the neighbor's house, secretly drank the wine from the communion, secretly smoked with his friends, and fooled around with the girls... He was not the child his parents expected, and his parents' love also made him feel suffocated. So he left home thousands of miles away and lived his own life. He thought he would be free like this. However, his parents would eventually grow old. The moment he received the call that his father was ill, he suddenly realized: There is no such a safe and warm place in the world where he can indulge himself wantonly. We will eventually return.

Ah Hei is not a police dog. If you say it is a domestic dog, I reluctantly accept it. But please don't call it a dog. If you call it a dog, I will get angry with you. After all, Ah Hei also grew up in a police dog base. His father, Heizi, was a brilliant and meritorious dog, and he could be regarded as the queen of a famous family. The most important thing is that if you call it a dog, you will lose its share. If you lose its share, you will lose its owner, me and Brother Qing. Not only me, but also Brother Qing will talk about your ancestors secretly. As for why Ah Hei is not a police dog, it is simple: Ah Hei has no organization. Why is it not compiled? It's simple. Our level is low. Although no one stipulates that county-level public security bureaus are not allowed to have police dog bases, our conditions... Yes, when it comes to conditions, it's all about the point. In the final analysis, it's money.

The day before my uncle's accident, my aunt ran around the old ancestral hall three times until she was out of breath from exhaustion. The uncle asked her what was wrong with her. My aunt said that when she was passing by the ancestral hall, she saw a white rabbit next to her, so she rushed to chase it. Unexpectedly, the white rabbit ran wildly around the ancestral hall. She ran and ran but couldn't catch up. Then it suddenly disappeared. It was like seeing a ghost. The uncle said that he just saw a ghost, whose soul must have left the body. Who would have thought that the prophecy would come true, and he would actually risk his own life. When I saw my aunt, she was still mumbling: Why? Why is the white rabbit missing? She slumped on the ground weakly, her hair disheveled, and her hands kept beating the cold floor. The uncle's body was lying upright on the shelf next to him, wrapped in a white cloth. A funeral home is a daunting place. I never imagined that one day my loved ones would see each other in this way.

Gao Binghan, who traveled between Taiwan and the mainland with his ashes in his arms, will eventually become a unique landscape in modern China. The heart-breaking separation of flesh and blood, the perseverance of love in the lonely old age, the pair of relatives recognizing each other in the ashes, the rich nostalgia of Heze evokes the sad memories of a hundred years of ups and downs, and also contains the strong expectation for the reunion of flesh and blood on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. The ordinary fate of the great old man and the great old lady is far more shocking and moving than fiction. There is no road home more difficult than this one: not only must we cross geographical straits, but also the real-political divide; not only must we shorten the time and space of thousands of mountains and rivers, but we must also bridge the spiritual and emotional gaps; we must not only endure the wind and rain of nature, but also cross the rapids of human nature.

A woman never thought that she would lie to her. After being married to Basia Village for twenty-one years, the woman has long been accustomed to the slow and leisurely approach of the old man, and when he was still a skinny boy, he had already shown the calmness of his character. Twenty-one years seemed to be frozen behind his swarthy face. From his mind to his appearance, the woman didn't see any change in him. That night, Lao Cheng calmly told the woman about his trip to Tower Town again, and just like in the past, he did not show the slightest look that made people feel depressed. The woman tapped the curved spoon on the edge of the pot and firmly concluded for him: "Go back when you have time!" All the circumstances were enough to arouse the woman's suspicion. Lao Cheng not only stayed in Tazhen for a long time this time, but also failed to return by the original route.

I had no choice but to place a matrimonial advertisement. Unexpectedly, I met a rich man. I mustered up 120,000 courage and walked into the door of the Evening News Advertising Department. When I handed the materials in my hand to the receptionist, my face must have been red. I lowered my head shyly, not daring to look at her. The receptionist took the materials and while chatting with others, she quickly completed the procedures for me without even looking at me!

As soon as Xiaoqi packed up the things on her desk, heavy rain started falling. Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for kindergarten to end school, so Xiao Qi held an umbrella and walked out. The rain was so heavy that the small sky-blue umbrella was of no use at all. As soon as she left the door of the unit, Xiaoqi's whole body was already soaked by the rain. Xiaoqi looked up at the dark sky and called a taxi. When we arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, fortunately, school was not over yet. Many parents who were picking up their children had gathered at the school gate, blocking the door tightly. Xiao Qi stood under a tree not far away, waiting for her daughter to come out. The clothes were all wet and stuck to her body, exposing the curves of Xiao Qi's body.

