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After lunch, the snow began to fall. It hit the tempered glass ceiling of the Dongmen Hardware Store and made a crackling sound. Yesterday's weather forecast also said that today would be a sunny day, but this weather forecast was as inaccurate as Ya Fei's menstrual period. At this moment, Yafei was standing at the door of Dongmen Hardware Store. She looked a little anxious and took out her phone from time to time to check the time. She kept calling Xiaomei, who said she would be there soon, but half an hour later, there was still no trace. Yafei was a little angry. During this time, Xiaomei is always not on time. More than ten minutes later, the snow began to fall more slowly, and Xiaomei's red QQ car finally appeared from the intersection. Xiaomei drove the car very fast as usual and braked suddenly with a squeaking sound. Xiaomei saw Yafei, rolled down the car window and said hello.

When the man encountered something trivial, he habitually used his hands to hold up the glasses frame for myopia that was stuck on the bridge of his nose and hooked on the base of his ears. As a result, the two bulging eyeballs like goldfish eyes were squinted behind the glasses, and his big mouth suddenly opened in a smile that made no sound. The weather changes faster than in Biancheng in June! My heart said: Ah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, woman, this, this, this, is like an old donkey pulling a wheel, once you put a rope condom on it (her), it will pee a lot. It reminds me of the interesting things he saw when he was sent to mountain villages to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants.

Everyone in Liuwan town calls him "Kuishou", but no one calls him by his first name. He was walking on the main road lined with elm trees in Liuwan Town with his left hand bent and bowed. Adults and children would shout to him at the top of their lungs: Where can I go with my crutch? Without raising his head, he just muttered: Ni's house in Beihaitou. When he moved the corners of his mouth because of talking, a bunch of tiny wrinkles appeared on Guanshou's fair face. The slightly swollen eyelids under his forehead were slightly raised, and a faint light radiated from his triangular eyes. The people who asked laughed and said: Huang Xiaojun looks very impressive. I don't know how many babies he can bear today. Huang Xiaojun is not the name of the crutcher. The people in Liuwan Town call him Huang Xiaojun. He is the pig man who accompanies the crutcher all day long and relies on him to make a living.

In my hometown, all children are crops. On a summer night, dew is like rain in the river bed beside the Bashui River, and there is a sound of jointing of crops in the river bed. The bird of prey nestled in grandma's arms and watched the stars. Grandma pointed to the stars and said: "My dear, there is a star in the sky and a person on the ground. There are three levels of people living in this world. People on the first level live underground. If you dig a well, you can hear them in the middle of the night before the rooster crows. As long as you calm down and calm down, you can hear them. Talking. People on the first floor live on the clouds, which is heaven. Only when the gate of heaven is opened can we see their wealth and splendor. We live in the middle. The people on the ground and the people in the sky are made of our souls. "The north wind is strong, and the red flag is flying. From the sky-high speakers, quotations and songs resounded through the sky.

Background The famous World War II broke out on the European continent. Subsequently, Japan simultaneously ignited war in Asia. In order to crush the ambition of Japan, Germany and Italy to encircle Eurasia and dominate the world, the United States sent a large amount of aid supplies to China through Myanmar, disembarked from Yangon, and then transported them to Yunnan via the Burma Highway. For a time, Yangon was surprisingly prosperous in the early days of World War II. At that time, Myanmar had become a British colony. In order to please Japan and protect the rear of its Far East colonies, the British government signed an agreement on July 18, 1940, to block the Burma Highway for three months to block the shipment of anti-Japanese aid materials to China. However, Japan did not accept the British sentiment. In September of the same year, it invaded Vietnam and signed a friendship treaty with Thailand. Immediately afterwards, the Japanese army entered Burma.

