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This book is a novel about a private growth record. The author, Mr. Li Jingyi, is a new domestic director and actor. The novel "In the Name of the Father" is the author's growth record about the ignorance, rebellion, and passionate turmoil of adolescence. The protagonist of the novel is a boy born in the 1980s. He has a rebellious character, but he still has a pure and good nature. He occasionally behaves deviantly, but eventually returns to the right path. Filming of the movie of the same name "In the Name of the Father" is about to begin. It is one of the "Additional Wings Project" created by director Jia Zhangke and Shanghai Film Group.

This manuscript is a novel. The manuscript describes the protagonist's final choice in the conflicts between family, friendship, and human relationships after the reform and opening up, after experiencing various changes in career, life, relationship, marriage, and family. The plot of the novel is full of twists and turns, which is sobering. It also shows the new life and new look after the reform and opening up.

Several old classmates were struggling together in Nancheng. In order to survive, for business, for promotion, and for women, they help each other and fight with each other with love and hatred! A series of ups and downs stories between several old classmates, as well as between them and others, involving shopping malls, love scenes and other interpersonal situations, construct an intricate and heart-wrenching picture of life, allowing people to truly and deeply experience the nature of human nature through complex relationships between classmates.

"In the past eight years, my nanny has helped me with most of the housework, and she has earned enough money to buy a good commercial house in her hometown. I often say to her, if you had gone to school for two more years, if your husband hadn't died so early, if you had given birth to a boy, if your child had not been given to others, if... But for a peasant woman in her 40s, there are so many ifs. Naturally, we saw each other's lives. As typical city dwellers and country folk, we were both very curious, and she even knew more about the parents in our community than I did. I was happy to chat with her and share the hot secrets of the neighbors - well, it turns out that we are all the same." The author uses a humorous first-person writing style to tell the story of the nanny "Sister Zhang"'s life as a nanny in Beijing. From the fear when she first arrived to dealing with all kinds of people, she gradually got used to the middle-class lifestyle, but she could never truly integrate into it. Contents: Author's statement; New arrival; Is Beijing a low-consumption city? ; A key school supports several housing agencies; old nanny and young nanny; illiterate master; one master with many servants; Guo Degang and Li Boqing; who dares to go to the Philippines; Filipino maid Maria was beaten; Teachers' Day; full Mid-Autumn Festival; sleeping companion; free venue at music festival; nanny's homosexuality; developer's parents; family banquet; comparison; Shanghai baby Zhou Libo; moving the capital; BMW girl; I wish you happiness; Career choice of Peking University graduates; Tiger mother = tigress?

Focusing on the real scene of urban women's struggle, best-selling author Can Xiaoxue's new realistic novel is dedicated to you who are ambitious but hesitant. The harder you work, the stronger you become, and your dreams are far away. Xia Han, a small town girl, has lived a regular life since she was a child. After graduation, her father sent her to work in a stable state-owned enterprise. Her college boyfriend He Qi also looked forward to getting married to her, but the fear of seeing the future at a glance made her flee her hometown and come to Beijing to work hard. Xia Han became an intern in a well-known advertising company, and became friends with the love-oriented girl Xu Weiwei and the workaholic Gu Ruoxi. At the same time, she also became acquainted with Li Xiang from a rival company and got closer and closer. The ups and downs of the workplace, the unpredictable love, the all-or-nothing marriage, it seems that every step is a crossroads in life, every stage is full of desires and distracting thoughts, but every direction is also full of possibilities...

Wu Hongcai was holding an oversized white porcelain bowl, squatting awkwardly and weirdly on his grinding mouth. Wu Hongcai put his butt towards the door of the hall and his face to the sun in the sky, a bit like squatting in a latrine. In fact, he was drinking porridge. The sound of Wu Hongcai's porridge was a bit special. One moment it was churping, like the sound of piglets eating in his pigsty; the other moment it was puffing, like a duck farting. In short, it was a bit absent-minded or careless. Only he himself knows that drinking porridge is just a must, and his ears are always listening. The door of Wu Hongcai's house is a firewood door. There are some old reed flowers on the reed wood tied with a simple wooden frame, swaying gently in the breeze at noon. There was a locust stick hanging across the firewood door and a small trumpet hanging, singing "Our Life is Full of Sunshine".

