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Guo Huanhuan told Yihang about her and her mother. In the middle of the story, she somehow caught a glimpse of the white hair sticking out of Yihang's temples, like white sugar sticking to her face. Guo Huanhuan was distracted and inadvertently reached out her hand as if to brush away these annoying white sugar spots. As soon as he stretched out his hand halfway, Yihang was frightened. Yihang ducked very nimbly and avoided Guo Huanhuan's hand. Yihang asked again: "Then what?" Guo Huanhuan was talking about the struggle between adolescence and her mother. Those terms related to menstrual cycles and the body had been jumping out of her mouth openly and even cheerfully before. She did not feel any difficulty in speaking. But this sudden pause was understood by Yihang as that she was struggling to find some more obscure and euphemistic words.

Courtyard No. 52, Huangcaowa, Tongjialiang Kuang, Kouquangou, is where I lived in my childhood. Huangcaowa is the name of a street. As the name suggests, it is a depression. There is a small river that is not very wide flowing in the depression. The river water is mainly wastewater pumped out from the mines. It is intermittent and has a turbid color. The small river is sandwiched under a small hillside. Up and down the slope are scattered houses, and there are two winding paths up and down. Every morning, workers going to work and students carrying schoolbags to school, men, women, old and young, come and go. Countless people walk through the two paths. Not far away is a railway that transports coal from the mine. There are often trains dragging green passenger cars or black coal cars passing by with white smoke, leaving behind a piercing cry.

The second brother is not the second brother. I have read the family tree, and my second brother and I happen to be brothers from the same family in the fifth server. That morning, it was less than six o'clock when I received a call from my father. At that time, I was still lying in a hotel in Suzhou. I accompanied two judges from the court on a business trip to Suzhou with a colleague from my work unit. After answering his father's call, he was silent for a moment and said with a sigh, Li Duan is dead. Ah? I felt blood rush to my forehead. I was in my hometown the day before I came to Suzhou, and I also met my second brother and talked to him. He seemed to be in good spirits. Why did he die when he was fine? His father said that he fell ill and choked to death by lying in the rice field. My heart palpitated, and then I was silent for a while, then asked, when will I be cremated?

On the day when his son's admission notice was delivered, Chen Yougui and Zhang Xueyi were watching the water in Tian Chongli. This year there was a severe drought and an unusually hot temperature. From the beginning of spring to the mild summer heat, and now the beginning of autumn, there has been no drenching rain in half a year. There was no wind either. The cicadas on the top of the old elm tree, almost calling for help, screamed endlessly day and night, making me extremely upset, as if there was a prickly heat in the pit of my heart. When I get up early every morning, I want to go into battle shirtless. As soon as I put my coat on my body, I am half wet, and my sweat beads are thrown to the ground and smoke. When people suffer like this, animals suffer even more. The chickens lay motionless in the ashes under the trees all day long; the dogs sat at the base of the wall and stretched out their tongues to survive; the geese and ducks were forced to stay on the shore with the chickens because there was no water in the pond, and they failed to live up to their passion for cutting through the waves. Nine of the ten ponds were empty, and the mud in the ponds was all cracked and shelled, and the lines were like hungry lips.

Li Mingjin is the director of the township office. He is young, only 26 years old this year. He is smart and capable. He has never made any mistakes in the two years in the office. He is very handsome and has a bachelor's degree, so he is highly appreciated by Secretary Wang. Li Mingjin was arranging the rotation schedule in the office when her cell phone rang. The call was from Secretary Wang: "Mingjin, come to my office." Li Mingjin hurried to Secretary Wang's office. Secretary Wang smiled and said, "Mingjin, I'm looking for you for no other reason. I'm going to let you go to Tianhe Village." Seeing that Li Mingjin was a little hesitant, Secretary Wang added, "I'm not willing to let you go. You are the backbone of the office, but Tianhe Village is a chaotic village. All work has been lagging behind. It needs a smart and capable person to handle it. It's not suitable for anyone to go. After thinking about it, you are smart, capable, and tenacious, so you are the best candidate.

I have never been to Jin Mao Tower. I have always been disgusted with Jin Mao Tower. The reason why I am disgusted with Jin Mao Tower is not because Shanghai already has a famous Jin Mao Tower. What happened to Shanghai? Shanghai has Jin Mao Tower, so why can't our city also have Jin Mao Tower? I think that's totally fine. There is also Paris in our common city. Once, due to a traffic jam, I drove the car onto a strange and wide avenue in the new city. My wife and I saw Paris almost at the same time, and we both exclaimed. Yes, that's right, although those two words were written with such excitement, we are all sure that they are Paris. Paris may be a big hotel, a coffee shop, a gold store, a jewelry store, a clothing mall, or even a nightclub.

