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Lu Hongxia came out from Huang Xiaoying's place and hid in the dark to monitor. Seeing Huang Zhibai hurried in and out, he understood that his plan was half successful. It turned out that Lu Hongxia saw that the Shanghai police could not help him, so he had to do the next best thing and try to expose the scam. After much deliberation, I came up with this plan to "snatch the enemy" and visit Huang Xiaoying. Firstly, to solve the mystery in his mind - he did have a little sister who was deceived, but when he saw the birthmark on Huang Xiaoying's forehead, he knew that Huang Xiaoying was not the person he was looking for; secondly, he also wanted to scare these scammers. When the scammer was frightened and confused, his next plan could be implemented.

Huang Zhibai said: "It's better to go sooner rather than later. But can we see you now?" Yin Datong pretended to frown and said, "Can't you trust your brother?" He smiled and said, "Only one thing is that this mayor is the most greedy, but he is also the most greedy. You want to give him a big gift without leaving any trace. "Huang Zhibai said about his gift, Yin Datong gave Huang Zhibai a thumbs up happily, Huang Zhibai also gave a thumbs up to Yin Datong, and they both laughed. Huang Zhibai was taken by someone else, bought a good tennis racket on the way, and drove to Liyuan.

Several people eating next to him turned their heads after hearing this. These people were all clerks in the store. They didn't make much money as clerks. They saved dozens of dollars through frugal expenses and deposited them with Mrs. Zhang Wu. After hearing Zhou Xiaoyu say that five hundred dollars were deposited there, they all turned to look at this girl. Lu Hongxia asked in surprise, "Have you really saved so much money?" Zhou Xiaoyu looked unhappy and said, "Why, brother, you are looking down on me, are you afraid that I don't have so much money?" Lu Hongxia clicked his tongue and said anxiously, "Then why don't you withdraw it quickly? If you don't withdraw it, I'm afraid you won't get a penny!"

The next day, Aunt An and Yun Zhonghe invited Captain Wu and his wife to sit at home. They drank for a long time and gave their aunt some gold jewelry. Leader Wu was so happy that he took the initiative to say hello to the police chief and asked him to call the city officials to come and support them on the opening day. After hearing this, Yun Zhonghe hurriedly took a wad of money and stuffed it into Captain Wu's pocket. After seeing off Captain Wu, Aunt An invited Sister Yang's ten sisters and hired a few guys to put some messy products in the store. Yun Zhonghe only followed Captain Wu and interacted with people in the officialdom. Through the introduction of Captain Wu, Yun Zhonghe knew many officials in Wuhan. When it came time to send out invitations, he asked a gentleman to write them, and it took him a whole day to finish them. After three days of busy work, Hongda Trading Co., Ltd. Was opened.

It turned out that Lu Hongxia read the materials sent by the investigator, smiled bitterly, and thought that in order to completely change the current police situation, simply investigating one case would not be effective. The important thing is to establish a good system and cultivate good police officers. So he expressed his idea. Feng Yuxiang also wanted to do some good things when he went to Henan, and he agreed immediately after hearing his idea. A brand new police school was established, and its first task was to train police officers across the province.

As soon as Lu Hongxia left the Skinner, he continued to interrogate Huang Zhibai: "Good boy, I have been questioning you for a long time, and you have just said these few sentences over and over again. Do you think your life is too long?" Huang Zhibai pretended to be bitter and said: "My real name is Zhang Tianmin, I live in Taoyuan County, Hunan, and I have been doing business abroad all year round. I don't know why that policeman They arrested me. I didn't believe that the police would arrest people for no reason, but this time I believed it." Huang Zhibai said heartily that the detective surnamed Lu was mistaken. The man surnamed Pi didn't mention a word about the Zhengzhou case, but kept asking me how much money I had defrauded.

The boy appeared on Long Street at 4:30 pm. The winter was short, and the boy had just walked into the traditional Chinese medicine clinic facing the street. The last ray of sunset had disappeared in the distant sky, and the toy store owner happened to use the last rays of sunshine to catch a glimpse of the boy. The next day, at the police station, the toy store owner described the boy as follows: medium build, pale complexion, wearing a black trench coat and a white silk scarf. In addition, the most impressive thing is his eyes, a pair of lonely and proud eyes. Detective Chang Tai tapped the table with his thick fingers while listening carefully to the clues provided by the toy store owner. After pondering for a moment, he said: This is a recently debuted killer. It is said that he only leaves one bullet in his gun before killing someone. About him, we only know a humble nickname - Xiaoer.