Before I started telling this story, the melancholy cinder path had not yet disappeared. Bamboo groves on both sides of the path block out the sun, and the sunlight is lost on the road, like coins burning hot in sweaty hands. Passing through the bamboo forest, a large field of wheat that had just woken up from winter suddenly spread out in front of us, rolling with dark green waves. My brother and I walked out of the house and reluctantly embarked on this always damp and gloomy path. When we walked to the school on the other side of the wheat field, we often raised our hands to our chests and spread them out to catch the sunlight falling from the high sky. We walked faster and faster, and the light spots flew from our hands to our bodies. Gradually, we started running, and the light spots flew faster and faster, dancing on our bodies. We are always delighted by this scene. My brother straddled his legs, held it in vain with his left hand across his chest, and held a thin bamboo branch in his right hand. With a red face, he urged the imaginary horse under his crotch to run in front of me.

Because I was going to Xingcao Lake Cadre School with my mother the next day, I almost didn't sleep well all night. Mom prepared everything she wanted to bring, including the red plastic cigarette holder and the Marxist-Leninist anthology that she wanted to bring to Dad. These things were placed in a wicker box, a bundle made of white quilts, and a large canvas bag. In addition, there was a large backpack made of two quilts. They were piled bloatedly in the corner of the main room, like a big mound. Mom said in the morning that today is the Beginning of Spring. This day is also my birthday, Liu Rukang. I am eleven years old. That night, I kept waking up when I fell asleep. Even when I fell asleep, I was still in a daze, dreaming of some weird dreams. I heard someone shouting, "Xiao Sizi, get up, get up." I opened my eyes and it was my mother. I didn't want to get up, so my mother coaxed me and said, "Little fourth son, don't you want to go to the cadre school?"

My cousin is getting worse and worse! My grandmother said when she was still alive: People should remember who they are at all times. But my cousin forgot who he was! Uncle Sui also said: Everyone must have a religion in their heart. The "religion" he is talking about is what we usually call traditional concepts and moral principles. He said that once anyone loses this, he can do anything, and then he is useless... He was referring to his cousin. My cousin really fell into the ditch this time. The person who brought the message said that he was afraid that he would not survive this time... It was definitely not the first time that my cousin fell into the ditch: the first time he was innocent, the second time was excusable, but the third time he deserved it! Speaking of my cousin falling into a ditch, I thought of many things and people.

Tashi stopped Wang Zuo's car on a winter night. Wang Zuo is a truck driver who has been working on the Sichuan-Tibet Line for nearly 20 years. At that time, Wang Zuo had just set out from Lhasa for a day. When Wang Zuo set off, it had been snowing heavily on the plateau for a whole week. All roads were covered with snow, some even several feet thick. Many drivers are afraid to take the Sichuan-Tibet line, and the entire line seems very deserted. Along the way, Wang Zuo saw almost no other vehicles passing except his own car. The reason why Wang Zuo is like this is because there is a batch of goods that must be sent to Chengdu immediately. He had to drive on the road with another driver, Chen Feng. When approaching a small town at night, Wang Zuo suddenly saw a white pole standing in the middle of the road ahead.

It was more than ten years ago. Because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, I went back to my hometown to see my mother. My mother doesn't talk much, and after my father passed away, my mother talks even less. Apart from business-related responses, there are no topics for communication between mother and son. I asked a question and she answered. She would not speak unless I asked. But I had something to say with my uncle. It seemed to be a snowy day, and it seemed to get dark earlier than usual. The old north wind that had been roaring crazily for a few days also stopped, and it didn't feel too cold. I had dinner early, and walked to my uncle's house with a teacup in hand. The rust-colored, double-leaf anti-theft door is very exaggerated, taking up almost half of the wall. It also seems to be a bit reclusive, and it is very inconsistent with the surrounding environment.

Early spring in Renchen. This severe cold will be remembered by millions of people. It invaded spring, swept across such a large continent, displaced many people until they died, and forced many governments and fields to have new reflections. Because of the media, people see everything at the same time. However, God is showing his power. Now that human science and technology are so advanced, do you still want to say something more? I tried to stand in the cold wind and look at the sky. Will the white sun be a story told by God, in the snow dust? In the past, snow dust was seen in mountain passes more than 2,000 meters above the vegetation line. Without trees, few houses could not be built high, and the grass was even less powerful. Snow dust is much more powerful than snow. Who says heaven and earth are unkind?