When it was getting dark, Xiao Mao was still staying in Liu Bei's office. A friend Liu Bei wanted to contact couldn't get through on the phone, so he dragged Xiao Mao to accompany her, so Xiao Mao had no choice but to accompany her. Liu Bei dialed the phone every few minutes, feeling restless. Xiao Mao looked out the window blankly, his eyes were empty and unfocused, and he felt annoyed in his heart. There is a desolate cold wind outside the window, and the winter night comes very early. Liu Bei got through the last call, but the friend she was looking for was out of town. Liu Bei's sighs doubled in length, and her mood plummeted. Love troubles people. Xiaomao looked at the phone and wanted to talk to someone. No matter who it was, she felt too lonely anyway. Xiaomao also longed for love. There was a strong desire burning in her body. To be precise, it was not in her body but in her mind. She longed for a strong man to hold her in his arms.

Many things in life happen in a hurry. It seems like a coincidence, but in fact it is fate. This is what happened to judge Liu Shixu. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him at all. Just because he was enthusiastic, this matter became related to him. Of course, if he had not been transferred to the Litigation Service Center for training as an outstanding judge a year ago, no matter how enthusiastic he was, he would not have encountered this incident. Because the litigation service center is the window unit of the court. At nearly noon that morning, the client, Ma Dingsheng, came to the lobby of the Litigation Service Center. There are many windows in the lobby of the Litigation Service Center. Ma Dingsheng was very close to the window where Liu Shixu was, but for some reason, he did not go to Liu Shixu's window, but went straight to the window of his colleague Wang Yimei.

January 27, 2004, the sixth day of the Spring Festival holiday. I took the bus to Lao Yuhang early in the morning. I walked around the town and found the thousand-year-old "Tongji Bridge" on Tiao River and the "Xiaobaicai" tomb on Pagoda Mountain. After lunch, I took a minibus to Cangqian. Cangqian is only about ten miles away from Yuhang Town. The minibus will arrive in a flash. After getting out of the car, I quickly asked where to go from Zhang Taiyan's former residence? A small old man stood in front of me. He was a passenger in the same car as me. He said, are you going to Zhang Taiyan's former residence? I'll go with you. The old man claimed that his surname was Wu. He was retired and had worked on Cangqian Street for eighteen years. I looked at him warily. Please forgive my villainy: Why do I come forward and be so enthusiastic about people I don't know?

I firmly believe that hometown is the kindest and warmest word in everyone's mind. I often have the urge to write about my hometown, but it has been many years since I came here, I am far away, and I know less about it. Many people and things only swim in my memory. The world outside is changing rapidly. What will your hometown look like now? A strong desire to return to my hometown urges me to go back to my hometown. Since my parents followed me to settle down, I have not been back to my hometown for fifteen or sixteen years. I am a person who loves to dream. Every time I dream, I will see the mountains and rivers of my hometown, the cave dwellings and dirt roads, and the neighbors and people. I have long wanted to go back and take a look. On the sixth day of the fourth lunar month in 2010, Liu Junmei, who met in the same village, finally returned to her hometown.

Baoling saw Yu Hong on the non-motorized lane at the corner. Yu Hong clung to the blue-painted iron railing that separated non-motorized vehicles from motorized vehicles. The iron railings are a bit old, and they are already stained with rust, revealing the true color of gray-black pig iron, showing the vicissitudes of an old city. The rain was a bit heavy at that time, and Yu Hong's hair was a little wet, layer by layer, as if she had just applied gel cream or sprayed mousse, and the curly flowers on her hair were turning over, like grapes one after another, charming and unique. Baoling held the car brake and stopped. "What are you doing here?" Baoling asked a little sternly. My daughter, a grown-up girl, was lying with her whole body on the four railings in broad daylight in the rain. It was so embarrassing. Yu Hong's body was still leaning on the railing, and she said sadly to Baoling: "Mom, I have a stomachache. I feel so uncomfortable." Baoling looked at her watch and realized that she would be late if she continued to delay.

They sometimes talked about it, mostly in comparison with the lives of their neighbors, Harriet and Jim Stone. From the perspective of the Millers, the Stone family's life is more fulfilling and more promising. --Raymond Carver. "Neighbors" A neighbor's couple had a quarrel. With the doors closed and the windows closed, the sound of quarrels came through thinly and dullly, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes tight and sometimes dense. There were children crying and women cursing. The wife asserted that it seemed that the couple was not far away from getting married. I said that quarreling and divorce are two different things. Some couples get divorced even if they don't quarrel even once; some couples quarrel often but still don't get divorced. This kind of couple is called a "ding-dang couple". If they don't jingle or quarrel for a day, their life will not go smoothly. Quarreling is their only way to resolve conflicts in their lives.