Yuhan Tower is obviously a bungalow without a building, but it is called a building. In fact, it has nothing to do with us, it is not our house, it is someone else's house, it may be called a building, it may be called a room, it may be called anything, it does not matter if it is called a kennel, how can you be more serious? But some people want to be more serious. There are quite a few serious people. It has existed throughout the ages. They wonder if there used to be a building, and then it collapsed, or was burned down, or was ripped off, or something happened. In short, it changed from having a building to not having a building, from a building to a bungalow, but the original name did not change, and it was still called a building. With this firm belief, they researched in history books, dug underground, eavesdropped on legends, and reasoned in their own brains. However, after much testing and pushing, there was nothing conclusive to prove that Yuhan Tower was once a building.

I think therefore I am. That's a smart thing to say. No matter what philosophy the sage tried to explain, he first proved the importance of the head. If we didn't have brains, would we still exist? Although a vegetative person is alive but has no consciousness, can he be considered a human being? Madmen and idiots are running around in the streets. Their limbs are healthy but their brains are useless. It is better to die! It is said that modern medicine uses brain death as the standard to judge whether a patient is alive. This is very scientific, wise and reasonable! The head is the leader of all officials and cannot be replaced. I emphasize the importance of the brain so much because I am a brain. That's right, I'm just a brain! You may be a little confused, so let me describe my situation in detail.

Just after the Spring Festival, summer is rushing over impatiently, and the sun is getting hotter day by day. In front of the tall derrick, in a third-floor office of a new office building, Su Xing had been sitting at the table for a long time. He flipped magazines and newspapers back and forth in his hands, but could not read a single word. However, there was an irritating thing flowing in his body, which made him feel that the room was dim, the time was dim, and he was also dim. In fact, the sun came from the west with high-intensity light, facing him right in front of him, almost completely covering him. He closed the curtains, but they were thin and could not block the sunlight and the heat waves they brought. The air volume of the air conditioner has been set to the maximum, the temperature is set at 16 degrees, and the air flow from the two exhaust fans does not seem to be cool. This afternoon seemed to be filled with emotions, bloated and lingering.

Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. It rained lightly at night, and the rice fields were as green as water. The rice leaves covered with dewdrops are like made of tin foil, reflecting the pure sunshine of the early morning. The dewdrops make the entire field sparkle. After a night of filtration, the air is very sweet, wrapped in the fragrance of rice, and refreshing. The birds showed off their bright singing voices as they flew across the emerald fields and the towering aspen trees in the forest belt. Every morning, Meng Zhuangran would choose a field and forest belt, facing the early morning sunshine, do a set of Tai Chi, do a set of radio gymnastics, slap his head and chest, hit each other with his palms, and the sound of popping popping could be heard in the field. Then the energy sinks into the Dantian, the eyes are slightly closed, a deep breath is taken, the anus is raised, and a few loud farts are released. Although he knew that there were usually very few people around at this time, because there was dew in the morning and there was not much work to be done in the fields.

Associate Professor Shen Jianxing's ability to control classroom teaching has reached the point where he can freely control it. No, at 4:30 in the afternoon, as soon as the last word of the concluding remarks left his lips, the get out of class bell rang. The long and soothing melody, as if it was a background music specially set for his happy ending as a king, brought to the end a wonderful teaching drama in which teachers and students participated with all their strength. Almost at the same time, the mobile phone in his pocket also vibrated violently. When he saw the caller ID, it was his wife Zhou Bingru, and he couldn't help but secretly admire her for knowing the time so well. Zhou Bingru, who works in the school's publicity department, said that he had to entertain the media reporters who came to interview him in the evening. He was asked to pick up his daughter from the kindergarten and provide her with one-stop services before going to bed, including cooking, bathing, telling stories, etc. Shen Jianxing did not dare to resist the order, although he was slightly dissatisfied with her non-negotiable tone on the phone.