The beauty of mathematics lies in fairness, right is right, wrong is wrong, as long as the calculation is accurate, the result is single, not vague, not ambiguous, clear, unlike language, which is very deceptive and very pretentious. When I was in primary school, in Chinese classes, no matter how exciting the teacher said the text was, it was still hard to stop me from feeling sleepy. As soon as I got to math class, I was more energetic than anyone else. When I taught about addition, I had already previewed multiplication. When it was my turn to do multiplication, I had already completed the self-study of division. I was the first child in the class to memorize the multiplication table by heart. The teacher was very happy and praised me in front of everyone. Boys are not as smart as Yu Xiaoxiao, and they are not as good as men. I didn't understand the second half of the math teacher's sentence at that time. The reason why I remembered this boring compliment was because, nearly twenty years later, I suddenly heard it again.

We often hear reports about telecom fraud, but we don't know exactly how it works and what kind of psychological changes both the scammer and the victim have experienced. Is it a joy to peep into the secrets of the world for you, or is it a thrill of horror? Thieves also have their own ways, and walking in the world without losing their conscience is the final bottom line. After my third drink, I still didn't remember who Li Boyang was. The man who claimed to be Li Boyang ran back and forth around the round table with a cup, clinking glasses when he saw people. A circle of light from the chandelier floated above his head. The air conditioner was turned on too hot, and the smoke in the room was heavy. His face seemed to be cooked, and even the flesh was swollen. His woolen sweater had long been taken off and hung on the back of the chair, but someone didn't know who pushed it to the ground. The shirt was already two buttons open, but he still didn't want to pull off the tie. The polka dot pattern on the tie looked familiar, probably a brand that Angela could recognize.

Li He, whose real name is Hao Wanmin. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Liaoning University in 1988, majoring in journalism. He first worked as a reporter and editor in economic magazines and TV stations, and then joined the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association and worked as a literary editor for more than ten years. He is also a member of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association and currently works in academic affairs at the Liaoning Literary College affiliated to the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. He has published more than ten novels, essays, and reportages in publications such as "Fujian Literature", "Northern Literature", "Tianjin Literature", "Literary Youth", and "Yalu River", and published two novels. When Xiao Chen's eyes were red, his face was tight and he was breathing heavily, using all his strength to push his father and his fourth uncle off the stage, a small whirlwind was blowing in the corner of the stage. The whirlwind was very light, very delicate, very poetic, and at the same time a little sinister and a little mean, causing a few blades of grass and a few wisps of dust to dance.

I had a few free days during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I read Mr. Lu Maotian's essay collection "Yellow River Crossing on a Moonlit Night" which will be released by Writers Publishing House. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a blessing to enjoy the "moon", and to have a preview of it, which adds a lot of fullness and emotion to this poetic traditional festival, and of course also produces a lot of reflections and epiphanies. Taking advantage of the good time and beautiful scenery, I couldn't help but pick up the pen. To be honest, after watching the "Moon" episode and thinking about it, I even felt a little "shocked". Even though I have known the author for a long time, I still can't believe that such a colorful and childlike capture of emotions could come from the hands of a pair of political figures who used to hold power! After 40 years in politics and 30 years as an official, the author has just retired from his "official position" as a supervisor. What kind of figure was he back then? At least it's far away from the current life of "one's luck is in the wrong place", right? Drinking and singing, how is life? Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.

I didn't save Xiaomei's phone number in my mobile phone. When she called, I asked, who are you? Xiaomei was very unhappy and asked Wei Guo whether you were "beating up" (Jinan dialect: pretending)? I am Xiaomei. I quickly apologized. I've been so busy lately that I didn't hear your voice. Xiaomei said that the official camp demolition procedures had begun. I asked, when? Xiaomei said, you will find out when you come tomorrow, and after saying that, she held the phone. Xiaomei hurriedly picked up the phone not because I didn't recognize her voice and offended her, but because she wanted to save phone bills. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have made this call. Xiaomei and I are classmates. We were in the same class from elementary school to middle school, and we were still at the same desk in elementary school. More importantly, we are neighbors. Before our family moved away, it had been adjacent to Xiaomei's family in Guanzhaying for decades.