Yang Daguang disappeared, and no one saw Yang Daguang again. Later, when the Zhitong Road was demolished, Yang Daguang used the demolition fees to buy a commercial house. No one knew where Yang Daguang had moved to. Even Lao Ba couldn't find Yang Daguang. Sometimes I meet an old guy from the lifting team who comes to buy soy meat. He asks people about Yang Daguang, but no one can tell where Yang Daguang lives now. Speaking of Yang Daguang, everyone praised him, "Oh, Yang Daguang, he is a good man, a good man. Some people have wronged him, but he has never done anything to feel sorry for others." ...

The second grandmother was sitting on a single sofa specially made for her, looking at the brilliant morning glow rising in the east. The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling curtains and draws out a number of deformed colored strips, which are spread casually in the living room. Qinqin was making tea and Lin Haier was smoking. The two of them were wandering around the second mistress, making various noises. The second mistress turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, quietly casting an irregular oblique shadow with her body. Staring at the bright sun on the other side of the curtain, the second grandma's chin was slightly tilted. This was the angle that suited her best. This angle creates an arrogant and arrogant look, conveying an ancient static beauty. This is the basic expression of the second grandma facing the world.

When Master Baiyun came, he brought a painting to Lin Huiru. It was a meticulous figure painting that he improvised in Singapore. The person in the painting was dressed in ancient clothes, looking up at the bright moon, feeling calm and calm. Isn't this Liu Ning? Lin Huiru couldn't put it down. Liu Ning originally didn't want to have any more contact with Lu Hui, but he still accompanied Master Baiyun to Ma Chao's home. They hung up the phone with Lu Hui in advance and Lu Hui was waiting for them at home. After Master Baiyun explained the purpose of his visit, Lu Hui seemed a little reluctant and said, you know, Ma Chao is a complete materialist. As he was talking, for some reason, the portrait of Ma Chao hanging on the wall suddenly fell down, and Lu Hui was shocked. He did well, he obviously did well, Lu Hui said, my cousin obviously did well. Lu Hui murmured to herself, her face as pale as paper.

The police station was empty, and only he and the man were left. Chen Lige wanted to accompany the man to the cell. The man felt very aggrieved. Who did I offend whom for the things in my pocket? He wanted to say something to hurt Chen Lige, but he was afraid that he wouldn't let him out. Wu Liqun's wife insisted on taking her children to the planetarium, and Wu Liqun had no choice but to obey. His wife firmly believes that knowledge is more important than physical fitness. Besides, it's not a big deal if the football coach's son can't play football. This just shows that education should follow interest. There is another reason why Wu Liqun is unwilling to take Wu Gang to the planetarium. He does not want to appear ignorant in front of his son. But he didn't intend to say the reason.

J: It wasn't until the swing stopped that I figured out what was happening on the balcony diagonally opposite. I saw you use exaggerated gestures to lift her up from the swing and pull her closer to the candlelight. I know, you want me to see clearly. K: You must be able to see clearly, my head, my hands, my mouth, my teeth. L: This is not a kiss, it is a bite, biting my lips, biting into the unknown that is getting deeper and deeper into the night.

In the past two years, the boss Yuan Youwen has been very busy. In order to make more money, he worked two security jobs. The second job, Yuan Youwu, the second oldest, helped him find it. It was actually in the second's unit, the Municipal Engineering Team. When Yuan Youwu greeted him at the beginning, he was a little embarrassed; Yuan Youwen knew the reason for the second son's shyness. In terms of level and ability, the second son was incomparable to him. But now, he is going to work as a temporary worker in the second son's unit. Not to mention anything else, it seems that he can't justify it even in terms of face. But Yuan Youwen didn't care. Yuan Youwen said, I have worked outside for so many years and have developed it. Now, I really don't care.

I wrapped the grass and salt in the iron pot with a cloth and asked Aunt Xijun to burn her knees. When Aunt Xijun left, she asked for the remaining grass, saying that she could find it and treat it herself when she got back. My father kept staring at me. Suddenly I was no longer afraid of his gaze and raised my face to look at him. After that incident, it was the first time I looked at my father like this. I thought of that incident again, but it seemed like I wasn't so scared anymore. I wasn't so afraid of remembering it anymore. The strange thing is that when I am not afraid of remembering it, I can't remember it. It's like having an eraser, erasing that thing bit by bit and writing something else on. Even if that thing is there, other things will be covered on it.

