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It was already after get off work hours, and Long Zhou was still reviewing documents in the office, while Fang Chang could only stay in his office and wait silently. Xu Jinfeng's call came at this time. While turning his head to look at the door of the office, he lowered his voice and asked stiffly, "Is something wrong?" Fanchou was a little surprised, even a little angry. On the day he received the appointment as director of the town party committee office, he called Xu Jinfeng and Tian Ping, and sent text messages to Teng Shumei, hoping that they would not take the initiative to call him, but would try to contact him via text messages if there was something urgent.

Chen Buer is aging before he is old. Although he is forty-six or seventeen years old, he looks like he is fifty-eight or nine years old. He has a bald head, sparse eyebrows, droopy eyelids, sunken cheeks, and deep creases on his face. Although he is dressed in crisp old designer clothes, including a Septwolves jacket, a Hilton shirt, and Younger trousers, they can no longer reflect his former youthful, capable, and powerful demeanor. Like an old man, he has nothing to do every day. After lunch, he goes for a walk, walks along the river embankment, and weakly greets familiar old men or women he meets. He didn't say much to them, nodded and continued walking forward. Sometimes he would squat on the embankment and stare dreamily at the tall buildings on the other side of the river. Among them, the Shengshi Huating Building, the tallest and abrupt one, piercing the blue sky, was the place where his eyes stayed the longest. This twenty-six-story twin building was once his masterpiece and is still a landmark building in Youbei City.

When Toyotomi first came to Tianjin, he was a little surprised. He did not expect that there would be such a prosperous place in northern China. Along the way, I heard the boatman talk a lot about Tianjin. The boatman is a middle-aged man who loves to talk and likes to gain knowledge. He suggested that Toyotomi not go into the city, let alone go to Nanshi Sanguier. If a man really wanted to spend money and be happy, he could just go to Xihua Street in the west of the city. Although it was not as famous as Sanguier, it had a different kind of liveliness. However, the boatman also reminded Toyotomi that you should not forget about your past while you are here. Tianjin is not an easy place. The water is very deep, so you have to have eyes on the back of your head when talking and doing things. If you are not careful, you will suffer a loss if you step on the wrong foot. By the time you turn around, it will be too late.

Shu Ping will soon be transferred from Tianhe High School to the County Education Bureau, which is completely unexpected. Shu Ping is just a support staff member of Tianhe High School. People generally call such staff masters, and Shu Ping is of course Master Shu. Shu Ping joined the army after graduating from junior high school. After transferring from the army, he was placed in Tianhe High School. Because of his low education level, he could not be a teacher and was only suitable for logistics work in school. He has burned a water boiler, worked as a janitor, and as a mail and receipt clerk. Now he is responsible for the storage of office supplies and concurrently serves as the school's plumber. Been working for almost twenty years. Tianhe High School is located in a mountainous area, and those young and powerful teachers, especially those who have just graduated from college, are heading into the city. It is normal for people to go to higher places and water to flow to lower places.

When the two men were not at home, Dafeng went to his sister-in-law and whispered to her. Dafeng said, sister, go back, go back... Amei laughed, sister-in-law, what happened today? Dafeng said, "Hey, what I want to say, the more I bring it to my mouth, the harder it is to push it out." Amei said, there are no outsiders. Dafeng said, yes, my dead head... Amei can't understand, who are you scolding? Dafeng couldn't laugh or cry, he wasn't scolding anyone. Amei said, who is that dead old man? Dafeng said, he is your eldest brother. My sister said, you are not allowed to scold me like that. Dafeng also laughed. Dafeng said, brother, he asked me to teach you. Amei said, I listen. Dafeng said, go out later and do the same as Ah Kuo. Amei was confused and asked, which one? Dafeng had no choice but to teach her plainly, just like us, don't cling and stay away. My sister said, I like it. Dafeng said that he likes to let other people laugh.

That day coincided with the Tibetan New Year. The weather is extremely cold this year. There had just been a snowfall some time ago. When it was just dawn in the morning, the cold wind howled and picked up the snow on the ground. This irresistible cold and the blizzard that connected the heaven and the earth gave people a faint sense of sadness. In the alley, not to mention people, even animals are very rare. The sparrows, who are usually like naughty children, good at circling and chirping, can't stand the cold and quietly hide under the eaves. In short, this plateau town lies in the wind and snow, like a lifeless object. At this time, on the riverside in front of the town that was hit by the biting cold air, a man in his early fifties, wearing dirty, thin clothes and disheveled hair, was walking aimlessly in the snowstorm while holding a small poodle like a lion cub, muttering in his mouth. Sometimes he picked up the puppy from the ground, put it on its face, and petted it; sometimes he put the puppy on the ground, stared at it with wide eyes, wrinkled its mouth and nose, drooled, and threatened, "I'm not a madman. You are the madman. Shameless, you who cross the bridge and have no conscience are the madmen..." The wind became stronger and stronger, and the snowy wind wrapped his hair, cheeks, and whole body like a snowman.