Li Sumei, deputy director of the Organization Department, ran into Cheng Jiayi, deputy director of Yunshan Coal Mine, in Lingshan Village, but Cheng mysteriously escaped. Soon after, Cheng Jiayi was taken away by the prosecutor's office for taking bribes. Who can be his successor? As the deputy director of the Organization Department, Li Sumei can no longer make mistakes in selecting people, but how can she recognize a person's true face? The vast and vast Lingshan Mountains lie in front of you. There is a gravel road between the ravines. Dense jujube, locust, oak and other trees and unknown shrubs grow on both sides of the road and beside the ravine. The happy chirping of turtle doves, sparrows and magpies jumping among the branches further highlights the tranquility of the mountain. Li Sumei walked deeper along the mountain road, because there was a corner of red wall and black tiles exposed among the cliffs among the green bushes.

During the trip, Ba set off northwest from Xidu, the provincial capital. After a long and bumpy day and a half, he finally arrived at Foxian Mountain in Badan County, which had just unveiled its mystery to the world, at noon. The car stopped in front of a newly built hotel. Yuan Hong and Ye Weiguo, who was carrying a backpack, got off the car, held hands, and followed the tour guide and other tourists to the hotel lobby. The two of them were not tired, cuddled up, talked and laughed. The intimate and happy situation was like a honeymoon trip, which aroused the eyes of fellow tourists with envy and jealousy. In fact, the two have only been married for half a year, but this is not a wedding trip. The wedding trip was three months ago, and that time they went to Hainan. After arranging the room, the tour guide Miss Lin called everyone to the restaurant for dinner.

When grandma walked out of the courtyard, she felt a dazzling ray of sunlight shining on her wrinkled face, burning brightly. To be honest, it has been more than two months since I reached this threshold. As people get older, they can only stay at home in the winter because the house is warm. Grandma always felt that she lost the warmth in her heart that she had in the past. Of course, there used to be Grandma's wife in this house and an oven lit by sawdust. Whenever grandma poured a dustpan of wood chips into the old pig iron oven, a plume of green smoke would fill the entire house. The green smoke dissipated, and stars flickered in the furnace, like a large group of innocent and naughty children blinking their eyes. At this time, the room became warm, and grandma's heart also became warm. This warmth often lasted all day long and could still be felt when she was lying in bed at night.

Liu Dan seemed to have grown suddenly. When Hainiao looked at him, he had to look up, which caught Hainiao off guard. Hainiao and Yueying have been married for more than five years. Seeing Liu Dan growing so well, he often wonders if he is getting smaller day by day. Hainiao remembered that the most crucial sentence he said in conquering Yueying was that he wanted to treat Liu Dan like his own son, maybe even better than his own son. After hearing these words, Yueying's door of love opened generously to the seabird. Hainiao missed the days when he and Yueying had just been together. It was a spring supper every night. At that time, the seabirds were full of energy and didn't know what fatigue meant; but what about Moon Shadow? She is like a crop that has been in drought for a long time. Moistened by rain and dew, it looks more vivid and brighter day by day.

He Qianru, Fang Ningyan and Wei Zhiyun are three older unmarried women from Leisi Primary School. They long for love, just like people in the harsh winter look forward to spring. No matter how many times they are disappointed, they always believe that when spring comes, love will come. When love comes, so does marriage. After ten years of long marriage and emotional journey, the three friends are exhausted physically and mentally. However, inside the tired shell, there is still a heart that refuses to grow old. During the Spring Festival of 2007, it snowed for the first time this winter. The snow fell on the dead branches, as if a tree of flowers had bloomed.

Destiny is really like a snail's shell, accumulating gradually as the years go by. The brown birds flew away, and the black shadows faded into the clouds. The little boy looked up. After a while, he lowered his head and sighed softly. A snail is on the ground, with its head held high and its shell on its back, crawling slowly. There is a thin, bright trail behind it. With a surprised smile, the boy picked up the snail with a piece of bamboo. The snail suddenly jumped into the air and looked around blankly. The boy smiled and touched the snail's shell with his fingers, admiring the snail's panic. Later, the boy took out a small copper box from his arms. He had gone to great lengths to get this from his doting grandfather in the morning, and he liked it very much.

Two years ago, Lao Chang, who was the deputy director of the Education Bureau, gradually became tired of the noisy and crowded city. He was very attracted to the tranquility and fresh air of the wilderness, so he resigned and moved to Feng Village, more than 30 miles away from the city. He rented a thousand acres of mountain land and planted tens of thousands of citrus saplings. He works every day at sunrise and rests at sunset, digs springs and drinks, and plows fields and eats. Lao Chang is very satisfied with this kind of life. He feels refreshed and relaxed, as if he is ten years younger. Today, looking at the colorful and lush hillsides, I often stand on the top of the mountain, admiring the beautiful scenery of this paradise, and sighing at the beauty of life: when I am free, I am a wild crane in the mountains, and when I am busy, I am a farmer in the village. What do you want from me? That morning, Lao Chang was about to go to the back mountain to cut some thorns for tying the courtyard wall and fence, when he suddenly saw a young woman running up the mountain in a panic, followed by a group of people chasing after her, shouting.