On the day he reported to Miaoxi Town, Zheng Xiaomao, who was still excited about being named on the gold list, was poured cold water on his head. Lao Hu, the deputy secretary in charge of personnel, asked him to immediately go to Jinhuashan Village at the source of the Bailang River and serve as deputy director of the village committee. Jinhua Mountain? One year? Zheng Xiaomao took a breath of cold air. It's the most remote and poor place in town, and there's no bus service. If you have something urgent, you can only get there in a hurry. "Isn't the civil service post I took the exam for the Finance Office? Why did I become a village official?" Zheng Xiaomao muttered. The sound was not loud, but Lao Hu obviously heard it. Lao Hu stopped midway in holding the teacup, stared with a pair of goldfish eyes and asked, "What?" Zheng Xiaomao knew that he had made a mistake, so he bit his lower lip and stopped uttering a word.

Liu Jiangru felt his body suddenly shake, presumably the train was moving. Asked mother if she was going home? Mother and father exchanged glances, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then replied in the affirmative. Liu Jiangru leaned back against the carriage, tears pouring down his face. Her mother handed her a tissue, which she touched and threw aside. Her father was afraid that the coat hook behind her would hit her head, so he took her hand and wanted her to touch the back of her head. Liu Jiangru threw away his father's hand, leaned back even further, and banged his head against the iron shelf of the bunk bed. The mother hugged two quilts and put them behind her, but Liu Jiangru pushed them far away. My parents were afraid that people on the train would be impatient, so they tried to persuade me at first. Later, after seeing the passengers around me knowing the details, they all stopped trying to persuade me with an understanding attitude. A fat middle-aged woman sitting opposite wiped her tears and said, "Let the child cry. After crying, you will feel better." The young man who gave it to her just now must be her boyfriend.

Ruixiang didn't have her own name until she was twelve years old. Before that, her mother called her Yatou, and her brother also called her Yatou. At that time, her mother was already a little crazy. In order to find her husband who had abandoned his wife and children, she took her brother and sister to almost half of China. They were dressed in rags and lived by begging. However, after arriving in a small town by the Yangtze River, this dull-eyed woman suddenly became sober. After sitting on the street corner and taking a nap, she decided to go home. However, she could no longer remember where her home was, so she turned to ask her son. The son was sleeping drowsily on the ground. He was suffering from chills and fever. Sometimes he was so cold that his face turned blue, and sometimes he was so hot that his face turned red. The woman was silent for a while and then asked her daughter.

Like an owl appearing during the day. --The floor-to-ceiling glass in Shakespeare's "Henry VI" is inlaid with patterns of fish and water plants, which makes people always feel exposed indoors, and blackout curtains may be able to block all the secrets. At three o'clock every afternoon, Shi Linhua would sit in the hotel, leaning on the edge of the curtains that were opened to both sides, looking at the street through a layer of glass in trance. There is a street in front of the hotel. Two or three kilometers to the west, you can reach the leisure and entertainment center, Xinhua Bookstore, the Procuratorate, the amusement park and other places. To the east, the street becomes narrower and narrower, until the end of the street, with a few private houses on both sides, and occasionally two or three vegetable fields. At the end is a large blue-black river. The river water slowly flows from the neighboring county and will soon flow into the sea.

The old woman with small feet tiptoed to the office to report that there were many kites flying from the roof of the entrance hall of their courtyard. They were yellow and green, and they must be sending signals to enemy aircraft. Ziyun smiled slightly after hearing this, "Let's take a look at such things." Ziyun knew that she was looking for trouble and pretended to make shocking remarks. The old woman with small feet is the leader of the residents' group. She had reported that the neighbor in the doorway house was suspicious in the past, saying that he usually did not interact with the neighbors, but stayed in the house, sneaking around, like a spy. Ziyun laughed secretly and thought to himself, if you can catch a spy, the spy must be stupider than a pig. However, flying kites on the rooftop is also fun. You might as well take a look. She tied a gauze scarf around her neck. After glancing at the mirror, he and the team leader walked out of the room one after another. Entering the south gate courtyard, she immediately saw the kite on the roof of the earthen house. It was flying freely and unrestrainedly, and it was more graceful than someone flying it.