Boiling, related to water and fire. Water and fire are like yin and yang fish. They change frequently. When they are relatively stable, they are so tender and warm, but when you are not prepared, their sudden changes are so terrifying. What I want to talk about is the exciting lives of three women that happened in parallel during the same time period: One is a residential area located on the left bank of the Majiagou River. In the past, this area was a relatively remote part of the city. Because it was once remote, it also retained its old quietness. There are relatively many trees, and there are actually many magpies. The illustrator Tiramisu lives in a small nest among the buildings like the magpie here. One day, on a stone pier in the woods not too deep on the Majiagou river bank, she found a feather that was so black that it turned blue!

When a pair of eyes peered out from the large glass window hung with red velvet curtains on the fourth floor of the Science and Technology Building, the third side from the north, it was the end of 1982 AD. The word doomsday was interpreted as the last day by Mr. Jue Ran, a young poet at that time and a famous literary critic today. My own intention is that the road to college is about to come to an end. There are absolutely differences in the meaning of the word, just like his name. But now is clearly not the time for an academic discussion. It was a day that we should like but couldn't like it anyway. Everyone's heart seemed to be filled with chicken feathers. Everyone was full of irritability and uneasiness, but they still pretended to be extremely calm. Although the sun is as soft as a girl, with a furry floral scarf wrapped around her neck, smiling at everyone, and it is always crowded on weekdays, but now the very lonely basketball court serves as a charming spectator.

A traditional Chinese character "play", with virtual on the left and Ge on the right, vividly illustrates that the art of opera was originally an entertainment that imitated real life - hunting, fishing, farming, war, religion, etc. Entertainment, as an instinctive need of human nature, is innate. The origin of drama comes from the artistic creation of primitive humans, which is often characterized by religious beliefs. The emergence of drama in the aesthetic sense requires a long process of gradual transfer. The entertainment of human infancy is essentially the same as the play and play of our childhood. With the progress of the times, when the purpose of relaxing muscles and bones, balancing psychology, cultivating emotions, and even needing to obtain ideological lessons, people's entertainment has entered a conscious level.

I always thought that when Minqin was in the desert, there would always be windy sand and yellow dust all four seasons of the year. Not really. There are trees on both sides of the road, mostly Elaeagnus angustifolia. Moreover, we have caught up with the best season, and the Elaeagnus japonica is blooming. It's like rice grains, light yellow, and the fragrance is mellow and sweet, seeping into the heart bit by bit. Clear air rises and turbid air descends. Chinese medicine pays attention to the mind. You can take the refreshing fragrance of flowers to calm the mind and nourish the heart. In Lanzhou city, Elaeagnus elata flowers are occasionally sold, and the buds have just opened. I think that the flowers on each branch must secretly stir up a small group of fragrance, swirling up small fragrant nests in the smell of the Yellow River water. There was the fragrance of flowers all the way, and my heart suddenly felt cool. There is no wind, no sand, only bright sunshine, crops, trees, and villages.

The gunfire rang out in the latter part of the night. The night in the countryside seemed to be covered by a huge curtain, and the silence was suffocating. The sudden sound of gunshots was like a sharp knife, cutting a big hole in the thick and tight curtain, causing the town called Wanjiafan to boil like boiling water. Xu Shengfang was not awakened by the gunfire. For several days in a row, he had not been sleeping well. Not only was he unable to sleep well, his mind was also unstable and he was in a trance during the day and night. Sometimes I open a book and read a few lines. For a long time, my eyes are still on those lines, but my thoughts don't know where to go, as if I am vaguely worried about a certain sound or event, and secretly looking forward to it. This is the 18th year of the Republic of China. According to the current AD calendar, it is 1929.

When the ship untied the moorings and started, a glimmer of dawn suddenly appeared in the distant sky. Yingzhen looked up at Mashi Village on the mountainside on the right. Separated by mountains and water, it looks even more humble. A few sparse houses are scattered like white beads, and thin and delicate white smoke rises from the bamboo forest. Either He Laoliu's mother-in-law got up to cook breakfast, or Liu Sanwa's mother cooked pig soup, because there are still people living in these few houses in the village. The boat drove very fast, cutting through the waves, and the motor roared loudly, making people's eardrums tremble. The sound of the motor also covered up Yingzhen's huge heartbeat. When the village was gradually blurred, Yingzhen turned her head and looked at her son. Her son You Jiang was talking to others with bright eyes, saying that their family was going to Dongshi. Have you never been to Dongshi? Then you should go there and see. It's a great place, very different from here.