It must have been more than ten years ago. One day, I went to visit a friend who had just returned from Europe. He brought some cigarettes from Egypt. There was a very expensive type of cigarette that I had never heard of in China called Era. I personally thought it was lighter and more attractive than the Egyptian cigarettes we usually smoked. He saw that I liked it, so he gave me two boxes. I remember that night I invited him to have dinner at a Beijing restaurant. We all drank some wine and chatted in a coffee shop on Nanjing Road after the meal until we parted ways at midnight. It was a winter night. Although the weather was cold, there was no wind. There were few people on the road. The air seemed very fresh, and the moonlight was even more desolate. I had been sitting for too long and was greedy for the moonlight, so I walked slowly.

For a long time, I didn't want to face the scenery of the Blue Mountains alone, especially on a good afternoon, when the trees and flowers were shining brightly, exuding a fresh and refreshing fragrance, and the dewdrops condensed from the previous night were spreading. Dancing lightly, a sense of psychedelic feeling came over me... I closed my eyes slightly, and the red bench under the shade of the tree, and the warm figure that accidentally ran out of the shade, came closer to me little by little... In total, I have known Brother Hao for more than ten years.

Nie Ming, general manager of Progress Culture Development Co., Ltd., Is just forty years old this year. He believes that sometimes sex is important and sometimes not, it all depends on what time period a person is in. He said, when making money, I feel that sex is not important at all and is dispensable - but this refers to the process of making money. After making money and feeling relieved, the sudden relaxation of nerves and the joy that comes with it will make people immediately think of sex. At this time, sexual desire is often very strong, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is overwhelming. But when you don't make any money, that is, when your business is messed up, sex shrinks, and you generally don't think about sex, and even if you think about it, you can't get motivated. He linked sex with time and money and analyzed it very carefully, which should make sense. Nie Ming hooked up with Liu Qingli half a year ago. According to his theory, it was time for him to be successful in his career.

In the middle of the night, the bell rang loudly, and Gu Jiacheng was awakened. He didn't even bother to put on his clothes and ran to the living room. The call was from Yingzi. Gu Jiacheng hurriedly asked what happened. Yingzi choked and said. It took a while before Gu Jiacheng fully understood the meaning. Yingzi and Feng had a fight over money, and this time she made up her mind to get a divorce. The next day, Gu Jiacheng planned to call Yingzi after going to work. When he arrived at the unit and couldn't sit still, the dean called him over. A patient was making unreasonable trouble in the dean's office, and the dean asked him to handle the medical dispute immediately. He called the patient to his office, inquired about the ins and outs of the matter in detail and took notes. After settling the patient, he went to the ward to check the situation. It was almost noon when he returned. At this time, Yingzi called and said she was at the marriage registration office. Yingzi leaned against the outer wall of the marriage registration office, leaning her head on it.

Li Li asked her boss, how much does this book cost? The boss took the book, which was "Teacher Vocational Training". He looked at the price and said to Li Li, eight yuan. Li Li said, is it too expensive? The boss said that the original price was thirty yuan. Li Li said, this is a second-hand book, and the cover is folded like this. The boss said, I don't know how many copies of this book have been sold. Some people were looking for it a few days ago, but they couldn't find it. You're so lucky that you came across the last one. Do you still think it's expensive? Li Li put down the book and walked out. Lu Yanping asked Li Li, "Don't you want to buy it?" Li Li said that the boss was really annoying and spoke so loudly. Two people stood in the dim light. Lu Yanping looked at Li Li, not quite sure. Her clothes smelled like washing powder. Lu Yanping said, let me buy it. Li Li said, no more. That was 2004, and Lu Yanping would graduate in less than a month.

It rained continuously this autumn, and the plum rain weather in the south occupied the sky above Pi County, which also exhausted Zhu Yunshan's patience. He had reason to believe that he was suffering from severe depression, and his mood changed with climate changes. Fortunately, it was mid-autumn and the air was not humid, so there was no need to scold the female secretary next door when she was irritable. This is Zhu Yunshan's territory, with an area of ​​40 acres, eight or nine factories, and sixty or seventy workers. At this moment, Chen Lingyu is supervising the work outside, gesticulating and busy. The thin strands of rain enveloped her, making her even more charming. However, Zhu Yunshan was not pleasing to the eye. Just one glance made him feel blocked. I had to turn my gaze to look at the locust trees swaying in the rain outside the wall. Finally, his eyes fell on the evil-suppressing stone beast in the room. What was this stone beast called? Zhu Yunshan didn't know that when Yu Weiliang sent it, he just repeatedly explained its function: to suppress evil.