Yu Kai finally understood: his son was actually more mature than himself. When he was young, he never cared about other people's opinions about his work, and his mentality of never being bound by any moral norms for his own purposes. His son had inherited it completely and subtly, and even carried it forward, so there was no hope of convincing him to change his mind. In this case, then decide to leave here. Just thinking that after struggling all my life, I have nothing in the end, I can't help but feel very depressed. But then I thought: Who is not like this? Wasn't it his own son who finally drove him out of this world? As for husband and wife, wasn't there a saying that made it clear in the past? "Husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they both have to deal with each other."

I see. Gao Xiang landed slowly while hanging on his parachute. After leaving the family area, they got into a taxi and got off the car 5 kilometers away from the scene. They took the stolen goods and took a taxi back. When the car arrived at Songzhai Village in the suburbs, Gao Shicheng got off the car and saw that no one was there. He went to the toilet first, changed out of his police uniform, and went back with it tucked under his arm. As soon as he entered the house, the first thing Gao Shicheng did was count the money. Yang Lianqing was very interesting and gave him half, which was 1,150 yuan for one night! But the more I thought about it, the more I became afraid that I would actually turn to the underworld. He suddenly thought of Li Yanyang. With this incident, they were no longer a simple people! That night, Gao Shicheng couldn't sleep all night.

An Ning admits that he is easily soft-hearted. The chaos Xiang Kui described to him made him hesitate for two days, and then he relented. From childhood to adulthood, he is used to taking responsibility. He selected several pieces such as Mozart's "Flute Concerto No. 1 In G Major" and spent two afternoons with the Aiyin Symphony Orchestra before getting ready to play. On the day of the performance, the red hall was brightly lit. As before every performance, An Ning sat in a corner of the dark backstage to calm down. Outside the curtain, the audience was entering the venue. Only then did he suddenly remember that he didn't know whether the banners hanging above the stage and outside the theater door were "Quiet Flute Solo Concert" or if they had been changed to "Quiet Flute Solo Concert." He had forgotten to take a look just now. Would they find it strange if they were different from the names printed on the tickets in their hands? His thoughts didn't stay on this question for too long, and he didn't care much about it now. It's just a show. Isn't it just a rescue performance? He didn't even worry about whether his father Lin Zhongdao would come like many times in the past.

The second number she dialed was her own. At this time, she suddenly felt that it was not her husband who drank too much last night but herself. She felt so bored. Why did she feel pity for her husband this morning? In fact, her husband was not pitiful at all. It was she who was pitiful. She suddenly felt that she and her husband were friends in times of need! My husband saved my life! Thinking of this, a warm current flowed for a moment, and then disappeared again. A confused voice came from the phone receiver: Who is it? Xiao Fang said tremblingly, "It's me!" The other side said, what's the matter, what happened? Xiao Fang felt that her face was cold, tears flowed down and fell on the table. She covered her sore nose with her hand and said, yes, yes, something happened. The voice on the phone suddenly became urgent: Where are you? Where?

Not to mention how embarrassed Wu Shuhua was when he saw Professor Su at the wedding. She permed her hair, put on makeup on her face, and wore a purple velvet suit, which made her look even more vulgar. Professor Su didn't understand why this woman had the title of intellectual. It was simply an insult to intellectuals. It happened that at this time Wu Shuhua started to burp, burping, burping, burping quite vigorously. The master of ceremonies introduced that this is Professor Su, the father of the bride, . This is the groom's mother, Ms. Wu, . The voice was very abrupt, and Wu Shuhua stood up apologetically.

When I woke up, the sun filtered in through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, making my nose itchy. I raised my head and took a look. The sky was very clear. After waiting for a long time, the sneeze did not sound, but tears came out. It feels so good to feel wet on your face. He just rubbed his neck, thinking about how to cry bitterly. While I was holding it in, the woman came in. The woman looks like Meng Ruyue and Zhang Jing, but she is much younger. The woman hugged him from behind, not speaking, just kissing. Zhang Pinggui said, let's go to the hotel. The woman said, isn't the office better? Seeing that Zhang Pinggui just stretched his neck and said nothing, he said, the office is convenient, and you said you would accompany me to visit Xintiandi in North America. Zhang Pinggui thought, it would be better for such a woman to give her a credit card and everything would be saved. When he lives to his age, everything becomes easy for him. As long as he doesn't use his brain too much, everything will be fine. Just when the woman was biting his ear, his eyes wandered to his cousin's book again. Somehow, a thought flashed through my mind, as if to say, I can never go back. But the thought was faster than the orgasm, and before he could touch it, the woman had already licked his neck wet.