So sorry! If you open the colorful map of Yunnan, or even the map of Ruili where the Ruili River and the Nanwan River embrace each other, no matter how you look for it among the dotted villages, you will not be able to find the name Jiangqiao Police Dog Base. After entering "Baidu" online, many reports surrounding this name came one after another. To be precise, it should be the Ruili Jiangqiao Police Dog Retraining Base of the Yunnan Public Security Frontier Corps. Although its name cannot be found on the map, and it is impossible to find it, this does not affect its reputation. It is known as the "No. 1 Border post of Ruili" in Yunnan border defense. In Dai language, steel nails are called "Lie".

After a long secret meeting on the Bund, the setting sun dyed the vast water of the Pujiang River heading east into blood red. In the dim dusk, the Peace Hotel looked a bit ferocious. Shanghai is very cool in late autumn evening. A young man turned out of the main road and walked towards the Bund Park at the intersection of Huangpu River and Suzhou River. His name is Yang Ping, and he appears to be a waiter at the Deda Western Cuisine Club, but his true identity is the backbone of the "Rat", a mysterious organization known as the Shanghai underworld. An hour ago, he received a call and hurriedly asked for leave and came in a hurry. There are only a few tourists in the park, and yellow leaves are falling everywhere. Under the music pavilion, there was a middle-aged man sitting alone, wearing a long gown and a round-brimmed hat, seemingly idly watching the boats coming and going on the river.

I never expected that on the second night of my journalistic career, I would attend a luxurious banquet. Such a feast far exceeded my previous dreams. So I learned: The biggest advantage of being a reporter is that you can eat and drink for free. Such hidden benefits were not promised in the job postings I read; nor were they explicitly stated in the journalism textbooks I read. I was born in a rural area, and I almost broke my intestines after earning a living before I was admitted to the teachers' college in the city of our state. When I was in the third grade, our teachers college was upgraded to undergraduate level. So I studied for an extra year, which forced me to take out an extra loan of 6,000 yuan, so that I could get a bachelor's degree. My father is really worthless. He is also a deputy mayor, but he still needs a loan to provide an education for his only son!

From an early age, I knew that our family was a guest in this city. My father comes from a mountain village in the far north, where mountains and rivers stretch out, and the accents of the people there have a metallic resonance; my mother's home is on the seaside in the north. My parents' conversations often remind me of the Mandarin broadcasts on the radio. Compared with my parents' local accent, the city's speech seems very urgent, sharp and muddy, giving people a feeling of stiffness in the tongue. Now I am used to the operation of these two kinds of words, and I am quite proficient in them without interfering with each other. At this point, my parents are far behind me. When they use the city's spoken language, they often slip into distant accents. I also know that the mountain village in my hometown that I have never been to is rich in persimmons. In autumn, the branches of the clusters of dwarf trees on the loess slopes are covered with red fruits.

State A University is the highest institution of higher learning in State A. This does not mean that there are no universities in State A. There are still some TV, universities, vocational colleges, medical colleges, and so on, but State A University is a genuine provincial undergraduate university. If someone is not convinced, Master A will say, we have 60 PhDs in University A, do you have any? Those who were not convinced stuck out their tongues and stopped talking. As we all know, there are still a few professors in other schools, but the doctorate is different. State A includes 30,000 square kilometers of counties and districts under its jurisdiction, and among a population of 5 million, there are only three doctors: one in the municipal hospital, one in the municipal garden bureau, and one in the municipal urban construction bureau. Therefore, a doctorate is a beautiful and charming sight in University A. If you are walking on the campus of University A, if you are not careful, you will meet a doctor.

Jiang Renrui is a civil servant. He once served as a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacist in a hospital and editor of a magazine. He has published more than 60 short stories and literary essays in newspapers such as Furong, Youth, and People's Daily. Currently living in Miluo, Hunan. Maxi stepped into the South Station Road Hotel. The girl at the bar stood up and smiled. When checking in for accommodation, Maxi searched for a long time but didn't see his ID card. The bar girl said, then fill in the registration book yourself. The man was relieved. Read the book, hold the pen, and spin the pen between your fingers. He struggled to remember his ID number. Is the ID card an eighteen-digit number? It's eighteen digits, yes. If you can remember the eighteen digits of your identity, you won't be wrong. Even if it's wrong, it won't be far wrong.

It was the season of darkness and the season of sunshine. The rain finally stopped! The long-lost sun has returned to the mountains of western Hunan that stretch for hundreds of miles. The entire mountain had just been washed away by more than ten days of continuous rain, making it look particularly fresh. One can smell the fragrance of wild flowers and earth in the air. The water mist is evaporating under the sunlight, a faint rainbow hangs between the green mountains, white clouds hang motionless in the sky, and there is no wind in the mountains. The wildflowers looked colorful in the bright sunshine, and dewdrops clung to the grass blades. Even if the butterfly flapped its wings, the dewdrops would fall gently. The stream in the mountain stream flows "buzzing". Both sides of the stream are covered with golden mountain rapeseed flowers, and bees are busy collecting nectar.