After the movie star Ma Jingjing fell to her death from a building, Wenwen received assistance from the mysterious residents of Garden No. 7, Including Ma Dalian, Shi Dayuan and Mark Ji, during the investigation. In fact, some residents of Garden No. 7 Started a fierce battle in front of and behind the scenes for the landmark No. 9 That was about to be auctioned. Why did Ma Jingjing fall to her death? What ulterior and mysterious secrets are hidden behind death? At the critical moment of bidding, what is the reason that causes various competitors to withdraw from the bidding one after another? How will the truth about Ma Jingjing's falling incident be revealed? When will the man behind the scenes surface? Who will win Landmark No. 9 In the end?

Confucius took a deep breath and said, "You must believe me. I really have no confidence in the future now. I am completely defeated by reality." I felt that my blood was about to stagnate, it was sometimes difficult to breathe, and my heart was numb. The city of Shenzhen is hard and not as soft as human hearts. It can be said that this city that I once fell in love with can no longer accommodate me. Now I want to wander. I really want to leave this city and go anywhere. You must believe me. I don't really want to join the underworld. I am not from the same group as them. I still want to be a pure poet.

One day later, Zhijie received a telegram from Team Leader Lao Ma from Shenzhen, saying that the inspection team would return to Northeast China today and hoped that he would return to Dahu Mountain as soon as possible. Zhijie thought twice before making the decision to return to his hometown. In the evening, my aunt found out and reluctantly held his hand, repeatedly asking to keep him in Shanghai, saying that people like him would always be able to find a job in Shanghai, so she told him not to worry. But he was determined to go. Fortunately, my new wife is coming to live with her next month. Zhijie met him twice. He was very kind and in good health. Zhijie felt relieved. He wished his aunt a happy future.

"The Conquest of Granada" is an important work by Washington Irving, the father of American literature. From the word "conquer", it is not difficult for readers to know that this is a historical story about war. This war cannot and should not be forgotten. Like other major wars in the world, it has greatly affected the development process of mankind. Understanding them will inevitably have a beneficial effect on our development today and in the future. This is the positive significance of history. Of course, this significance requires us to summarize and analyze it. The history of the war written by Owen is conveyed to readers through storytelling, which makes the work more vivid and reaches a wider audience - thus making the history of this war familiar to more people. In addition, Owen is a famous novelist and a good storyteller, so "The Conquest of Granada" shows the brilliance and charm of literature.

In recent years, it has become popular among people in cities to keep dogs. This is probably because life has improved and people can afford dogs. It is not difficult to get some beef and ribs. Think about the three years of natural disasters, not a single dog was seen on the streets. If a dog shows up on the street, it will soon be caught and stewed. Hungry, people can't even feed their own stomachs. They can only feed dogs to their stomachs, instead of feeding dogs with a flat stomach. Furthermore, the pace of life is fast and the relationship between people has become indifferent. People suddenly feel that dogs are their best friends. Some people even said something even more extreme: "Dogs are better than people." So between people and dogs, between dogs and people, and between dogs and dogs, a series of touching joys and sorrows were performed. The beautiful garden in the middle of the street has become a gathering place for dog walkers. So it became an exposition of all kinds of people and dogs.

Lu Guomin found that things about Lujiazhuang were unclear. He only stayed at home for more than two years, and people in the village thought that he had completely reverted to a farmer and would never want to go to the city in his life. That's not the case. Comrades from the County Personnel Bureau said that nowadays there are so many undergraduates that it is normal for them to be unable to find a job. However, graduates from prestigious universities still value them and will consider them sooner or later. Comrades from the People's Hospital told him that there were only five talented students from prestigious universities and not many ordinary undergraduates, so the People's Hospital was basically committed and the acceptance notice might be issued some day.

At five o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by a splash of urine. After peeing, I returned to the quilt, but my upper and lower eyelids refused to close together despite any words, as if they were competing with me. At this time, I was suffering from nervous system problems, symptoms of weakness, dysfunction, and disorder. My body has been damaged. When I got out of the car in the morning, the rare dazzling light in winter passed through the windshield, which was very dazzling. A tall, thin woman in a mink coat waved to me from across the street. The car slowly came over, and the woman stretched out her white palms and slender fingers to open the back door of the car, and skillfully got in and sat on the seat. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw this woman's white and shiny facial skin. I know this is not her natural beauty.