The ray of sunlight that originally fell on Xiao Yu's back has moved to the ground, and a cantharis flutters in the ray of sunlight. Xiao Yu glanced at the cantharis, and when he looked back, he saw that Hongjuan's profile picture on the screen was dimmed. He just said, why are you invisible? After not returning for a long time, Xiao Yu thought that maybe she was rushing here after leaving her computer behind as she had done a few times before. A woman's heart, June Tian, ​​she must have rushed here on a whim, wanting to help him organize his things. Xiao Yu waited quietly.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Gan Huo didn't expect that even people from the TV station would come on the day of the program. The TV station has always wanted to do a program between Gan Huo and Bai Xiaoshi about benefits fees, but they never had the chance. They seized this opportunity to interview. They interviewed Gan Huo and Bai Xiaoshi at the traffic station, and then followed them to the hospital. The camera followed Ganhuo and Bai Xiaoshi to the hospital bed of Li Baisheng, who was waiting for kidney transplant surgery. Li Baisheng was wearing a mask and his face was very pale. Ganhuo and Bai Xiaoshi both shook hands with Li Baisheng and said a few words. The program is not long, only ten minutes. A ten-minute program is already very long.

That night, Du Xinwu kept thinking: How did Zhou Fohai know that I returned to my hometown? Is Doihara related to him? The more he thought about it, the more unusual he felt. It seemed that seclusion in his hometown was not the best idea. A few days later, he received a registered letter from Xu Mengchi. The letter quoted Kawako's words: "Dofeihara will send people to sneak into your hometown and wait for an opportunity to kill you." After reading the letter, Du Xinwu discussed with Chen that she should stay in her hometown temporarily, and he would go to Fanzeng Mountain alone. There were high mountains and dense forests, and there was an ancient temple, which was just the right place to stay. Chen agreed. Du Xinwu's fame for his furious fight against the Japanese chieftains spread more and more, and he was said to be the "Magic Hero Du Xinwu" who could shrink his bones and become invisible, and could come and go without a trace.

On a spring rainy night with weak east wind, water droplets passed away silently amidst the sound of falling flowers and running water. This year, Liu Zhinian also died. He was executed by Chairman Chiang Kai-shek in Jiangxi... The past is like smoke and clouds, and the sun and the moon have changed. Today, the Zhifu Temple is still there, and the monument of Liu Zhilian has not fallen down. Children often ride on the monument and listen to the old Taoist priests in the temple telling stories about the divine carpenter. Children often hold the "chicken" and urinate on the monument. Liu Zhinian probably never dreamed that a monument that was to be immortalized would suffer the disaster of "urination robbery"!

When the moon was in the sky, Sanyang was still sitting next to Teacher Xia and had not returned home. He was holding a paper sign in his arms, following Teacher Xia's eyes with his eyes, and looking at the black sycamore leaves at Teacher Xia's feet. Someone or a dog passed by the door of Teacher Xia's house. Teacher Xia laughed for a while, then looked at the shadow of the person or dog walking away and said, "Do you want phoenix leaves?" After Teacher Xia finished speaking, Sanyang looked at the people and dogs walking away on the road, and said again: "Do you want a phoenix leaf?" When there was no one and no dog, Sanyang grabbed one of Teacher Xia's fingers, pointed at the words on the paper sign in the moonlight, and read each word in a low voice: "Now-action-counter-revolutionary-revolutionary-sub-little-crawling-insect."

He drove to the place where his father rented, and the landlady said that the old couple had moved away. His mother insisted on returning to prison to continue serving his sentence, but his father was nowhere to be found. Li Hong drove around the county town. He wanted to find the suffering biological father first, but he failed. After several months of fruitless searching, Li Hong and his adoptive mother Zhao Suling came up with a solution: they went to a printing factory to print 10,000 pairs of playing cards. Each playing card had a missing person notice written on it, just like when they were looking for Xuanzi. Li Hong asked Liang Haitao to post many missing person notices on the Internet, and he and his fiancée Wang Jing used their holidays to post missing person notices at the station and pier... However, Zhang Fugui was like a needle dropped into the sea, and there was no news...