It took Ma Jiaju a long time to finally open the security door of his home, and he was already sweating profusely. As he walked into the house, he cursed and said, "If you can prevent theft and theft, you can't do it yourself. The key has been twisted and it can't be opened. These people who gave birth to children without buttholes paid for everyone's money to install such a broken security door. They are not afraid of being struck by lightning when they go out." When his wife An Xiaoju heard him cursing, he ran out of the kitchen and complained, you are forty years old, can you control your bad mouth and curse randomly, be careful that someone downstairs overhears him. Ma Jiaju scratched his neck and said, "What are you afraid of?" He didn't mention his name or surname. He grew up eating water from the Yellow River. No matter how lenient his control was, he could still control me from cursing at the door of his house! Seeing that his voice was getting louder and louder, An Xiaoju knew that there was nothing she could do against him at this time, so she just let him have his way and said, "Just scold him if you want, I won't bother to care about you."

Shi Zhongshan, male, born in 1964, joined the army in 1981 and served in the Air Force and General Logistics units for 16 years. He began publishing novels in 1984 and has published 8 novels, more than 50 novellas, and more than 100 short stories so far. He has won the "October", "People's Literature", "Shanghai Literature" awards, the "Novel Monthly" Hundred Flowers Award and the People's Liberation Army's "New Literary Works Award", etc. The TV series "The Passionate Years" adapted from his "Father Goes to Town" series of novels has become popular all over the country. He is currently a creative artist in the creative studio of the Political Department of the Armed Police Force. A group of gold diggers finally found a piece of gold nugget. Uncle Fu died that night holding the gold nugget. Immediately, in order to monopolize the nugget gold, Lao Wei ran away with the nugget gold on his back; his younger brother Xiaoshu tried to use the nugget gold to kill his brother Dashu, but was shot to death by his elder brother Dashu... A piece of nugget gold vividly reflects the good and evil of human nature. However, where did the gold nugget end up?

It was getting dark when Jin Feng saw a figure walking towards him. I stood at the end of the village for more than a month, and my legs were a little sore. The woman's intuition told Jinfeng that the figure was her man Wynn. Jinfeng went up to him, took the man's bag, and asked how things were going. Wynn said, let's talk about it when we get home. Son Xiaoxiang is waiting for his parents at the door of the house. Xiaoxiang was very happy to see his father coming back, knowing that his father went to Hucheng this time for his schooling. This year, three children in the village passed the entrance examination, all of whom were transferred to Hucheng from junior high school or high school. Although Xiaoxiang's grades in the rural middle school were excellent, Wynn and Jinfeng still wanted Xiaoxiang to go to Hucheng to study. Jinfeng quickly served the man food and a jug of wine. It's been over an hour since the meal was ready, and it's not even too hot. After putting down the food, Jinfeng turned to Xiaoxiang and said, go do your homework.

The small courtyard was filled with sunlight. Every time I raised my feet and turned around, the sunlight flickered and dazzled. The dog was crouching under the eaves, holding a bowl of red flowers in his hand and purring as he pushed the hot pot noodles into his mouth. The hot pot noodles were mixed with cabbage, radish, tofu, dried gluten and the like. The fragrant steam steamed over his big rough face, and the sunlight also added a fragrant smell of hot pot noodles. The dog's forehead was sweating, and two yellow cotton-padded jackets were opened on the left and right, revealing a purple chest. For a dog, no matter what his wife Dang Rong cooks, he will always look like he is eating without his life. At this time, Dang Rong was leaning against a small jujube tree in the middle of the courtyard, watching the man eat with relish. Watching a man eat is her greatest joy, and the sound of a man purring is her greatest reward.

Related news: At about 14:30 on August 8, 2005, the No. 5 Bus in Fuzhou City, Fujian Province exploded when it was traveling from east to west to the east intersection of the downtown area. One person died on the spot, and 23 others were sent to the hospital for rescue. The cause of the explosion is currently under investigation. On Wednesday morning, I went through the discharge procedures for my mother. Ordinarily, my mother cannot be discharged from the hospital yet, and we have to wait for the pathological analysis report to come out before we can leave. But the attending physician, Director Xu, said, go home and take good care of the elderly. Director Xu said nothing more about the future. Director Xu only said that the report was not important anymore. Just like that, I supported my mother and walked out of the hospital door. It was summer, people were lying down, and the sun was shining on the white hospital. The bright sunshine made my mother unable to open her eyes.