It's Friday again. Every Friday at four o'clock in the afternoon is the day when Xu Fu and Chen Bingyan make an appointment. Today, Xu Fu came a little early specially, he wanted to take a rest. It's a bit cold inside. This is a residential area of ​​commercial housing. The indoor heating is always inferior to those in public dormitories - not only is the heating sufficient, but it is often overdue. One of Xu Fu's friends once suggested that he move there, but Xu Fu declined. Xu Fu likes quietness. Xu Fu's need for quietness seems to exceed eating and sleeping. Xu Fu is usually a quiet person, and rarely talks or laughs. Even when he was working in the nightclub where he was the second boss, Xu Fu's voice was rarely heard. Xu Fu has a pair of eyes that can talk. He only needs to look here and there to arrange his work, and everything will be self-explanatory.

Every night, besides lying in bed and playing with his mobile phone, Li Yi can't find anything else to do! He was in a bad mood recently. It seemed like his relatives and friends knew about his divorce overnight, which made him feel like a thorn in his back. Those face-to-face consolations that sounded like sympathy made him even more uncomfortable. Therefore, he was unwilling to go out, so he stayed at home playing with his mobile phone, using QQ, scrolling through Weibo, and chatting with people on WeChat. This became his whole night. Li Yi's marriage was once favored by many people, and even some classmates were envious and jealous. Li Yi's parents are teachers at a local middle school. He also has an older sister and his brother-in-law is a real estate developer. He has been favored by his parents since he was a child. He has been protected by his parents and older sisters in everything, and his life is stable and worry-free.

Da Qin called our Xiao Min and became anxious without saying a few words. She said, Lu Xiaomin, if you really took it, please return it to us. I beg you. Xiao Min was also anxious, so anxious that she almost burst into tears. Daqin, her best friend who grew up together and was so good at wearing a pair of pants, actually said such a thing to her! Daqin actually suspected that she had stolen their things. "Da Qin didn't ask me to take it out. I don't know what I took. How could I take it out?" It was a Sunday morning. It was originally planned to go to Carrefour in the morning and Hengdian Cinema City in the afternoon. After Xiao Min became pregnant, we rarely had such a full Sunday. Now it seems that it is definitely ruined. Daqin, a hundred miles away, spat hard on our faces like a sudden mouthful of spit on this Sunday morning.

When spring first came, Lihua was invited to her home by the captain of her class. The captain invited her to eat two plums and then asked her to sit on the sofa while he stood in front of her and changed clothes one by one. Lihua sat uneasily, sucking two plum blossoms in her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue. The two plum blossoms gradually lost their flavor, but Lihua still smelled the refreshing aroma. She couldn't help but bite them with her teeth, but the captain immediately handed over an ashtray and said: "Spit it in!" Lihua was flattered, and even though she was reluctant to let go, she spit it out quickly. Two white plum cores swirled around in the brown glass jar and became immobile after being stained with cigarette ashes.

Qi Jianguo didn't expect divorce to be such a simple matter: The woman in charge of marriages and divorces at the subdistrict office didn't even look at them, she just raised her round chin and asked very fluently: Are you really no longer emotional? Well... Before Qi Jianguo could say anything, he raised his round chin and said: Divorce by agreement, simple, divide the property among yourself. As she spoke, she quickly opened the drawer, took out a red seal, squinted at the words on the seal, and then patted the ink pad twice, making two "bang bang" sounds, and a red circle appeared on each of the two certificates. The skillfulness of this series of actions and the simplicity of the procedure made Qi Jianguo speechless.

Before the graduation assignment bugle sounded, Wu Yuan followed Xu Aiping to his hometown. At this moment, Wu Yuan was very anxious. Her unspeakable expectations and hesitations became even more clueless because of the light rain along the way. She was leaning on the running train. The dark green train car was a bit messy, but the branches and leaves extending outside the window stretched into the car so wildly. This summer in southern Shaanxi really came a little too wildly. There was only this cool air, because it had been raining for a long time, and the wind carried a cool breath. On the mirror of the train car, a drop of water condensed in a moment. Wu Yuan is twenty-one years old, what will her youth be like? What will her love be like? She doesn't know. At this moment, she was just casually fantasizing about Xu Aiping and the golden city that Xu Aiping had mentioned.