Seeing that everyone was here, He Dawei spoke gloomily: "Let's talk about what to do. Mr. Ma from Jinxin Real Estate Development Company just called me and asked me how this matter was settled?" A report by female reporter Wan Yuanyuan brought a lot of trouble to the "Changhe Evening News": she offended a very important figure in Changhe City. "Changhe Evening News", as the official newspaper of the Changhe Municipal Party Committee, plays the role of a publicity mouthpiece in Changhe City. The Municipal Party Committee allocates publicity funds to "Changhe Evening News" every year. It is said to be "publicity funds", but in fact it is the basic salary of the newspaper's more than 50 employees. In other words, this publicity fund can enable the more than 50 employees of the newspaper to receive basic living expenses every month. As for bonuses and benefits, the newspaper has to rely on advertising itself.

When Jia Hao received a call from his son, Fengxian was watching TV on the sofa. Jia Hao quickly lowered his tone and said don't worry, I'll figure it out. Feng Xian moved his eyes from the TV screen to Jia Hao's face: "What's wrong?" "Nothing." Jia Hao put his hand to his trouser pocket and immediately pulled it back. He had quit smoking a long time ago, but at this moment he really wanted to smoke a cigarette, even if he took a puff. Fengxian twisted her fat neck and turned her eyes back to the TV screen - Zhao Benshan's funny performance stimulated her laughter nerve, causing her to laugh like an old hen from time to time. How to tell her? The son wanted to get married, and the woman asked for a commercial house, even a small commercial house.

On Saturday night, Lan Chen asked Qian Hong to watch the movie "Du Lala's Promotion" in Harbor City. Qian Hong smiled and said, "We two non-professional women see how other professional women behave, are we a bit wrong?" Lan Chen said, who said we don't have a career? We are professional housewives! Qian Hong burst into laughter. How righteous! Well said! She decided to take a break from being a housewife this evening and give herself a short vacation. During the 7 o'clock movie, Lan Chen drove his BMW 750 to pick her up on time. The sky has darkened and the lights have gone up. Usually at this time, Qianhong takes Xiaobao for a walk downstairs. Today I shook off my little tail and walked alone.

The weather was very cold and I almost never visited the area. I might have passed by in a car. The city is just too big. Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong have already viewed several houses. It is difficult to find a place at night and the building number cannot be clearly seen. It's sunny today. Even though it's night, the sky is still blue. Xiao Ming said that neon lights should be installed on the roof of each building to write the number of the building. Xiaohong said, if you have a beautiful idea, who will care about it, how much it will cost, and who will pay for it. They planned to visit the last one and then go back to sleep. They were tired from walking. The one just now was a bit strange. The male host came out to open the door wearing only a pair of shorts. The heating in the house was probably too high, but it was always inappropriate to dress like this when he knew someone was coming. There is also a hotel where there is a very strong smell of animals as soon as you enter the door. If you puff it up, it will make you cry. It is obviously inappropriate.

I clearly remember that day, it seemed that sometime in the afternoon, I seemed to be in the office, and I received a phone call. I used the word like. The reason why I use the word "like" is because I have never been able to prove the existence of this call. Even the person who I was sure had made this call had an innocent face when faced with my subsequent affirmation, with cheap sympathy in his eyes. However, I almost ended up in some kind of specialized hospital that made people jealous because of this call. The reason why I use the word "like" is also because, sometime in the afternoon, to be precise, it is the time after work in the afternoon, and receiving or making similar calls during this time is the norm during my long and boring work process.

Gu Sansheng, the shopkeeper of Gu Xiangyuan in Xiangmu Town, usually does not appear in fruit shops. Guxiangyuan is the only dim sum workshop in Xiangmu Town. In addition to the workshop, there are also three shops. There is a shop right at the entrance of Guxiangyuan, called Guxiangyuan No. 1 Shop. There is a shop at the intersection of Guandao in the west of Xiangmu Town. There is a large grocery store there, which is always available on double days. The second shop of Guxiangyuan is close to the intersection. The last shop was not in Xiangmu Town, but opened at the Niaohe Wharf on the Songhua River in the north of Xiangmu Town. This shop is not called Guxiangyuan Third Shop, but Yunxiang Fruit Shop, but the wooden plaque of the shop has the seal of Guxiangyuan in plum blossoms. Gu Sansheng's three shops are run by his three daughters. In fact, it is not accurate to say that. It should be the dowry given by Gu Sansheng to his three daughters.