As soon as the commendation meeting at the mine ended, Deliang knew that he and Ermei were in trouble again. In the evening, Deliang went to Ermei's house full of thoughts. As soon as he entered the door, Deliang saw a golden trophy placed on the coffee table. The golden trophy shone under the light and made people blink. Deliang got closer and saw clearly that there was a line of red official script engraved on the base of the trophy: "Moving the top ten people in the mining area." Oh, sister-in-law, look, you won the award again! Deliang's words were somewhat exaggerated and teasing. Hey, what's that? I can't push it away! Ermei's words sounded a little modest on the surface, but Deliang also heard some unconcealable joy. Deliang is here. A weak male voice came from the back room. Brother Guangcai, it's me.

At noon in the summer, the courtyard was quiet, and the security guard in the guard room was dozing on the table. Bai Jianming supported his mother and walked in slowly. Wang Lin, secretary of the Urban Management Office, was half asleep when she heard a knock on the window. She opened her eyes and was startled. She had seen the man knocking on the window and had come to collect a penalty notice a few days ago. But this old lady made her feel panicked. The scorching sun burned her old and frail body, and sweat dripped from her pale face, soaking half of her clothes. She raised her hand, pointed at Wang Lin and said, Girl, did you ask me to come? The old man's red hands were protruding with veins, and his stiff and bony fingers seemed to be touching Wang Lin's face through the glass. Wang Lin trembled for a moment, and then ran out to help the old lady as if she had just woken up from a dream. During the meeting yesterday, the director just said that there has been too much negative news about the urban management department in society recently, and he asked everyone to pay more attention to the "window image."

I sat on a stone bench in the park and smoked. The sun was shining brightly today, the temperature was suitable, and the sky was blue. I called Zhang Shun, but no one answered the phone twice. I took out the water glass from my bag and took a sip, then looked around. There were quite a lot of people, including adults and children. Not far in front of me was a pond. A child was sitting and playing next to it. Her mother was standing a dozen meters away, talking on her mobile phone. I stared at the child and laughed, and then looked at her mother. She happened to be looking at me too, with such alert eyes that I had to put away the smile on my face. There was a group of people dancing in the open space across the pond, and many people gathered around to watch. I walked over and saw many stone benches under a dozen thick pine trees. People gathered to play poker or chat and rest. I found an empty seat and sat down.

After working as a reporter and editor for twenty-three years, I suddenly wanted to write a novel. I regarded it as another redesign and planning of my life. I have been stuck in documentary reporting for too long, and my literary complex and imaginative desire have never been forgotten. When spring came this year, I remembered that dream and started writing my first novel. There are many dazzling things in urban life. The rapid changes in rhythm make us tired. Old friends lose contact, the people closest to us find it difficult to open their hearts, and everyone becomes more self-conscious. The creation of "Jade Bracelet" was also due to loneliness and isolation. I have been writing diaries online for the past two years. The advantage of the Internet is that when you open one window, you open countless windows. At the same time, it also makes lonely people even more lonely.

Tang Daxiang would never have thought that the arrival of a young man in the patrol room would cause regrets that he would never be able to explain clearly in his life. The little boy Li Xiaoshan's father is a senior official in the military division. Kosugi is not happy to have such a high-ranking father. He always feels that the relationship between father and son is a bit like that of a company instructor and a naughty soldier. After Xiao Shan was demobilized and returned to his home in Lanzhou, not long after he felt comfortable, his father drove him away: "Shan'er, it's not okay for you to have grown up without going through hard training. I've contacted you to work as a road maintenance worker in the Wuwei East Railway Engineering Section." Shan'er retorted to his father: "You haven't let me go to the army to train for three years?"

"It's cold and snowy at the frontier, and it's hard to see the shadow of the moon when I look back..." Outside the window were several noisy children, singing a poem written for the general by a princess who admired him many years ago. Inside the room, incense was burning, and Gu Mengyun was wearing a dirty military uniform and holding a package in his hand, feeling a little nervous. There was a woman in white standing in front of him. The woman said: "Confirm for the last time... Your wish is to go back to the first year of Pingrui to meet Lin Qingzhuo, right?" Gu Mengyun said: "Yes." The woman in white nodded: "Okay, you can go right away. But you have to do as you said, just go see Lin Qingzhuo and don't do anything else. You only have one month. When the time is up, you will come back naturally. Don't try to stay in the first year of Pingrui - can you do it?