The fourth brother is dead. Died of throat cancer. In October last year, my fourth brother first developed swollen lymph nodes under his right ear, and his speech was unclear. It took him two months to go to the hospital, and he was diagnosed with laryngeal cancer, which had spread at an advanced stage. Cancer cells spread along the lymph to the internal organs. The fourth brother lived in Coal City, and the medical conditions were naturally not as good as those in the provincial capital, so the eldest sister took her son and drove to the provincial capital hospital to bring the fourth brother and his simple daily necessities in a cart. The hospital is not far from my current home. As soon as I settled in here, my wife and I decided to go to the hospital to see him. When something happened, my wife was in a panic and lacked her own opinion. She kept wiping away her tears and said, "This is what we can do." The wife's words have two meanings. Firstly, if you get this bad disease and drag it to this point, you are destined to have bad luck and not live long. Secondly, the fourth brother has been single for so many years. Who will take care of him when he is sick and hospitalized? The fourth brother had a wife in the past, but his wife divorced him; the fourth brother had a daughter in the past, but the daughter no longer had contact with him.

Lu Xiaoci called Gan Moer several times, but Gan Moer ignored her. If it were anyone else, they might think that a beautiful woman like Gan Mo'er was pretending to be aloof, but Lu Xiaoci didn't think so. They had been roommates for a year when they were freshmen in high school, so Lu Xiaoci knew Gan Moer well. Not only that, she also knew that Gan Mo'er had recently become romantically involved and had a very handsome boyfriend, which made the single Lu Xiaoci envious. There were no handsome guys at this moment, only Gan Moer in a swimsuit came ashore alone, her fair skin covered with crystal water drops. Lu Xiaoci ran over and patted her smooth back: "Mo'er, did you come alone?"

When I was young, my wife and I were a quarrelsome couple. If they encounter any trivial and insignificant matter, they will quarrel with each other. Quarrel becomes the only solution to all problems between couples. Three small quarrels a day and one big quarrel every three days were the norm in our family life when my wife and I were young. Husbands and wives quarrel, and the more they quarrel, the more passionate they become, like a pair of roosters with cross-red eyes. They cannot meet each other, and they quarrel whenever they meet. If they don't quarrel, they have nothing to do and nothing to say. People say that family is a place to express love, not a place to reason. When husband and wife quarrel, they don't care about the expression of love. They want to swallow each other up, blame each other, and hurt each other, which becomes the only mode of expression. At that time, my daughter was young and in kindergarten. When we quarrel, we will not take her existence into consideration, let alone harm her.

Before the Spring Festival in 2002, the snowy mountains in the border area experienced a heavy snowfall that had not happened in 50 years. Sandaogou Forest Farm, located on the mountainside of a snow-capped mountain, was in short supply. Yang Chunyan, secretary of the Youth League branch, decided to lead workers Wang Chunlin and Shi Shouyan on foot down the mountain to ask for help. At about 3 pm on January 30, three people and a worker's child went down the mountain from the work section. They walked about a kilometer. At the corner of the road, a tiger suddenly jumped out, with its hooves flying in the air. It knocked down Yang Chunyan who was walking in the front with a loud roar. Wang Chunlin and the others were so frightened that they turned around and ran away. They ran back to the work section and took tools such as chainsaws and knives. They went down the mountain fully armed and tried to snatch Yang Chunyan back, but it was too late. The ferocious tiger lay in the middle of the road and did not leave for three days and three nights. It was not until February 2 that the rescue team from the mountain arrived and the trapped workers were rescued.

Lao Jia is a happy person who loves to laugh since he was a child. At that time, he had a baby face, and when he smiled, he had two front teeth, which looked like they were custom-made from white marble. They were big, white, and attractive. Now, a pair of front teeth have been living in his mouth for forty-five years. They are only slightly weathered and are still dazzling in the light. Of course, his face shape is still the same, it's just that his hair has become wider and there are wrinkles from time, but it's superficial. Li Yun said, I like you like this, happy. Lao Jia is the ice, and Li Yun is the boiling water in the thermos. Open the cork and Lao Jia melts. Lao Jia and Li Yun met at a class reunion. At that time, Lao Jia and the others booked a hotel. The hotel hosted two classmates' reunions from the same school at the same time. They both ate in the lobby on the first floor. It was very crowded and noisy. Lao Jia arrived late that day, so he walked over when he saw an empty seat.