Shaojiping is located in the deep folds of the Mufu Mountains. Climbing up from the foot of the mountain, after walking up the 299 winding steps, you arrive at a Shau Kei-shaped platform, so it is called Shao Kei Ping. After the first lunar month, all the people who went out to work in the village left. The young people did not want to tinker in the fields, but only wanted to go out and work hard to earn cash. Spring Dog didn't leave, he couldn't leave. It has been four years since my father passed away in a car accident. Once my father passed away, the family's life became bleak. Chungou dropped out of high school and returned home before graduating from high school, and failed to take the college entrance examination. His mother, Zaoyu, is blind again. Her younger sister, Erya, is studying in high school in the county town, and there is no one to take care of her. His mother asked his sister to go home and stop studying, saying that she would fight ghosts by reading so many books. Chun Gou insisted on letting her study, saying that he had no chance to go to college, and would let her continue studying as long as Erya could get into college. Zaoyu said nothing anymore.

Although we often hear words that hope life is just the first time, but when a person you have loved deeply is just floating in your life like a yellow leaf, then, do you still need to continue the persistence of this love? When the daughter of a famous professor meets Jian Tingtao, a businessman from a wealthy family, she meets Jian Tingtao from a businessman's family. From meeting by chance, to conflicts, to love and marriage, there are layers of crises hidden behind the seemingly peaceful and happy life: the lost first love boyfriend, a third party with ulterior motives, and the inevitable suspicions, dissatisfaction and misunderstandings in ordinary life. They finally choose to separate. The hand of time passes over my heart. People who love each other are as light as autumn chrysanthemums. After going round and round, they always meet each other at the corners of their lives. Will they get back together again, or are they destined to be strangers from now on?

A super sweet, super hot-blooded, super beautiful campus military novel! How to conquer the arrogant and "bad" little brother from the military academy? Let's get to know each other by teasing each other! The whole school knew that Zhou Jincheng was wilted and rotten, his hormones were out of control, and he could bring about a wave of romance wherever he went. But everyone also knows that Zhou Jincheng has a person who is close to his heart. This person makes Zhou Jincheng love and hate him at the same time. This man had been gone for six years without saying goodbye. When we met again, he hugged him and called him "Brother Cheng." He was so aroused that he turned around and said, "I don't want him anymore." What could I do? Shen Yingzhi is the little girl he has fallen in love with since he was a child. She is his life! All the singles clapped and cheered: This is all retribution! Unexpectedly, Shen Yingzhi pampered people even less...

Two sisters, Eleanor and Marianne, were born into an English squire family. After their father's death, the inheritance went to John, his son from his first marriage. They and their mother became financially strapped and, seeking to escape a life of dependency, set up home in a country house in Devon. As a result, Eleanor broke up with the young man Edward (brother of John's wife Fanny) whom she fell in love with, and Willoughby, whom Marianne met and fell in love with in the country, suddenly went to London for business. Both sisters were separated from their loved ones. Elinor often uses reason to control her emotions, but Marianne's emotions are passionate and exposed. In the face of love, the two reacted differently. The famous British literary writer and critic Keble commented that "Jane Austen is a comic artist" and believed that she was "second only to Shakespeare in terms of pure comic art." Thomas Macrolay, a famous British historian, poet and political commentator in the 19th century, called her "the Shakespeare of prose". As for the awakening of female consciousness reflected in Jane Austen's works, even today, more than two hundred years later, people's expectations for marriage still do not exceed its delineated scope-marriage is not a necessity in life. Marriage based on love is certainly beautiful, but if marriage is not for love, it is better to live alone.

Hangzhou child care has been here three times, always calling someone else's car to bring my son. But it has never been as heavy as this time... The previous two times were due to colds and fever, but this time it was due to swelling on the face. In fact, it has been tense and heavy since last Saturday.

A pair of cyan trouser legs were swaying in the wind in front of Zhao Changjiang. The trousers had been worn for many years, and the yarn seams where the stress was most severe had been worn to the point of longitude and latitude. It was not that the trouser legs were made too big, but that his father's legs and feet were obviously much thinner, and the fat and muscle that should have been absorbed by age had been sucked away. Therefore, the legs and feet were like dead branches, making the trouser legs look redundant. His father sat on a bamboo sedan made by Zhao Changjiang and his brother and was lifted up step by step. With every step he took, a cool breeze shook and stroked Zhao Changjiang's sweat beads, and the wooden chair sandwiched between the bamboo sedans rubbed against the bamboo poles, making a strange, incompatible squawk. The strange squeak was like the struggle of a duck stuck in its throat. Although this sound is not pleasant, it can make my father rise step by step.

It's been raining heavily for a long time. As Zhu Wennan sat in the shop, questions popped up in his heart like bubbles. Langli Baitiao disappeared. For at least a week, he stopped managing his blog and was nowhere to be seen on the forum. His QQ avatar was unblinking. This person suddenly disappeared from the online world without even saying hello-could something unexpected happen to him? The pig also played the disappearing trick. Pig is Wang Xufei's pet name. She is best friends with Zhu Wennan. She is the most active in the forum. She has registered more than a dozen vests. She scolds posts she doesn't like and upvotes posts she doesn't like. Anyway, she has so many vests that no one can catch her. She can be as crazy as she likes. Ma Jun took Dayang to work in Pu'an Town. It was a car town. It required a lot of carvings, signboards, and interior decoration. The project was huge. How much could one earn from a job worth 70,000 to 80,000 yuan?