Dayuan almost didn't sleep all night. Early in the morning, he knocked on their doors, carrying bread and milk. The bronze utensils were prepared two days ago, including a drum and a pair of cymbals, both of which were found in the brigade's warehouse. What else is there in the brigade now? Now when people talk about the brigade, even children of several years old will point at the party secretary. But the brigade also has a warehouse in the school, mixed in among a row of warehouses in the school. Maybe others don't know much about it, but Dayuan knows it. Dayuan used to be in the custody of the brigade. When Dayuan found the Party Secretary and took charge of it, the Party Secretary was still sitting on the bench in this school. Dayuan said, I know there are some things inside, so I will borrow those for playing Yangko. The party secretary looked at Dayuan, but he didn't move. Who is still playing Yangko now? He said with a smile. I let people dance the Yangko dance. Dayuan said. He really didn't know how people could choose this little kid as party secretary. Is it just because he had been a soldier for several years?

The School of Languages ​​at University F lost three young female teachers in the past two years. The word "run away" has a specific meaning in language schools, that is, taking advantage of the public study or work opportunity to go abroad and never return, and staying abroad without returning. These three female teachers were all single and were sent to the "Confucius Institute" in the United States to teach Chinese. One of them did not want to come back after her job expired, and sent back a resignation application to say goodbye to F University. The latter two successors were even more unique. They wrote their resignation letters before leaving, and each sent an express mail to Pudong Airport. By the time the college leaders received the express letters, they had already set foot on the soil of the United States. If we go back twenty years, the behavior of these young female teachers seems easy to understand, because in those days, the word "poor" could explain many stories that were similar to this plot.

The discovery of the ancient ritual instrument Fuxi Phoenix Qin at home was a major event that happened when Zhong Cheng was thirteen years old - at that time, Zhong Cheng was obsessed with historical research. Zhong Cheng's father, Zhong Qingsheng, is a history teacher, but he did not let his son be the history class representative just because he was good at history. Zhong Qingsheng believed that officialdom was a taboo career for the Zhong family, and he did not want to cultivate his son's talents in this area. Seeing that his son had bought back a lot of history books with yellowed paper, Zhong Qingsheng could only find an excuse to reduce his son's pocket money. But Zhongcheng soon learned to ask for money from his grandfather. Mr. Zhong was a veteran and received monthly salary and allowances. In addition, he took care of several acres of thin farmland owned by his second son, Zhong Qingwei, so he was never short of money. His grandson likes to read, and Mr. Zhong seems to like it. When he heard that his grandson asked for money to buy some used books, he was naturally willing to take out all the money in his pocket. He also praised Zhongcheng for being frugal and spending small money to buy big books. He is a great scholar.

The milky white skyscraper was like a heavy sword piercing the blue sky, and the silent bluebird passed by her side, leaving behind the whistling sound of the wind. She stood on the terrace like a white sculpture. A dark group of people gathered below the high-rise building, like ants meeting, and bursts of noise could be heard from there. They were eager to see the exciting high-altitude stunts, and some who couldn't wait even used their hands to make trumpets and shouted at her: Jump! Jump now! The police will come later, but they won't be able to dance! People die all the time. She couldn't help but grit her teeth. No matter who they are, they will eventually go to hell. The sandpit where she practiced long jump when she was a student suddenly appeared in front of her. Practicing standing long jump on the school playground was once a sport she was very passionate about.

"I" was born in the 1970s and grew up in a small county in the north. I have a group of heroic and chivalrous friends who worship "Little Ma". High school life is about to begin, but his friend Zhou Lei is facing dropping out of school. For this reason, under the instigation of "I", everyone imitated "Brother Ma" and took a righteous act, but inadvertently intervened in the rules of the game between their fathers, making "I" prematurely experience the loyalty and betrayal of the adult world, and the fate of Zhou Lei and others was reversed...

I moved my feet that were tied with iron chains and walked heavily on the bridge of this small town. My sad mood was indescribable. Just when I was frustrated and about to go back, the man holding the erhu suddenly appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun. I held my breath and stared at him with my eyes wide open, looking at him... Ah, he was coming towards me, getting closer... I didn't dare to move. The man holding the erhu came to me and stopped. He timidly said: "Sister, do you want to listen to the erhu? You can play whatever you like. If you have two yuan, I'll give it to you. It's okay if you don't have it. It's convenient." As soon as the man finished speaking, he sat down on the stone steps beside the bridge, put the erhu on his knees, and pulled up. He played an old song "Looking at the Starry Sky".

Originally, the dividend distribution scene had been quiet, but when people from the four teams interfered, the order became a bit chaotic. Some people echoed and began to praise the captains of the fourth team. Captain Dai couldn't sit still, "What kind of land is the fourth team farming? We are all bastards and bastards. How much more grain can we harvest? If you ask me to be the captain of the fourth team, I will definitely get more crops than him!" People said something to each other, but in the end they still complained about Captain Dai's failure. Unlike the captain of the fourth team, who had no brains, he mobilized every family to build a new kang last autumn, and the team also uniformly supplied new adobe bricks, and transported all the old kang bricks and kang tobacco soil to the manure pit for retting. The fertilizer transported to the ground the next year can equal the manure of several years. Captain Dai was anxious, "Well, whoever wants to be the one will be the one, I won't do it anymore!" He suddenly stood up, pushed the people around him away with both hands, and pushed out the door with three steps at a time.