I saw Master Zhao bending his back and jumping out of the trench like a real warrior. But as soon as he came out of the jungle, he was hugged by Da Zhuang who was lying in wait and hit him on the head with fists like raindrops. I became anxious, and the bow in my hand was swinging around and I couldn't aim it accurately. I was about to rush out when Master Zhao suddenly stood up, jumped up suddenly, and waved his arms... After an unknown amount of time, the scene became still. I heard Da Zhuang howl violently, "Mother... Mother! How dare you kill the king!" And then there was no sound. Later, I asked Master Zhao: "Why did you do the murder?" Master Zhao said calmly: "I didn't want to do that either. I just wanted to test the speed of that bamboo sword, but I didn't expect that a human neck is much softer than a straw bag." As he said that, he started crying. After crying, our absurd era of seven sons was over. When I got home, I burned down the bamboo forest.

Because it was cloudy, it felt a bit like a certain dusk. I know I don't need to go out to eat or buy anything tonight. Then go back and make up a story. My family's belongings have been robbed once. If I don't work hard, I'm afraid I will become a beggar and beg on the streets in the future. The door to the house was still ajar. I pushed it away with a gentle push. After entering the door and putting down the things in my hands, I suddenly remembered the ID card on the table and wanted to study it carefully to see if I could find any flaws in it, such as a flaw revealed in a dream. Because dreams are very easy to reveal flaws. However, the ID card is no longer on the table. Where the ID card was originally placed, a small flower now appeared. I haven't done any research on the flower, so I don't know its specific name. But it was obviously someone who had just picked it from outside. Because it not only exudes a fresh fragrance, but is also stained with some crystal water drops.

Xu Dongliang regretted it when he got into the water. The depth of the water was more than 1.5 Meters as Song Xiaoci said. The water depth in Nuan Pond is uneven, so Song Xiaoci deliberately rowed the boat to the deepest place. Song Xiaoci and Song Changen were rowing on the pond to catch ducks. Song Changen had told Song Xiaoci where the water was the deepest. Xu Dongliang was a landlubber. He couldn't reach the bottom of the pond when he went into the water. He flopped around in the water and above the water. His great fear made him scream for help at the top of his lungs. There was no one at the pond, and the only people who could save him were the three people on the boat. The boat began to row forward slowly. Xu Dongliang fluttered in the direction of the boat, but did not get any closer to the boat. Xu Dongliang called Song Xiaoci for help. Song Xiaoci stood up from the center of the boat, took the pennies from his crooked neck, and handed it to Xu Dongliang. Xu Dongliang grabbed the pennies like grabbing a life-saving straw.

In October 1978, I was transferred back to the Datong City Public Security Bureau from the Xinzhouyao Police Station in the mining area and worked as a field worker in the Second Industrial and Mining Section. I have to report to the city bureau the next day. Last night, my mother said that tomorrow is a big day, and you and my fourth son will come over to eat dumplings at noon. He also said, call your fifth uncle and cousin here. My wife Zhou Muya's nickname is Si Daughter, and my mother always calls her Si Zi. I said that your temporary worker won't have a long break at noon, so he should be busy with it and wait for Sunday. My mother said that everything is alive and not dead. She will go to work tomorrow, but she will take leave after a short while. I told Team Leader Liu that my son was going to work at the Public Security Bureau, and the whole family was celebrating by eating dumplings. How could she deny it? Whether she arrives or not, I will run away too.