Li Wenli said calmly: "Today, there was a circle of people at the gate of the community. There were several bills posted on the outer wall: Wife Rent Advertisement! It said that because the business was sluggish, I was lending my wife out for 500 yuan a month. The contact number left below was the family's residential number and mobile phone number. I heard that he was the owner of the noble community next to him. He was a very wealthy boss. I'm afraid he had offended some villain. The boss's phone number was flooded all day long. There were several unscrupulous people on the phone asking him to introduce the lady. The boss was so angry that he called the police. The police came and took the order. "Liu Xiangyang shook his head: "Is there such a thing? Everyone in society has all kinds of anti-rich behavior. In fact, he is not worse off than others, but compared with his original friends and the friends around him, he does such despicable things."

When will a person's thoughts and actions be free from the influence and influence of his elders? When I took this step in my life, I was completely influenced and influenced by my father. He felt that I should no longer stay in the factory, and I really felt that I should no longer stay in the factory. If he didn't think so, if he thought so but didn't tell me, I would still be happily staying in the factory, a young man with a bright future who was considered very promising in the eyes of others.

Today is the second time I went to the Jinlong Pharmaceutical Factory to look for food and work. Half a year has passed since I was laid off, and there is still no land allocated to us laid-off workers. If we want to wait until the land is allocated to the factory, I don't know what year or month it will take. Fortunately, my neighbor has someone working in a pharmaceutical factory. She said that Jinlong will expand its production line next year and is ready to recruit workers. Go and sign up for an interview on the 10th (Sunday). I already signed up last month and will go for the interview on the 10th (Sunday) of this month. I rode my motorcycle to the pharmaceutical factory in advance. I saw that the pharmaceutical factory was already crowded with people, all of whom were in their 18s or 19s. The students who had just graduated from school only recruited a total of thirty people, but more than a hundred people signed up. The cold wind was howling non-stop, and my heart was already half cold. I must be thirty-seven years old, and I am no match for this young man in this country. If I hadn't found an acquaintance through connections, I would never have been able to squeeze through the door of the pharmaceutical factory.

The clock was ticking. Gu Ziyi turned her numb neck and raised her head from the English novel in her hand. The hour hand of the wall clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock. She stared at the empty sitting room in a daze for a while and smiled sadly. She overestimated herself and thought that Nie Mingyu would never leave her at this time. She didn't even care about the last love between husband and wife. In fact, the love between them had been worn out in the past seven years. Gu Ziyi put down her book, got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up briefly before going to bed. Before going to bed, she looked at the clock again. Tomorrow, December 12, the eighth year of the Republic of China, the Gu's Foreign Bank, which her father had worked hard for all her life, would declare bankruptcy, and she would lose her natal family. Shade, no longer Gu Ziyi, the illustrious boss of the Gu family in Shanghai, she is the wife of Nie Mingyu, the director of the Shanghai Security Department, or Nie Qi, the seventh young lady. As time goes by, I am afraid that even this title will no longer exist, and there will only be that one person left.

Yu Louxian's handwriting is always bad, and she has been criticized several times by her class teacher, Teacher Zhang. Third-grade students can't draw neatly horizontally and vertically, and their handwriting is not as good as that of freshmen who have just entered school. Also because the words are written in a crooked way, horizontally they look like horizontal crabs, and vertically they look like a cluster of twining vine branches hanging from an ancient tree, so some naughty classmates deliberately pronounced them with different words. For example, the character "Lou" she wrote looks similar to the character "dung". Several boys who are good at playing pranks often call "Yu Louxian" "fish feces salty". Even her eldest brother Bao Qiang used her writing to laugh at her in front of his younger brother Bao Guo. Yu Louxian had no temper at all and could only practice calligraphy desperately. In this way, pencils, erasers and notebooks are particularly useful. Later, she collected almost all the papers at home that could be used for writing and scribbled on them.

When the reporter came to the village, a funeral was being held. The streets were packed with people, packed to the brim. The reporter pushed aside the crowd of onlookers with his hands and trudged forward. When I walked to the cross street in the center of the village, I saw four drum groups playing at the same time at four intersections. The crowd of onlookers kept cheering. Suddenly there was a shout, and a coffin was carried out from a yard near the intersection. The eight young men carrying the coffin were all tall and round, with shiny black skin. Onlookers surged. The reporter then remembered his purpose and asked someone beside him: "Hey, do you know where Shen Fuxiang lives?" The man pointed towards the coffin and said, "That's not it, the one carrying it is."