My uncle, Monk Ma Er, died in the winter of 1989. Two days before my uncle died, there was a rare heavy snowfall at the entrance of Langgu. The snowflakes covered the sky for a whole day and night, as if the whole world was filled with white light feathers, fluttering, turning the huge entrance of Langgu into a giant white bird. The air-conditioning immediately surrounded the village. A thick layer of ice formed in the latrine in the backyard of my uncle's house. Even the pickled vegetable jar on the wooden shelf in the main room cracked from the frost. My uncle, Monk Ma Er, was curled up on the kang, looking at the half-foot-deep snow in the yard through his eyes filled with goo and the holes in the window paper. A strange smile appeared on his waxy face. The fire in the brazier was burning brightly, and grandma was sitting on the kang, mending old clothes, wiping her tears while sewing, and said, "Son, every time you come back to the mountain, my heart... Trembles."

Master Lin likes people to call him Master Lin. Some people call him Brother Lin, some people call him Lao Lin, and some people call him Mr. Lin. Of course, this kind of title is very rare. Most of the people in Guangdong will call him this way. They don't call him Mr. Lin, but just call him Lin Sheng instead of "Xian". At first, Master Lin felt that he couldn't afford it. After all, sir is an honorific title. However, after having been in Guangdong for a long time, he heard them call everyone sir, Zhang Sheng, Li Sheng, Zhao Sheng... Later, he didn't take it seriously. There are also people who call him by his first name, but this is even rarer. Almost no one calls him by his full name with such white eyebrows and red eyes, unless they go to the hospital. Holding the medical records and the registration slip, my ears stood up alertly, fearing that I would miss the consultation.

At first, Lin Xiaofei came to Liulitun just to rent a house. But she was caught by the row of stores here, as if Liulitun was waiting for her arrival and preparing for her to open a store. Lin Xiaofei browsed and found that Liulitun was actually a small urban area. Not far away was the university town of the provincial capital. Most of the people walking on the street were students renting houses here. A month later, Lin Xiaofei was already the owner of a grid shop. The so-called grid shop is to divide the leased shop into several grids and rent them out, charging rent and management fees. Lin Xiaofei did not expect that Zhao Kai could rent nearly a quarter of the counter of Gezi Shop. Before, Lin Xiaofei worked in a water heater agency company, and Zhao Kai was her business manager. The relationship or anything else started from there.

Liu Jinfu is from Daguan County, Yunnan Province. After dropping out of school at the age of 16, he worked as a substitute teacher. In "China National News", "Hubei Daily", "Hunan Daily", "Tibet Daily", "Zhejiang Workers Daily", "Hebei Science and Technology News", "Hunan Post and Telecommunications", "Shaanxi Communications News", "Nanjing Morning News", "Shijiazhuang Daily", "Zhaotong Daily" and "National Daily" He has published works in newspapers and magazines such as Suihua Daily, Deyang Daily, Nujiang News, Lhasa Evening News, Yixing Daily, Qiandao Daily, Suqian Evening News, Shantou Special Zone Evening News, Jianhu Daily, Gonggeng, Coconut City, and Zhaotong Literature. Currently working for the Yunnan Yongshan County Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

The queen disguised herself as a man and married a male princess disguised as a woman. The original drama of love at first sight, falling in love and killing each other had already been set for a long time. Everyone in Dayong knew that King Wen Zhao of Zhenbei was a dead man with broken sleeves, and he was known as the "King of Cut Sleeves" by people in the world. As the King of Zhenbei himself, Wen Zhao felt it was necessary to explain: I am a woman disguised as a man, and liking men is just superficial, but liking women is the real thing. How to choose is almost clear, okay? In the last years of the Yong Dynasty, treacherous ministers were in power and the people were in dire straits. At the right time, the Holy Emperor was young and the Imperial Master took over as regent. Lou Linyuan (the emperor's master) was in his prime and held great power. He used traitorous ministers to coerce the emperor to order the princes, cholera plagued the imperial court, and destroyed loyal and good people. Does Cao Cao know?

My friends all advised me to kick Shaner out. "Cong Qiaokun, if you are still a man, kick this woman out. How unbecoming is it for a grown man to have his nest occupied by a dove?" Xiao Bing said angrily. "You don't understand the situation. I can't do anything about this, just take it one day at a time." I said helplessly. "Bullshit! I don't believe I can't drive her away." "It's not that I haven't driven her away. I can't drive her away." That's not actually chasing her away. It's hiding. In order to avoid her, I have moved twice, but she still found me. In order to get rid of her completely, I even considered working in Guangzhou or Shenzhen, but I couldn't bear to give up the current job. At Yimin Company, I did a good job and my boss treated me well. But if I transferred to another place, everything would have to start from scratch, and I didn't want to do that.