Tomorrow is the day when Ma Meili meets a man named Zhang Guanghui. In the past few years, Ma Meili, who is young and beautiful and wants to find a city man, has had blind dates with many young men. Even she herself couldn't remember how many men she had had casual contact with. However, she didn't even remember any of them. No wonder, I just took a few quick glances and was too embarrassed to take a closer look. How could I have an impression? My cousin, who has been acting as a matchmaker, said to Ma Meili that I am really at my wits end. If this doesn't succeed, just give up and just find a rural person to marry.

When the "three new mountains" of housing, education, and medical care in big cities are pressing down on young people, can rural areas, which have been regarded as the rear area in the past, give young people a way out? "Ding Lingling... Ding Lingling..." The annoying alarm clock rang, waking me up from my deep sleep. My body, curled up like a shrimp, changed its position and spread out on the bed in a "big" shape. The lingering drowsiness is still there, like a water snake entwining itself, making people feel drowsy and unable to retreat. People just need sleep, like a child who needs milk, always thinking about that one bite.

Thinking about chatting with the girl named Yinzi, my heart actually warmed up. I chose a meeting place and called her. I told her the address carefully, just so that she could understand the route she wanted to take and the name of the small restaurant. Yinzi comes from a very remote village, and the look on her face when she first described her hometown to me is still fresh in my memory. A simple duck egg face also has a simple smile. She said that my family was surrounded by mountains, groups of mountains. Have you seen that the mountains are like the straw hats worn by villagers, with circles inside them? I was amused by her metaphor at the time. How could I have mastered this rhetorical method as a college student?

Last night, the pseudo-village chief Qin Sanye lay in bed unable to fall asleep. My heart felt like a big stone was being pressed against me, and my nostrils felt like cotton balls were stuffed into them. Mr. Qin sat up upset and sighed, but he still felt stuffy and short of breath. The Japanese had finally paid all the food supplies, but the Xizhuang Fort Security Team sent another order for 3,000 jins of grain. Among these 3,000 jins of grain, there was also 1,000 jins of white flour. Seeing that Mr. Qin tore the list into pieces, he cursed in his heart, you idiots want to eat white flour too? I don't even want to ask you, Mr. Qin's family is almost out of food. Damn Li Heidan, you are picking on the weak.

Pan Dafu felt a little wrong. Before getting on the car specially sent by the county to pick up Pan Dafu, the leader who came to pick him up kept looking kindly to Pan Dafu and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back. Nothing is difficult in this world. We only need to be serious. The Communist Party is the most serious. As long as we deal with it seriously, there will be no problem that cannot be solved." Pan Dafu believed in these words of his leader all his life. He had believed it for almost seventy years. "What's your surname, leader?" Pan Dafu asked. "My surname is Gui, the name of Guihua." Pan Dafu called him Leader Gui. But after getting in the car, Pan Dafu tried to get close to Leader Gui again, but Leader Gui's expression changed a little, like clouds in summer, taking on a sinister flavor in the blink of an eye. "Pan Dafu, are you a party member? You must be responsible for petitioning beyond the level. Do you know that this is an illegal act?" Leader Gui asked.

Liu Linglong is reused! During this fine-tuning of the township team, he was transferred from the party committee secretary of a poor township to Xingjing Town, an important economic town in Xinglong County, as the party committee secretary. The position of secretary of the Xingjing Town Party Committee is held concurrently by members of the Xinglong County Party Committee Standing Committee most of the time, but Liu Linglong does not hold the position. The organization director told him that it was because he had too little qualifications and had not been trained by deputy county-level cadres. But as long as you hold this position, it is equivalent to stepping into the threshold of the county party committee or county government, and you will have to be promoted sooner or later. On the way to see him take office, Wang, member of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee and Minister of the Organization Department, enthusiastically introduced the basic economic situation of Xingjing Town.