If grandma didn't exist, I would definitely doubt whether my father was my biological father and whether my mother was my biological mother. Fortunately, grandma cannot be fake, and naturally her only son, my father, cannot be fake either. However, even so, doubting whether I was a child picked up on the roadside still occupies many of my childhood memories. With this question that has puzzled me for a long time, I started "peeping" on my father from a very early age. My father has the habit of keeping diaries, which started when he was in high school. His habit of keeping diaries started after he got married. I first peeked at my father's diary when I was six years old. At that time, my family subscribed to "Novel Monthly", "People's Literature", "Selected Novels", and yes, "Friends", "Overseas Digest" and "Story Club". Of course, there were also newspapers, all kinds of daily newspapers from top to bottom.

While my wife was scolding my second brother for being unfilial at home, the second brother and his daughter had already taken the train back to Jinhua, Zhejiang. The second brother's family was wandering and working there. The second brother teaches in a school for migrant workers. The second sister-in-law cooks in a factory. The son of the second brother's family first went to junior high school at home, and then went to a technical school there. After graduating from the technical school, he stayed there to work. The daughter of the second brother's family has been studying at home. This year she was admitted to a university in Guangdong and just received the admission notice. My wife said, "Second brother, can you find such a son in the world?" I will be hospitalized for surgery in a few days, but he slapped his butt and waved his hand, leaving me alone and running away. My father had cataracts in his eyes and had to be hospitalized for surgery to remove them.

Lu Tong saw it in the smoking room of the Hong Kong International Airport terminal. Browsing antique collection websites has become his professional habit for many years. Even after participating in the five-day spring auction, he was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, and he could still mechanically turn on his mobile phone and take a look. Its photo flashed across the lower right corner of a jade pendant page. Lu Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lost all sleep. He eagerly entered its pages. There are only three photos. One is a complete display of the outfit, one is a close-up of the flag, and the other is a riding crop and shovel-headed silver gun. But enough is enough. Ever since he could remember, his mother had taken it out of the large camphor wood box to dry it every year, and he was familiar with every detail of it. The seller's contact information was a WeChat ID. Lu Tong quickly added it and waited anxiously for confirmation.

An autumn night in 1940. The county government hall in Honghu County is brightly lit and filled with singing and dancing. Sitting next to the round table in the main hall were Kan Hori, the regional commander of the 11th Brigade of the 11th Brigade of the 11th Army of the Japan-China Expeditionary Force, and Huang Biao, the newly-inaugurated self-police regiment leader, security brigade captain and clearance brigade captain. The hall was full of tables and seats, including leaders from all walks of life and their gorgeous ladies. In the hall, there are red lights, green wine, and laughter, showing the "peaceful" scene during the war. After three rounds of drinking, Commander Jinhori imitated Chinese etiquette, drank a glass of wine, and stood up: "Everyone, we are gathered together today to celebrate the inauguration ceremony of my good friend Huang Biao. On behalf of the Empire of Japan and the Wuhan Base Camp, I appoint Huang Biao as the colonel self-police regiment leader.

Since I was unhappy, she didn't bother to pay attention to me. When I'm around, she tries not to get close, looking very proud. I think if possible, she actually hopes that I will not appear in her field of vision. But we only have one bedroom and one living room, and the toilet and kitchen are squeezed into a small balcony. If she doesn't cook or go to the toilet, she definitely can't stay in those two spaces that can only accommodate one person standing upright or squatting. What's more, she loves watching TV so much. Even though I was holding the remote control and occupying the best position to watch TV, she still walked towards me. I noticed with my peripheral vision that she didn't look at me when she came over. She looked in the direction of the TV with an aloof face, but she couldn't turn a blind eye to me, so she deliberately thickened her arrogance on her face to protect her self-esteem. My pleasure began to swell.

Dai Yanan once again set foot on her hometown. The sea breeze from her hometown came with a familiar salty smell, making her miss the warm sunshine of California even more. She has been escaping for ten years. From the moment she was admitted to college and could justifiably escape, she couldn't wait to leave, so much so that she never returned to her hometown again during the four years of college. After graduation, falling in love, getting married, and immigrating, she had more legitimate reasons to leave. In a foreign country, she seems to be more confident than before. Together with her husband, she started from scratch and the company is developing better and better. With one house, two cars, two children and one dog, Dai Yanan has become a successful representative of immigrants and a synonym for happiness among his classmates and friends.