After lunch, I felt sleepy. Hu San got into bed. I didn't even bother to draw the curtains. Hu San lives on the seventh floor, facing the heaven. The sun shines warmly on the bedding. Under the quilt, I took off my clothes in various places. Sleeping couldn't be more comfortable. At the moment, Hu San is taking over an unusually important piece of material. Starting from 1:00 pm when he goes to bed, he must draft a report material to the head of the central government within 24 hours. Hu San has never accepted such a glorious and confidential mission. The key point is that Hu San is in no mood at the moment. If Hu San had no emotions, he would absolutely refuse to write. The boss would only use but not respect Hu San's emotions, so Hu San had to cherish his own emotions. Hu San was originally depressed because he lost a good business trip opportunity.

When Zhu Mei received the call from her sister Zhu Hui, she vaguely guessed what was going on. Half an hour later, she arrived at her sister's place. Brother-in-law Gao Huaide is also there. Ding Ding is taking a nap. Her sister made her a cup of coffee. In fact, she never drinks coffee because it makes her stomach hurt. But she picked it up politely and took a sip. Although they were at their own home, my sister and brother-in-law looked a little reserved, facing Zhu Mei like students who had done something wrong to their teacher. "Mei," Zhu Mei could never figure out whether her sister called "Mei" or "Mei", "Ding ding -" Zhu Mei looked at her sister's mouth with a smile on her face, but her heart lifted. Just as there are overlapping images of things seen with the eyes, at this moment, the words coming out of my sister's mouth also have overlapping sounds. One word inside another word, it makes me dizzy listening to it. "Ding ding - why don't you give it to us." My sister finally said those words.

Chairman Jin and Miss Yu looked at the plates for a while before dinner. Chairman Jin studied the trend and transaction status of 666, and then checked the main accounts of 666 transactions in the Dragon Tiger List software, and smiled slightly. He asked Miss Yu: "Has the news about 666 been sent out?" Miss Yu said: "At about two o'clock this afternoon, the news was sent out." Chairman Jin said with satisfaction: "Yes, starting from 2:15, it can be seen from the handicap that there has been a change. Judging from the operating techniques, it is no longer Cheng Xingzhang's style." "Cheng Xingzhang went to Sichuan for their honeymoon with the bride." Miss Yu replied. "That's good. Cheng Xingzhang staying away from Shanghai will save us a lot of trouble." Chairman Jin said happily.

Three female classmates made an appointment to take their children to a farm at the foot of Mulan Mountain for two days on Friday. They could pick strawberries, look at rice, fish, and if they weren't too sour, they could also taste green oranges. In this way, Chen Xiaozhu sneaked out of the work at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the kindergarten ended at four o'clock. There was more than enough time, but unexpectedly, a traffic jam was blocked on the bridge and he could not move. After four o'clock, every few minutes, Aunt Qi, who is in charge of daily life in the kindergarten, would make a phone call, as if to remind her. Chen Xiaozhu called home and wanted her mother-in-law to pick up Duoduo. Thinking of Duoduo crying, her chest rose and fell. The phone is open, but there is no answer. She, who was always gentle, banged the steering wheel and went a little crazy. The man in the car next to her tilted his body and smiled crookedly at her. She cursed angrily, causing the man in the car next to her to laugh happily. Perhaps in his opinion, being scolded was considered the fun of being stuck in traffic.

Liandong rode his bicycle to a driving school to learn how to drive a car. Three months later, he had a small motor vehicle driving license (Type C) in his breast pocket and was still riding a bicycle. This short experience was enough to make him look back from time to time in the future, and he would always have an unbelievable, dream-like feeling. Debut performance: Many small venues were drawn on the training ground. Liandong found his group. More than two dozen people, mostly women, gathered on the field waiting for the coach.

Sixteen years ago, I graduated from college and was assigned to work in the Beida Bureau of Statistics. In the spring of the next year, my employer sent me to Beidu University to study financial theory for one semester, so I met Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang is Chinese and was born in Taiwan. He graduated from college in the mid-1960s. After serving in the military for two years, he went to the United States to study, received a doctorate, and worked as a researcher at a national laboratory in Montana. After China opened up, he returned to China for four consecutive years and gave guest lectures at various universities, introducing new methods and results of American scientific and technological research. Mr. Yang is not very tall or strong, but he always wears suits and leather shoes, has an impressive appearance, is radiant and full of confidence. People like this were rare in mainland China in the early 1980s. They seemed special and eye-catching.