In the Xin Year, a thunderstorm sounded from the plains, shaking the old and young men of the Eight Banners in the provincial capital of Tang Province so hard that they couldn't find their way around! What made them even more stunned was that the perpetrators were not the desperate hungry people filling the streets outside the city. The one who rose up was actually Liu Mengxing, the leader of the patrol battalion who was deeply favored by the country. The elite patrol battalion, which the imperial court had spent huge sums of money to equip with German guns, suddenly turned its guns and used the autumn wind to sweep away the fallen leaves, completely surrounding the Eight Banners garrison Tatar City, which occupied a quarter of the ancient city. Wen Huchen, the commander of the Eight Banners, was the highest military officer in the ancient city. This handsome young man who had just turned 30 graduated from Zhenwu Academy, the Royal Military Academy of Japan. Together with the rebel Liu Mengxing, he was a top student in Zhenwu Academy who impressed the Japanese teachers.

Is there really no warning for the coming of misfortune? No need for a reason? Don't you care about time? When autumn comes, my mood is like a deflated balloon that has been blown up again. I am waiting for the joy that I have repeated many times. The big yellow dog curled up at the foot of the wall suddenly stood up, bared its teeth and ran past me, barking at the downhill road in the bay, thinking that another stranger had entered the village. Usually, there are always strangers who come to the village carrying large and small bags and shout weirdly with electric speakers, selling kitchen knives that are perfect for chopping iron, leather dolls that can call daddy and mommy, and small electric combat tanks that can be turned over and forward. The big yellow dog can't understand these weird things, so it doesn't like them. The person here today is not a stranger.

Lao Tzu: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all things as stupid dogs..." It was already after the Spring Festival, and the heavy snow was still thickly covering this northeastern border town. It was freezing cold and the road was slippery. In this kind of weather, I should have stayed at home, sipping tea, watching TV, chatting about some interesting anecdotes, or holding a scroll in my hand and looking forward to the past and present... But I have to go out. This day is the anniversary of Billy's death six months after he passed away. I miss him and want to see him. In the place that connects us emotionally, in the backyard of my friend's house, under the cover of a few trees, there are four small grave mounds, where my family's Mary, Billy and my friend's two dogs rest quietly.

Genfu on the south bank of Baiye River is a famous city, known as the Vienna of the East. The megacity's riverside park is a lively spot that rivals Shanghai's Bund. Standing on the bank of the park and looking upstream, there is a Jiangxin Island in the distance. I don't know whether it's due to poor soil and water conservation that increases the sediment content in the river, or whether excessive sand dredging operations change the direction of the water flow. Anyway, people say that the island is good at it. Older people say that twenty years ago it looked like a spindle, thick at both ends and thin in the middle. Now the "spindle" has grown up, and another "hammer" has grown next to the waist. A lake with a narrow entrance and a wide middle is formed between the two "hammers". The water in the lake flows slowly, is surrounded by white sand, and is surrounded by willow bushes over three meters high. Because it is far away from the city and there are no homes nearby, passers-by cannot tell that there is a lake on the island. Such a God-given place for wild bathing has been neglected for a long time.

There are wise men among the people, especially in the 1980s when material wealth and social civilization were extremely low. Those grassroots wise men are the heroes among people, the elites of the world, and the pillars of society. Get to know people and learn things; review the past and learn the new. Their stories should be our nutrition. When the top leader learned that he was called "top leader", there was a branch secretary in front of him. As the captain, he is the "second in command." But this "first in command" is easy to understand, as his other hand has long been blown away. But this hand is truly extraordinary. The first time I met him, my impression was not good. That morning was particularly busy, but he sat in the office and refused to leave. At that time, I was in the process of handing over the formalities with the old clerk of the commune. The office was full of things, but he insisted on not leaving the chair in front of his desk. Judging from his words and deeds, he was disrespectful to the old clerk. When he entered the door, he asked: Why should I pay? The old clerk ignored me and I couldn't talk to him.