The black-bone chicken simmered on the gas stove exudes an alluring aroma in a short time. Keke didn't know how to cook, let alone chicken, duck or fish. This time it was really a whim. When buying breakfast at the vegetable market, she suddenly decided to buy a black-bone chicken and asked the chicken seller to kill it and shave it off, and then took it back to the rented house. She wanted to be a good person to the end, to replenish Liu Chunxiang's health, and to have an explanation when Xi Guihua came back from the dormitory. Friends should take care of each other. Then it's time to practice your skills. I am already quite old, so if I get married, I have to find some decent food, right? It just so happens that I can use Liu Chunxiang's story to practice. When she chopped the naked chicken into pieces and put it into the pot, she thought that she should put some onions, ginger, pepper, star anise or something, but she forgot to buy them all. She and Xi Guihua didn't usually cook in the dormitory, and they had never bought these things.

An Xiaogang took a taxi to the hotel. The hotel is not far away, three kilometers away. The starting price is five yuan, which is one percent of An Xiaogang's daily salary. However, even for this one percent, An Xiaogang would not take action easily under normal circumstances. However, An Xiaogang was in a good mood today, and the phone call from his classmate who was planning a long trip made him feel that only the speed of a taxi could adapt to his current mood. So, seeing that the time was past 11:40 in the morning, he quickly got dressed and jogged out of his home to stop the car. An Xiaogang is going to attend the twelfth birthday party of his colleague Ding Yuanxing's child today. The taxi was driving on the street heading to the hotel. The speed was not too fast, because this was the most important street in the mountain town where An Xiaogang was located. The road was not wide but there were many good cars. You could see one of Santana and Hyundai when you looked up. A BMW, Audi, and Mercedes-Benz would also come from time to time, which showed the affluence of the people in the small town.

After burying my mother, my father rummaged around the house for a long time and found out the leftover pills that my mother had taken before she was alive, as well as a few pairs of cloth shoes, a few pairs of socks, a few pieces of clothing, including a mahogany comb with broken teeth, and piled them in the middle of the yard. He spent a long time with a lighter before lighting a fire. The clothes and combs burned easily, igniting blue flames and quickly burned to ashes. The soles of shoes are made of plastic, the buttons of clothes should also be made of plastic, and the pills used to treat heart disease are unknown. When combined together, they are extremely difficult to burn and very pungent when soaked. On this early winter evening, our entire Talping village was filled with the smell of this kind of boiled traditional Chinese medicine. The smoke was also very thick, covering half of the village. I say it's my mother. In fact, my mother passed away thirty years ago at the age of thirty-nine, and my father was in his forties.

Lin Sen almost went crazy when he was eating in the restaurant the second night after coming to the training camp. Training camp assistant coach Bao Hongmei walked over to Lin Sen's dining table with a tea tray. The way she walked and held the tray made her look like she had worked in a five-star hotel for several years. She walked to Lin Sen's side and stopped. Everyone at the table stopped chewing and looked at the contents of her tray: a transparent glass wine glass with a capacity of three coins. It is filled with clear liquid. When Lin Sen turned around and saw the cup and its contents, the sweet, sour, spicy and fragrant juice shot out from countless nerve endings in the skin tissue around the mouth. The scene in the mouth was probably like the majestic mist of hundreds of springs. The Adam's apple kept making rapid and even physical movements up and down, as if a spark plug of good quality was installed in the long esophagus. "This is a glass of white wine given to you by the head coach."

Just taking a nap, Wang DaCheng dreamed that he was standing on the top of Tiger Cliff and was pushed down from behind. The moment he left the top of the cliff, he turned his head and saw a vague figure, which looked like Xiang Fumin, more like Tian Dayou... At this moment, Wang DaCheng was really standing on the top of Tiger Cliff. If a cold wind hadn't blown by just now and jolted him, he might have been lying in a bloody state under the cliff now... He retreated He took two steps and looked down at the ferocious rocks and unkempt weeds at the foot of the cliff, and at the vigorous pine tree on the edge of the cliff... The New Year was about to pass. The company's workers were waiting for their wages, the villagers were waiting for payment, and the credit union was urging them to repay the loan... But he had no money in hand, could not get the payment back, and had no money to borrow... The workers were anxious. There was no production yesterday. The villagers were anxious and blocked the company's door early in the morning...

"Orange, Orange..." Orange was still in the room, and the person who called her was the landlady Fu Mei. The voice of someone in her 80s was still very loud, and everyone living in the building heard it. The old lady Fu Mei kept shouting orange. "Hey, Orange, there's a call from someone in your house! Also, the phone in your house keeps calling my phone! Hey, hurry up, it's going to cost money." Old Mrs. Fu Mei knew that the longer she waited on the phone, the more money she would have to pay, so she urged Orange anxiously. Orange rented a small room in the northeast corner of the third floor of her four-story building. Juzi heard it, but she didn't have the strength to reply loudly. She already felt that her body was worse than that of Mrs. Fu Mei. Orange slowly pushed herself up, she felt very weak. Mrs. Fu Mei often regards Orange as her granddaughter. That was when Mrs. Fu Mei was in a good mood.