Oh how tragic, our life is so vain, it is just the phantom of memory. --Chateaubriand. The city often has typhoons. At this time, the familiar high-rise alleys exude a strange feeling, shrouded in a dense mercury network woven by the pouring wind and rain, making everything indistinguishable. Su Su sat in a room with closed doors and windows, as if Xu Hanwen was imprisoned in Jinshan Temple in front of the flood, and Lin'an was also a foreign land he did not know. The sky gradually fell into darkness. She sat in the deep darkness, thinking about the play in which Bai Suzhen tragically sang "Hate hate hate, hate the Buddha's power, how can you teach me to live such a good night", the sound of the harp played back and forth to suppress the panic of the human voice, this deep panic and determination, it seemed that she was the only one left in the world. She likes to call him Luo Sheng.

My disabled father and I grew up together in low self-esteem, vanity, resentment, and poverty, and we searched for the tenderness behind the sunshine in our hearts amid constant losses. I have asked myself more than once, can I embrace them with open arms and without hesitation, and thank them for being assigned to such a family and such parents, and thank them for bringing me into this world?

This book tells the story of Shen Yang, the son of a wealthy businessman who has been divorced for many years. He meets Wenwen by chance at a party, and the two soon fall in love. When the relationship went from the top of the mountain to the trough and finally disappeared, Shenyang underwent tremendous changes from his heart to his actions. His game life began: hunting for women online, tampering with traffic signs, breaking into his boss's office at night, deliberately disrupting the company's opening ceremony, playing tricks on people related to or even unrelated to him... But this game did not bring him happiness, and in the end he became a loner again.

How big the city is, how small we are. We wander in the vast sea of ​​​​people in the city, ups and downs with the waves. This book uses textual silhouettes of urban women to record the bumpy lives of women struggling in big cities. They are unwilling to be mediocre, love this place, and work hard to live. They have a deep obsession with big cities and strive to find their own light in big cities. They have their own personalities, unique life experiences, and various stories and experiences. The stories of workplace struggles in this book are actually about their independence and sobriety, love and loneliness as they grow up. From a feminist perspective, the author reveals the unique confusions faced by women as they grow up, and shows their reflections and awakenings in their predicaments. The countless individual stories in this book constitute our extremely complex and exciting era.

They are full of thorns, but they also have their own unique charm and style. They will always find someone who knows how to appreciate them. They are sharp-tongued women, but they are also heartthrobs. Who says that only girls who are humble, meek, and submissive are worthy of being loved and loved? There is nothing wrong with being a woman. There is nothing wrong with a person who lives a good life with tenacity and independence and is willing to take care of others. What's wrong is the person you met. He just ignored your weak heart and couldn't understand the tears behind your strength. Those girls with light in their eyes, even in the deepest night, can use their strength and optimism to paint a starry sky for themselves. This book is written by a female inheritor of orthodox Chinese studies. It uses 37 female counterattack stories to show the thoughts and thoughts of 37 proud women. These 37 transformational lives inspire the deep thinking of 300 million young Chinese women. Every sentence is sharp and every word is heart-piercing.

"Sunshine in the Drizzle" expresses a serious political topic: freedom through the story of love and being loved in a small southern town in the 1970s. This is in line with the current moment\

"After eating this, you will not have high 'three highs', your ears and eyes will be sharp, your body will be strong, and you will get rid of sub-health... As the saying goes, 'medicine is three parts poison'. This new product will ensure that you never have to see a doctor or go to a drug store..." That afternoon, I was in a large supermarket in the county town, working very hard to recommend to customers a health product that was especially suitable for middle-aged and elderly people. All I can do is describe health supplements as panaceas without any side effects. No way, who calls me a promoter? Who can't live with money these days, just to increase sales and get more bonuses? Mom, dad, don't have money to kiss me. I talked like a barrage of words for a long time, but I didn't sell a single box of health care products. Alas, customers are becoming more and more rational, and impulse purchases are as rare as a feather.