With a bang, the sky lit up in Zhangmu'ao. The sunlight poured down from the eagle's mouth on the east mountain, shrouding the entire Zhangmu Col in a shining light. The sunshine, which danced like gold coins, first climbed up to the camphor forest at the east end of the Aozi, shaking the leaves of the palm-sized leaves, and then gently rippled towards the middle of the Aozi, crawling over rows of green vegetable beds, and turning over crooked roads. The sloping bamboo fence walked softly towards each house, knocking on the window panes. Gradually, people in the house heard the slight sound of sunlight. They got out of bed one by one, opened the door with a creak, and walked into the light. As soon as this happened, Zhangmu'ao woke up after a good night's sleep.

Pan Guojun was pulled to the provincial capital by a Mercedes-Benz and stopped in front of a luxurious villa. Chairman Guan's secretary Fei Wenxiao politely asked Pan Guojun to get out of the car and go upstairs. Pan Guojun is a farmer. He worked as a bricklayer at Hengli Real Estate Group Company two years ago, then as a foreman, and then as the head contractor of Panjiatun migrant workers. Pan Guojun was called Pan Dabaihua in the village. He was very eloquent and knowledgeable. When asked about some important things in the village, there was nothing he didn't know. At that stage, the village chief asked him, Lao Pan, do you think Saddam can be defeated by Bush? Pan Guojun said that if he wasted bullets, he would probably have to be strangled with a rope. Sure enough, he was right. The village accountant asked Pan Guojun, who do you think would be more powerful if Bush and Putin fought together?

Laojiao squatted at the mouth of the pit and drank from cup after cup. Drinking in Laojiao usually doesn't matter the venue or the vegetables. You can get two taels by breaking half a cucumber, and you can make a meal by picking two potatoes and dipping them in miso. Laojiao is not picky when it comes to drinking, but he is willing to drink to suit his mood. What are emotions? When things go well, you should drink to your heart's content, and when things go wrong, you should get drunk thoroughly. After all, Lao Jiao is an alcoholic who cannot live without wine for three meals. However, the reason why Laojiao is called Laojiao is because he likes to drink a local high-grain wine called Fengcheng Laojiao. It is strong and has a pure taste. After drinking a glass, his throat will immediately feel like it is on fire and it will be very hot. Laojiao likes to keep that flame in his stomach all day long. "Squeak--" Laojiao raised his neck and poured another cup of hot stuff into his stomach. He felt like an invisible and intangible evil fire was rising up in his stomach and intestines.

"You can't even say that even if you kill me." I heard my brother's voice again, and I remembered that distant evening when my brother brought back a gun. The gun was packed in a thick canvas bag. My brother shook the bag open, but he only shook out a corner of the bag. I hurriedly wrapped it up again, and he asked with a panicked look on his face: "What are you doing... Is everyone asleep?" I didn't know what I was doing. In the evening, I lay on the kang and drew a picture, copying the head portrait of an international great man, but it didn't look right.

I have become accustomed to it. Any work assigned by superiors is just like the arrival of rain. We accept it in addition to accepting it. The reason is simple, rain will not fall from the sky, you must either wear a raincoat or get out of the way. It doesn't matter if you dodge, there are so many laid-off workers, if you don't do it, someone will. People who walk on two legs are so easy to find. It's just that the rain came suddenly, which was beyond our expectation. It is said that community committees also want to attract investment, and they have specific investment indicators. It was really a heavy rain, so fast and fierce that we were caught off guard. Not only me, but all community leaders have been soaked by this heavy rain. Community cadres spend all day in the small world of the community, taking care of their own one-third of an acre of land. When have they ever worried about such big things? It is so important and difficult to attract investment. Can our community cadres do such a big thing?

There is an emotion that gently stirs me, like feathers fluttering, and like music wrapping around me. This emotion started from that day more than ten years ago. Slowly, it turned from strange to familiar, from slight to strong. Even when I went from busy and troubled to a bit of tranquility every day, it would quietly appear from anywhere around me. When I stare at something, it rises up like a puff of light smoke, floats out like a gossamer, and then disappears silently. But I couldn't help but be involved in this kind of affection. Sometimes I felt inexplicably disappointed, inexplicably silent, inexplicably sad, and even inexplicably fell into a long-term loneliness. This is a complex emotion. I think so now. I was ten years old at the time. Think about it, it was the summer of 1974.