Unexpectedly, Gong Yang got drunk just 47 kilometers back from the capital Beijing. The 47 kilometers where family buildings and single-family buildings are relatively concentrated is considered the central living area, so it is called the capital of this "Jipigou". A small restaurant on the 47-kilometer highway. The proprietress with a Trump accent frequently served drinks to the guests, and empty bottles of mung bean and Daqu were scattered around the dining table. The nonsensical talk of a few middle-aged Beijing accents turned into a drunken accent that mixed the sounds of dogs, cats, sheep and birds, regardless of age or age.

The train stopped at a small station. Although he was in the last car, Wang Changyi heard the locomotive take a few deep breaths, and then let out a long breath of air, as if announcing that the steam had been released and it was not going forward! Wang Changyi looked out of the car window. Sure enough, it was dark and the car did not stop on the platform. Ten minutes ago, the battalion headquarters correspondent came to this car. There were two platoons in one carriage. The correspondent called Liu Dayong, the eighth platoon leader, and Wang Changyi, the ninth platoon leader, to the middle of the carriage and conveyed Battalion Commander Zhao's order: the next stop is the destination, and everyone should be ready to get off; after stopping, each row should be brought under the carriage to stand by, so as not to lose people or leave things behind. After the correspondent left, Liu Dayong asked Wang Changyi: What time is it? Wang Changyi took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said: A quarter to ten. Liu Dayong chuckled and said: After stopping in Yucheng for more than five hours, I knew I was almost at my destination. Wang Changyi made a good impression and said: Stop blindly talking to the staff and go back quickly to convey the battalion commander's order. After saying that, he walked towards the end of the carriage, shouting loudly as he walked: "Monitors of each class, come to me!"

Every time a regular car owner comes back, Lao Qiang goes over to ask them to park and gives the car owner a piece of paper. "A hundred and fifty? It went up to fifty all of a sudden. You are so cruel." Said the regular car owner. Lao Qiang chuckled: "It's the boss who wants a raise, it has nothing to do with us." "What? This is to implement the relevant spirit of the market, to ensure the order of the parking lot, and to protect our interests. What is the spirit of the market, the spirit of price increase? What are our interests protected? Just ask for money, what a bad level, there are almost ten typos in just a few sentences." The man wearing glasses took the paper, locked the car door and muttered away, crumpled the hateful paper and threw it into the trash can.

The train is traveling on the loess land in the northwest, heading towards Beijing. I'm not writing poetry, but I feel like poetry in my heart. I'm home, finally! Driven by the idea of ​​returning, I looked for happiness and beauty around me. The train is a soft sleeper all the way, arriving at one station and arriving late. You don't have to listen to the nagging station announcements and don't have to worry about being late. There are not many people in the carriage and it is orderly. The conductor introduces himself to each compartment. His dress is standard and his language is standard. He is sincere and touching. There is a wall-mounted TV at the end of everyone's bed, and the video is playing on the TV. The video picture is clear, and there are six or seven controllable channels. The weather is still hot, and on sauna days, I sweat every time I move. Not only China, but the climate of the entire world is a bit chaotic.

The school bell just rang in the evening, and before the teacher left, I slipped out of the back door and left the playground. The playground gradually began to boil. I sat on the grass behind the east goal of the football field and some distance away from the goal. A hard shot came through the netless goal and nearly hit me. I stood up, patted my pants, and left. I came to the roadside at the school gate. The red sunset shines gently from among the buildings. Cars kept passing by. A bicycle pedaled by. Pedestrians passed by. Some students came out of the school. There are freezers and stalls on both sides of the school gate doing business with students. There are people buying books in the small bookstore next to me. Someone's talking on the phone in the phone booth over there... I'm looking at the east end of the road. Look at the west end of the road. Look at the alley over the road. Look at the school gate on this side of the road. I seem to be waiting for someone. But actually I don't wait for anyone.

Winter in Y City is coming soon. I didn't even look at the weather forecast for a day. When I got up in the morning and opened the door, I felt like I had fallen into the refrigerator. A blast of cold air hit my face and pushed me back to bed while still wearing pajamas. Through the glass window, I could see the bright light on the road outside. Yesterday's water had changed overnight and turned into ice. I hid under the quilt and regretted to death. I had planned to buy a down jacket for a long time. I should have bought it a long time ago, but I kept putting it off. Now, in winter, I walked in without even knocking on the door. Those monkey-like merchants raised the price like crazy. It seemed that I had to spend the original price of two pieces for one down jacket. It's all this damn winter, why did it come so quickly? After tucking in the quilt, I sent a text message to my girlfriend, telling her that winter is coming, it is really coming, and the temperature is now minus five degrees Celsius.