Two yuan a pound, the top flower has thorns. Raise your index and middle fingers, like the open mouth of a green duck afraid of heat, stay in the air for a few seconds, drop it, touch it, pick up one of them or a handful, show it off, and a green light flashes. Huang Laoke's habitual presentation of dishes can really make people stop and stare at them for a few seconds. That's a cucumber. Picking it up with both hands, there is only a small handful, not necessarily so green and fresh. Huang Laoke crossed his two sore old legs as if to protect his treasure and sat motionless.

"Splendid City" is an urban emotional novel. The work is based on the emotional trends of the two heroines Jin Xiu and Niu Li. People here seem to have a "disease". They are gamers, victims, abusers, betrayers, runaways, and on the other hand, they have become saviors, admirers, redeemers, redeemed, and soul loners.

Thanks to the brilliant ideas of a group of refugees who were crazy about money, Green Trade Real Estate Company made a big profit in the stock market, and Ge Mingli got the opportunity he had dreamed of. He invested the money he legally won in the stock market into the construction of this reserve land. Three years later, the wasteland became history, and a beautiful milky-white residential community and a shopping mall were erected here. The real estate sales are very good. Citizens from the new district and the central city are fascinated by the good environment around the community. As far as the eye can see, there are rivers, woods, and very sweet air. You see, all kinds of birds fly in the sky every morning. There are some native brown birds that like to be solitary, called yellow and white wolves. They like to fly to the water tanks on the roofs of the buildings in the new community, croaking and squawking to look at the human faces exposed in the windows of the cement buildings. Based on experience, they expect that if the animals in these houses make one wrong move, they will become meat under their beaks. For the birds, it's just a matter of waiting. People are ignorant.

The main content of "Urban Girl" includes: How wonderful, this world with flowers in full bloom, the sea, with three-foot waves even without wind, beacon fire playing with the princes, it is praiseworthy, night, it makes people intoxicated and sober, the crown is full of capital, this person is alone and haggard, looking at her from time to time, glancing over and over, etc.

"Sir! Do you really want to hear my story?" A young man and woman were talking in the bar of Haikou Hotel. The man was dressed stiffly and his tie was tight, while the woman was wearing a white dress, looking like a fairy. It looked like they had just met. The man seemed to be new here and was quite interested in the woman. "Of course, this is the important purpose of my coming to Hainan." The man had a smile on his face that seemed to be seeking knowledge.

In a bizarre society, mindless emotions and passions overflow, and people who are missing without news are all looking for their place in life in the cracks. The novel shows the hardship and helplessness of young people in Hong Kong struggling to survive, and is full of Hong Kong life. As he walked quickly through the office, he greeted his staff with a cheerful face. The heat has passed, and the autumn coolness is so nice... But he always felt that the expressions of men and women were a little strange. Could it be that I was dressed a little weird this morning? After closing the door of the manager's office, he took a look in the mirror and found nothing strange. Never mind him! Maybe they won the "Mid-Autumn Golden Lotus" Mark Six lottery prize, so they all became silly.

I remember my mother's words when I went out in the morning: "Come back early at noon and help me set up the table. I can't move it alone." Lin Lin was absent-minded all morning. She only came here to work last year. My mother first complained that it was not formal, that there was little money, and that she had not paid enough attention to her studies in the past. However, at least she was given a table here. The tabletop was very new, but there was a deep cut on the corner. A table is like a person's face. When it has scars, it becomes disfigured. She wanted to change one, but she felt that it was not so good to be picky since she had just arrived. She still cherishes this table. It was the end of the year not long after she arrived, and the person who distributed the desk calendar also gave her a copy. Later, staplers, pen holders, stamp pads, numbering machines, and aquatic plants were added one after another. What should be needed for a desk is gradually being acquired.

"What weird smell? It smells so bad! ... It smells a bit like rotten eggs." After taking a nap, Xiao Liang was the first to open the door and walk into the office of the Infrastructure Design Group. His nose, which had suffered from sinusitis and had a poor sense of smell, suddenly smelled a significant change in the composition of the air in the office. He murmured in his heart, and his flexible black eyes moved like two radar scanners, and he immediately scanned the office. Everything is as before, nothing unusual. Xiao Liang sat down at his desk, spread out the drawings, took out the drawing tools, and started working at his desk. This is the first time he has designed alone since graduating from college, although it is a rather inconspicuous project - a public toilet supporting the Mining Club.