The heat is like a plaster, clinging to the small county town. Different from previous years, the wind blowing from the lake was damp and sticky, exuding the smell of decaying branches and leaves. In the evening, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, vests, cattail fans, thin shirts, and short skirts flowing in the dusk. The street lamps, which have been scorched for a day, have their heads lowered listlessly and their eyes are half-open. Under the shadow of the lamp, Luo Xianhui, wearing a neat suit and tie, looked a little out of place. He stared in the shadow of the trees for a long time, spit out the cigarette butt, strode across the road and walked into the newly opened cafe. Before he even entered the door, Luo Xianhui shouted to the counter, "Miss, please bring me a bowl of extra coffee." The waiter was a little unhappy when he heard him address her directly as "Miss" and said, "It's coffee, not coffee." Luo Xianhui said, whatever kind of coffee you want, just have a bowl. The waiter said that we use cups for coffee here, not bowls.

I went to live with Fabi in the summer fifteen years ago. I was in my senior year of college at the time and had already found a job in May of that year. Since I had enough credits for graduation, I only showed up to school once a week after entering fourth grade. Once, when I went to the Academic Affairs Department of the university to issue a transcript, the blinds were lowered on the side with glass windows because it was already summer vacation. I knew this was my student days and the last summer vacation in my life, but standing in front of the blinds, I decided to spend this vacation doing nothing as usual. Before going home, I stopped by the computer room. After turning on the computer, I saw an email from Saurer asking me if I wanted to go to Switzerland. He said that a Swiss classmate invited him to her home. Zhuo Lang has been to the UK since March in order to learn English, and he is currently on leave from school. I hesitated.

The second sister has grown into a big girl. The shabby clothes cannot hide her charming figure. Her round face has a pair of bright eyes, brimming with the light of youth. Her fair skin is red, like a ripe apple, moist and shiny, attracting countless admiring glances. Then matchmakers came one after another, and they seemed to have good conditions, which put the parents in a dilemma. Siping from Xiangsichuan Ganquanhe came. He was a fair-skinned young man with a strong body. He had no mother since he was a child and was dependent on his father. The mother attached great importance to this marriage and felt that the Siping family had a three-hole cave dwelling, so there would be no need to build a new place in the future; without a mother-in-law, the second sister would not have to suffer in the future; the village was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there were few people but little land. Therefore, she verbally agreed to the matchmaker and confirmed the marriage.

Lu Lingxian's life is like an ivy growing in a dense forest. Although the ivy is growing hard and full of hope, it is always at the mercy of others because of its weakness and frailty. The story begins in the spring of 1994 AD. That year, Lu Lingxian was in her second year of high school, and she became more charming and graceful. She is an introverted and depressed girl. Although her academic performance is not very good, she is very famous in her class and even in the whole school. Why? Because she is very beautiful. Behind her back, many people compared her to the beautiful and melancholy Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions". "When the girl grows up to seventeen or eighteen, she is like a flower on the south wall; tender and delicate as jade, with melon-seed cheeks as beautiful as picturesque. What's the point of being sentimental? She's depressed and unhappy. People care about her. I really want to hug her, but unfortunately I can't get her!" This is a song composed for her by some boys in Lu Lingxian's school.

Lao Jiao was a Chinese language teacher in the county. He had taught for forty years and was highly respected. After his retirement, he was specially hired as an editor by the county local chronicle office. He slowly pedaled a broken bicycle to work every day. Lao Jiao is very knowledgeable. He is a director of the national "Wang Yangming Society" and goes out to participate in the society's activities every year. His research results in this area have been published in three books by the Provincial Ancient Books Publishing House. He is also a director of the Provincial Poetry Society. He is good at writing Yishan style poems and filling in Huajian style poems. Five poetry collections have been printed. If he only does these things, he can definitely live to be over eighty years old. He is a kind-hearted man with a big face and big ears. At a glance, anyone would say that he is a longevity type of person. Of course, he is a bit fat, but there is nothing wrong with his body. But he started writing a play! This seems to be no wonder. For some reason, old men love to write plays.