Yinjiawan is a small village with more than 20 households. This small village is located in the arch of clusters of peaks. A small stream winds around the village, and the village is hidden in the winding embrace of the stream. In the early days, the ancestors of the Wan family chose this mountain village to live because they took a fancy to the topography with streams like jade belts wrapped around their waists, peaks like nine dragon vaults, and the "Yin family" conditions of fertile fields and fertile soil for cultivation. Therefore, Mr. Wan chose to live here, and worked hard so that the bamboos on the mountains, the seedlings in the fields, and the vegetables in the fields, and the smoke on the roof tiles could calmly, fat and strong fill the days that passed quietly like running water. As soon as people from other villages heard the name "Yinjiawan", they said: "Yinjiawan, Yinjia Bay, is well-deserved." This summer vacation, which is the seventh month of the Gregorian calendar, a new thing spread from other villages to Yinjiawan.

To the west of the city, there is a huge lake called Tuan Lake. Tuanhu Lake is surrounded by dense reeds. When the autumn wind blows, the reeds tremble, like a beautiful woman waving. At dusk, there are often birds lingering on the lake, making quacking sounds. Tuanhu Lake is quiet and quiet, surrounded by layers of birch forests, with countless eyes-like circles carved on the straight tree trunks. According to historical records, the anti-Japanese martyrs fought the Japanese invaders here for three days and three nights, and finally all died and were buried here. People in the city say that as many circles as there are on the birch trees, there are as many eyes as there are martyrs. They did not close their eyes after death, watching the ever-changing world. The lakeside of Tuanhu Lake is lined with rows of solid buildings, which were built in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The color of the building is gray, and only the roof is red. From a distance, it looks like old people wearing red hats.

New Year's Day has passed and the new year has arrived, and the progress of the project has indeed become smoother. A very eye-catching countdown sign was erected at the entrance of the factory. There are still 200 days until Unit 1 is connected to the grid to generate electricity. Unit 2 will also be put into operation by the end of the year as planned. The installed capacity of these two units is 300,000 kilowatts, with a total installed capacity of 600,000 kilowatts. They use lean coal from the Changzhi Mine in Shanxi Province. This power station will play a very important role in alleviating the shortage of electricity in the East China power grid, especially in the local residents. At the unveiling ceremony, the factory director certainly had to make a speech without hesitation.

The woman stood alone in Chandni Cathedral, as thin as a piece of paper. I approached her with a solemn face, wrapped in a gust of cold wind, as if rushing to a battlefield. She was thin and compact, and seemed to be squeezed by the invisible air around her so that she could not stretch her arms and legs. She wore a pair of huge glasses, and the remaining third of her face shone strangely with the lenses in the moonlight. 15 Minutes ago, this woman called me with a vague phone call: Are you Zabu's girlfriend? I am at Chandni Plaza and would like to invite you over. I asked, who are you? She said, you will know when you come. She added, I knew you would come, I just wanted to see you come alone. For more than six years, no one has mentioned Zabu to me by this title anymore.

Wang Song, whose ancestral home is Beijing, graduated from the Department of Mathematics of Tianjin Normal University, is a member of the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, has a first-level literary and artistic creation degree, and enjoys the State Council's special allowance for experts. He once went to the countryside to join the queue and worked as a teacher, reporter, editor and television director. Now he is a professional writer of Tianjin Writers Association. He has published a large number of long, medium and short stories in literary journals such as "Harvest", "People's Literature" and "October". He has published many novels such as "No Love in Spring" and "Red". He has published novella collections such as "Two Donkeys" and "Wang Song's Works" (four volumes). His works have won many literary awards. Hello, are you Du Yang? Who are you? Are you Du Yang? What's wrong with you? Let me ask, are you from Zhunan County, Jiangxi Province? Wrong.

Spring has arrived on the 22nd day of the third month of the lunar calendar, but the Changbai Mountains are still silent, deathly still, without a breath of wind. This kind of favorable weather conditions makes the mountain people in the Manjiang area tremble... Manjiang is the hinterland of Changbai Mountain and the headwaters of the Songhua River. It is the confluence of Jinjiang River and Manjiang River. It is also an important river mouth near the southern slope of Laobai Mountain. To be precise, it is an important waterway on the western slope. The volcanic eruption more than a thousand years ago destroyed the virgin forest in this area. Today, people can still see the clear cross-sections of trees that have turned into charcoal layer by layer on the exposed hillside soil. The thickness of the "charcoal rings" of each tree tells today's people everything that passed long ago. However, the forests that have grown back over thousands of years have covered the mountains lushly.