A client who wants to relieve his spiritual burden, a group of "rape case" victims who have long chosen to forget, and a policeman who closed the case who was still puzzled about the truth before his death - a confusing and unresolved case ten years ago has been brought to light under the cold lens of an ambitious young female director. As soon as I arrived at the candy shop on Minzu Avenue, there were still ten minutes left before the appointment time, and the heroine I applied for had not arrived yet. I sat down on the window seat, ordered a portion of poplar nectar, took a big spoonful of it and put it in my mouth, waving the little HD in my hand with interest. What is recorded in real time in small high-definition is the crowds coming and going outside the glass window, and the background is the streets of Nanning City in the early morning after the rain. The road is lined with tall almond trees, and the hot and humid earth air is steaming in the shadows of the trees, which brings the sticky humidity of southern China to the image.

Going to the Public Security Department. He Liangzhu hurriedly stepped down the steps and got into the car of the Cultural Department. He was in a daze and said, "Go to the Public Security Department." The driver was startled. The Culture Department's car often traveled to the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee, TV stations, several major art academies, and grassroots cities. He had never been to the Public Security Department. The driver looked at the rearview mirror. He Liangzhu's face was pale and lost, like a surrender. The driver stuffed the cigarette butt into the dark box, turned off the stereo, and started the car. He Liangzhu sat upright upset and turned his face to look outside. The splendid Convention and Exhibition Center, Electronics Industrial Park, Conservatory of Music, Academy of Fine Arts, and Medical University Affiliated Hospital passed by.

About the author: Bao Bei was born in Xiangshan, Zhejiang in 1972, and now lives in Hangzhou. A member of the Chinese Writers Association and a contracted writer with the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association. He is the author of the novels "Love Is Lonely Lingering" and "Wound"; a collection of short stories and short stories "Tearing the Night"; and a collection of prose essays "The Joy of Reading Jiangnan Girl" and "Encountering Heaven with a Light Thought". He has published hundreds of thousands of short stories and short stories in magazines such as "People's Literature", "Writers", "Mountain Flowers", "Literary Circle", and "West Lake". The short story "Empty Bottle" was selected into the "2010 Chinese Short Story Selection". Chun Xiaokun took the underworld people to Shanghai to ask for money.

Nowadays, many men and women seem to be a little crazy. While they are trying to get rich, they are also looking for love everywhere and looking for new emotional growth points. Wenli works as an editor and reporter in a newspaper. She is an uncrowned queen but cannot be considered fully married. However, it is more glorious than illegal cohabitation. She and her boyfriend held a simple wedding ceremony, but they did not go to get a marriage certificate and pursued fashion with her boyfriend. They had a trial marriage. If the test goes well, go and get the marriage certificate. If you get tired of each other, break up immediately. However, Wenli's boyfriend is very ordinary, he is a middle school teacher. Although the status of teachers is constantly improving, it is still dwarfed by those who have become rich, wealthy and successful in their careers. Wenli has blood type B. The book says that the biggest characteristic of people with type B blood is that they often confuse love and friendship. There is some truth to it. It is difficult for Wen Li to figure out whether there is more love or friendship between men and women.

Los Angeles, the "sunshine capital" of the United States, is as warm as spring in winter. A Greyhound bus drove out of downtown Los Angeles. Zeng Yixiong, who was sitting by the window, looked out the window indifferently. In front of skyscrapers, under overpasses, and in landscape gardens between boulevards, homeless people can be seen everywhere sitting and sunbathing or sleeping. After leaving the city center and getting on the highway, cars of various styles passed by Greyhound like a whirlwind. Except for the palm trees and elm trees on the boulevard, the fields were extremely deserted and quiet. On both sides of the road are large tracts of woods and fields, dotted with bright little western-style buildings. Zeng Yixiong arrived at Los Angeles International Airport an hour ago. His uncle, whom he had never met, came to pick him up. After taking him to eat fast food in Chinatown near the airport, he took him on a Greyhound to the Pas Motel in the black area.