In the darkness and the sound of rain, Mr. Chu felt that his long life had suddenly passed from his eyes. Recalling it was like a dream, which seemed far and near, true and false, just like the morning fog he saw when he opened the window one morning in autumn. At that time, in order to avoid arrest, he and Mr. Cao hid in a summer house in the forest at the foot of the mountain outside the city with the help of a friend. One morning, he woke up early, and the early morning light shone on everything in the forest, making it mysterious and like a fairyland. He stood in front of the window, thinking and carefree, immersed in this rare peace. He would often think of this scene many years later, together with another memory related to it. After Mr. Cao and their business succeeded, he returned to the forest, but the house was no longer there. On the edge of the lake, everything was as it should be, as if there had never been a house there, which surprised him.

The rapid ringing of the phone brought a surprise. In the early morning, I came back from a walk downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I heard the ringing of the phone at home. It must have been ringing for a long time. I hurriedly opened the door, rushed forward like a charge, grabbed the microphone and asked quickly: "Hey, who is that?" The other party asked back: "Are you Yang Shiyun?" "Yes, I am Yang Shiyun!" "Guess who I am?" I almost wanted to cheer, every sentence burst out with exclamation points : "I never thought you would call me! Your voice hasn't changed at all, it's still as clear and crisp as a little girl!" "The loess is almost buried up to your collar, how can you still look like a little girl? Did you guess the wrong person?" "Absolutely not wrong! Your voice really hasn't changed!"

Even before the Year of the Horse, I have relatives and friends calling me constantly. They come to me for no other reason than for their father and mother, or because their brothers, sisters, classmates and comrades have health problems and need medical treatment or hospitalization. That kind of urgency leaves no room for negotiation. Of course, some people are more polite and say a few warm and polite words; others go straight to the alley and make rigid demands, such as which experts to find and which days to arrange beds, without any discussion. They didn't think about me at all, as if the hospital was run by my own family. In recent years, the number of outpatient visits in the three affiliated hospitals of my medical university has increased year by year, month by day, and day by day. It is difficult for patients whose lives are not hanging by a thread to be admitted to the hospital in one step.

A historical bridge connects the past and present, connects the legend of leaders and the changes of the city, and also connects the imprint of some prostitutes' life transformation. The writer Ah Cheng is good at depicting characters in both reality and fiction, realness and fantasy, tracing history, and constructing a different kind of novel art. It is a fresh, unique and thought-provoking novel. 8.12 Square meters I heard that Jihong Bridge is going to be demolished, which is a pity. It feels like the old house in my hometown is about to be demolished. Very helpless and very light. Jihong Bridge is a bridge with purely European architectural style. I clearly remember it was built in 1926. Like the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco in the United States and the Sydney Bridge in Australia, it is a bridge that generations of Harbin citizens are proud of.

Yi Junwei, who had lost his mind, punched Yi Dajun. There was a bang, and everyone in the room was shocked. Yi Dajun is the inviolable shop owner of Tianxi Hall and a well-known miracle doctor. When everyone started to make a fuss, they wanted to take action. Hei Zixuan had quick eyes and quick hands. He used a tiger-like punch to knock Yi Junwei to the ground with a snap. Yi Junwei lay on the ground and started crying again, "I don't care, I can't be a medicine shop keeper, I must have a bowl of soil every day." Otherwise, I will burn this drug store down. Yi Dajun felt dizzy again and fell to the ground... It was the eve of 1949, and another red sun poked its head out outside the city gate. It was golden and bright, making the Tianxi Hall of the century-old drug store feel warm inside and outside. The plaque on the door head has just been refreshed. It has gold characters on a black background and three big heads in regular script in Guange style, Tianxi Hall.

At that time, most business in the countryside was done with barter and little money was used. For example, when buying tofu, you exchange it for beans. A few kilograms of beans are exchanged for a kilogram of tofu. When you go out every day, you pack tofu, and when you come back, you exchange it for beans. The loss he meant was that the tofu that day was not sold at a good price, and the number of beans expected to be returned was less. The eldest brother is anxious. What's the loss? It must be some manipulation. The father stopped him and said, "Why are you shouting? You are still young, what do you know?" The eldest brother refused to give up. Finally one day, when the man came back from selling tofu, he poured out part of the beans and tried to hide them in the hay pile of Mahao not far from the tofu shop. He was caught by the waiting elder brother.