I remember that when I was very young, I couldn't fully understand a sentence - literature comes from life. At that time, I would rather believe in my own soul or my unknowable distance. But today, when I have truly experienced life, I feel that everything I need for literature is around me, among the simple, rich, and persevering people living around me. I cannot ignore their suffering and describe everything I don't know, or lower my head and play with the tears and petals dripping on my own toes. I can't do it, I love their suffering and joy even more, including their little cunning and compromises. I love these people around me.

Florida has bright sunshine all year round, there is no winter, and winter is also spring. This spring, Nico turns eighteen, is about to graduate from high school, and is faced with the choice of college. The parents talked softly and discussed with their daughter: "Enter a university in this state. You are in Florida. You can go home if you want. We can visit you at any time." Nico shook his head with a smile and looked out the window. Outside the window, the coconut shadows were dancing. Outside the tall palm trees, there was the vast blue Atlantic Ocean with white sails dotted on the sea. From time to time, one or two luxury cruise ships would crash into the field of vision. His father said, "You can go out of state, as long as you like it, but it's best to go to a private university out of state. Your mother and I should feel more at ease." Nico's father is a successful real estate builder with a prosperous career and a well-off family. His daughter's tuition is definitely not a problem.

The summer of 1990 AD. Fifty-year-old Wang Changfa owns a small wooden-hulled boat and hired three boatmen to lower crab nets to catch swimming crabs weighing two to three pounds each, with gray lids and white bellies. Swimming crabs are delicious and are eaten by rich and poor alike. They are a high-end variety of seafood. Every day, they cast more than fifty pieces of net, winding for several nautical miles. When a tide passes (about six hours), the nets begin to be pulled out, and the swimming crabs with their claws and scissors emerge one after another from the water to show off their power. The daily harvest is more than 2,000 kilograms, which is sold for more than 4,000 yuan. Very good benefits! However, the good times did not last long, and something interfered with it. In the end, it was impossible to do anything, and the ship had to be stopped. The disturbing thing is the jellyfish.

At nine-thirty in the morning, the morning fog had not completely subsided, and the school playground was as wet as if it had just rained. The sky was shrouded in a layer of gray, and it was hard to tell whether it was thin clouds or thick fog. The faces of the freshmen in Class 1 (3) also looked gray, and they lined up lazily. The girls in front are all chubby and clumsy, like a group of penguins walking on the beach. The naughty boy behind him couldn't help but laugh out loud. The physical education teacher gave them a stern look. Although the laughter stopped, their body movements revealed their absent-mindedness and casual slackness. The recess exercises in this class are really not decent. The physical education teacher had an expression of hatred on his face. There were several senior classmates watching the excitement. They put their shoulders on each other's backs, or hugged their arms and leaned their bodies.

In the eyes of the children, I am old. But I don't believe it. Am I really old? I am only 71 years old. Compared with my grandparents who are in their 90s, I am still younger. I can still chew bones and eat hazelnuts. I haven't lost a single tooth. But this is not as good as Etewo. She is a better hazelnut eater than me. She can eat a bowl of hazelnuts without even frowning. Even though there is a river flowing on her face and she is standing on a hillside, she still looks young at heart. The physique is stronger than mine. She is only 70 years old. We have been together for so many years, and our blood is almost fused together; we look similar to each other. Sometimes you can see my shadow in her, and you can see her in me. We walked together and talked together, without feeling tired. What she often likes to say is that as people get older, being able to eat, sleep and walk is a blessing, and having a companion to walk with them is even more of a blessing.

Outside the gray-white felt bag, there is a steel wire cage that looks like a yurt. The little white fox in the cage suddenly jumped up. Its hind legs landed on the ground, and its two front paws clung to the cold steel wire mesh. Its chest was heaving violently, as if it was being burned in pain by the fire in its chest. Its jewel-like, yellow and red eyes quickly scanned the surroundings bound by the cold wind, with surprise and panic bursting in their eyes, like lightning. It wished it could cut the surroundings into pieces and immediately reveal its hidden mother. Although it was late at night, there was no darkness around. In the starry sky that was almost within reach, the silver-gray cold light flickered, flowed, and shuttled, reflecting the surroundings of the cage like the snow on a moonlit night-a light blue and thin haze lingered in the silent clarity.