Twenty-nine-year-old tour guide Qi Xiaohui unfortunately encountered a marital crisis when her husband ran away from home after selling his house to pay off debts. He had no choice but to take his son back to live with his parents. However, his brother remarried and there was no place for Qi Xiaohui and her son in their parents' home, so she had to rent a house by herself. She met Gu Lintao, her neighbor upstairs. The two went from misunderstanding to understanding each other, and finally became friends. During this period, Qi Xiaohui experienced her ex-husband's request for custody of her son, her sister-in-law's constant pressure, and her boss's desire to make her an underground lover. She also witnessed her friend Qin Nuo's transformation from celibacy to a happy marriage. In the end, both Qi Xiaohui and Qin Nuo found their own way from the confusion of marriage and moved towards a happy future.

One afternoon when Maizi put down the sickle, the weather was sultry and there was no wind. At around five o'clock, the fifth brother was busy in the fields. The fifth sister-in-law ran over in surprise and shouted to the fifth brother, "The child is his father!" Our uncle is overturned! Fifth Brother's internal organs seemed to have been hollowed out. He shuddered and burst into tears. My uncle is a man of social status. Lao Ba Road, who participated in the revolution in 1940, is a retired cadre who enjoys department and bureau-level treatment. Such veterans who participated in World War II are very rare in the world, and leaders at all levels are very concerned about their lives. The management of my uncle after his retirement will not belong to our city, nor our county, nor our town. But for more than ten years, our town has visited veteran cadres during the New Year and holidays, and my uncle has never been left behind.

My name is Zhang Haibei. I just graduated from the American University of Commerce and Business, and my parents forced me to make two choices: Should my surname be Zhang or Niu? Is one working in the United States or in Taiwan? The reason is: the father's surname is Zhang, an only child; the mother's surname is Niu, an only child. In my generation, I am an "old man" again. My ancestors all called me Hua Mulan, which shows how much they value me. I was born in the United States and lived with my grandma and grandpa in the United States until I was six years old. Before I went to elementary school, my grandfather and grandpa had a serious negotiation and reached a consensus: In order to strengthen my foundation in Chinese studies, I would be sent back to Taiwan to attend elementary school and junior high school with my grandfather and grandma. After high school and college, I returned to the United States and stayed with my grandma and grandpa. Before leaving Taiwan, Grandpa Qian warned me: "Remember, although you have become an American citizen, you are still Chinese. Our roots are under the big locust tree in Hongdong, Shanxi." He explained very seriously, but in fact, roots are just a vague concept in my mind.

Tian Ruge is the beauty of this city. She also has a Japanese name: Human Face Peach Blossom. When she was in school, some boys gave her this nickname behind her back. Not out of ridicule, but out of love. Or lust cannot. This year, Ruge is 18 years old. The age of peach blossoms. A peach blossom smile on a human face. Love with a peach blossom face. Boys kept writing her notes, whistling, and singing "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" by Tan Yonglin. It's like singing happily. But it doesn't give them a very clear attitude. She found it exciting and fun to be with them. In fact, she doesn't like these boys.

When the sun touched the mountain, Xiang Suolong threw the bowl and chopsticks into the pot, took a flashlight from the pillow beside the bed, inserted it into his pants pocket, and walked out quickly. The setting sun shot down from the mountain col to the west, pulling his short body out of a long shadow, swaying staggeringly on the field ridge. He is going to sing night songs. In the middle of the afternoon, when the village chief's cousin sent a message to Julong saying that Laifu from Shanshan had called, his father, the fourth old man, was officially depressed at noon. The four old men told him many times during his lifetime that after his death he did not need to attend the ashram or invite the band, but he must accompany the letter to Gelang.

Wen Qingli, female, was born in Changwu, Shaanxi Province. She joined the Army in 1986. He graduated from the Literature Department of the People's Liberation Army Art Institute, the 3rd and 28th Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers (Postgraduate Course) of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature, and the Art Department of Peking University. He has been published in literary publications such as "Youth Literature" and "Beijing Literature" His works include more than two million words, and many of his works have been reprinted by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly" and "Selected Chinese Literature". He has published prose collections "Pupillary Bay Lake", "Confinement", "Love Always Turns Your Back to Me", and novel collections "Paper Dreams" and "Looking Back at Youth". Currently working for "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art". Member of Chinese Writers Association. After school that day, I saw three or four women standing at the door of my house from a distance, whispering to each other. The dark wooden door was tightly closed from the inside. Several ears were pressed against the crack of the door, sniffing and saying, "They are making a noise, maybe they will start fighting soon."