Yinlian likes sunshine and spring, likes to walk around and look around, likes to eat delicious food, likes to draw, and likes to write stories. Writing a story is like spending a period of time, or even a lifetime, with the characters in it; reading a story is like the same feeling. As a result, life has a lot more flavor and a lot of colors can be added to life. This may be the charm of the novel. Representative works: "Spring Beauty", "Juliet on the G String", "Phoenix Dance War Hymn" and "Red Sheep". As a twenty-eight-year-old leftover woman, the most annoying thing is to listen to the Queen Mother nagging every night that someone's so-and-so has found a partner, that someone's so-and-so has gotten married and has a child, that someone's so-and-so has emigrated abroad with her husband... Finally, she also says: You see those so-and-so are not as good as you, why can't you find a good man for your mother to bring home?

The crisp rain still seemed to linger in her ears. Even after getting on the train, she still felt like she was in a trance on the road. There were not many people in the carriage, and it was as empty as she felt lost. After finding the seat according to the ticket, he put away his wet windbreaker and started the train. As soon as he swallowed a sip of soda, he quickly got out of the station. The light gradually became clearer, and once the low walls and creepers on both sides retreated, the sky in the distance became unstoppably clear. It was not a good day. The haze when I went out in the morning had turned into torrential rain. Raindrops fell on the car window, like completing a grand death ceremony. A deformed face was reflected in the flowing water. The mouth, nose, and eyes were all melted together, as if they had been melted. They looked at each other inadvertently. This horrifying scene made her tremble completely.

Lu Yangming was born in the Xinbaerhu Left Banner of Hulunbuir League, Inner Mongolia in the 1970s. He currently works for Manzhouli Customs. He began his amateur literary creation in 2001, with his main creative direction being novels on customs and grassland themes. Many essays and novels were published in customs literary journals and literary journals such as "Horse" and "Prairie". He has published more than 700,000 words of literary works such as short and medium story collections "Legends of Border Pass" and "Drifting Reed Blossoms", and the novel "Blood-fertile Border Pass". He has won the Hulunbuir City Literary and Art Creation Government Award (Horse Award) and the General Administration of Customs "Golden Key" Literary Award. He is currently a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, a member of the Hulunbuir Writers Association, the Secretary-General of the Manzhouli Customs Literary Association, and a director of the Literary Creation Branch of the China Customs Culture and Sports Association.

When Shang Yue opened the bedroom door and walked out, Li Lin suddenly felt a sense of sadness. He thought pessimistically, should I go to see him or Paul? Shangyue, how can you say it? Why are you so thick-skinned? It seems that our relationship is on good terms and all the old grudges have been resolved, but is this actually the case? What next? Will we have similar situations in the future? How can a person change so much? He changes his mind when he says he changes his mind, and changes his mind immediately when he says he changes his mind? Is this society today? For the sake of immediate profit, you can't laugh or cry! Alas, people's hearts are really unpredictable, and it has become an indisputable fact in this world that we share the same bed but have different dreams. In such an era of rapid economic development, who can guarantee whose behavior!

Zhang Shuo was showing off the mermaid lines on both sides of his abdominal muscles in front of the mirror. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it read a quarter past six. In five minutes, Wang Rui should be here. She always shows up at the gym door on time, carrying that pink Nike sports bag. Also, she always smiles at herself, showing two pointed little tiger teeth and a cute little dimple. Zhang Shuo has been completely fascinated by Wang Rui. To be honest, most of the reason why Zhang Shuo practiced so hard was because he wanted Wang Rui to look at him more. He thought that Wang Rui, as an aerobics coach, should also like muscular young men. The time was up, but Zhang Shuo didn't see Wang Rui, but saw Luo Wei. Huang Xiaojia, who was sitting at the front desk, immediately put down her phone and said with a smile on her face: "Brother Luo is here and he plays with his phone while at work." Huang Xiaojia said: "No, a former classmate."

An old man living alone in his dying years was unable to go downstairs to buy food because he was too weak to go downstairs to buy food. He had no choice but to reduce his three meals a day to one, and he could only live a dying life. Another old man who was very angry did not "go home often" or even call to greet him because his children were not around. The rotting smell of the dead body spread everywhere and disturbed the neighbors, and his children rushed over after hearing the news... The ancients said: "There are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having children." But what if the "mother" is not filial? They leave their biological parents busy all day long, pay no attention to their elderly parents, and even disdain to "go home often". What benefit do such children do to you?

About the author: Shao Gucheng was born in Changshu, Jiangsu Province in 1980. Since 2004, he has published more than 200,000 words of novels in literary journals such as "Novel Circle", "Yangtze River Literature and Art", "Yellow River Literature", and "Manzhong". Some of his works have been reprinted in "Selected Novels", "Selected Short Novels" and other publications, and have been selected into various annual anthologies. He won the National Excellent Novel Award from 2005 to 2006. I know I'm sick. I took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, left the hospital, and went home. On the way, I decided to give Luo Ziwei a call.