At the entrance of a shopping mall, one of my bicycles was stolen again. This is the second car stolen in just two months since I came to this city. I clutched the car key that had lost its meaning and wandered around the entrance of the mall over and over again, hoping that my bicycle would return to me like a lost child. When I saw something similar in appearance, I walked closer to take a closer look. My behavior attracted the attention of the old lady who was looking after the car at the entrance of the shopping mall. This scarecrow-like car watcher must have taken me as an imaginary car thief in her mind. I saw this from her suspicious eyes. I quickly announced to the old lady that I was looking for my car. The old lady said, I have seen you go around in circles several times, and your car must not be found. She said this was the fifth vehicle stolen this afternoon.

Chongliang from Strawberry Village has been working in the Southern Construction Team for several years but has not found a partner. Parents are worried about this, saying that when their children are older, it's time to find a partner. When Congliang comes back, ask him to find a partner at home, and then go out to get married. This is a big deal. Congliang only has his parents at home, and his sister, who is eight years older than him, has long been married. In the summer of this year, Congliang returned to his hometown to harvest wheat. After harvesting the wheat, his parents asked someone to introduce him to a girl from a neighboring village. She was not bad in appearance and the elders of both parties were willing. Congliang also met with the girl, but he didn't agree. He thought that usually only the old, weak, sick and disabled villagers and children were left in the village. All the young and middle-aged laborers had gone to the city to work. How could there be any good girls in the village? To realize their parents' wishes and find a good partner, they have to go to the city to work. He has a square face, tall nose and big eyes, and is 1.78 Meters tall. Finding a partner will not be a problem.

The first time they met was at the bay, beside a minibus. At that time, Ouyang Lin got out of the car door, and Ji Dongsheng stood under the car to greet her. Ouyang Lin was wearing high heels. Due to the uneven ground, her heels were not firmly planted when she got off the car. Her body suddenly swayed and her center of gravity was unbalanced. Ji Dongsheng rushed to the side to help. Ouyang Lin grabbed his arm and finally stood firm without falling. No one around them noticed this detail, only they knew it in their hearts. When Ouyang Lin withdrew her hand, she asked: "Are you okay?" Ji Dongsheng replied: "I'm injured. Good luck." They only took it as a joke, but it was not entirely a joke. It was summer and the weather was hot. Ji Dongsheng was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. His left arm was scratched by Ouyang Lin, which made him feel hot for a moment.

In June 1922, after forcibly reorganizing the Beiyang Fleet, for the sake of the Northern Expedition, Sun Yat-sen had no choice but to accommodate Chen Jiongming, who was seeking to dominate Guangdong and Guangxi, and promised Chen Jiongming that as long as he did not obstruct the Northern Expedition, he would hand over Guangdong and Guangxi to him regardless of the victory or defeat of the Northern Expedition. On May 6, Mr. Sun personally went to Shaoguan to supervise the division and issued the general offensive order. Xu Chongzhi is on the right wing and Huang Dawei is on the left wing, with a total of 70,000 troops. The troops are divided into three groups to attack Jiangxi, advancing north and south through Guangxi. They captured Ganzhou in one fell swoop and rushed to Ji'an with overwhelming force, heading straight to Nanchang. It's a pity that Mr. Sun's great talent and strategy were interfered with by Chen Jiongming. Chen Ce did not go north with Sun Yat-sen this time, but stayed in Guangzhou. Its mission is to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the opportunity to invade Guangzhou. Because even though the Guangxi Clan has been eliminated and the Beiyang Fleet has been reorganized, there are still many enemies who are keeping an eye on them.

Wang Ke, formerly known as Wang Jinkang, was born in 1972 and is from Jiangsu. After serving in the army for 18 years, he started writing novels in 2000. He has published more than 50 short, medium and long stories in October, People's Literature, Chinese Writers, Shanhua, Writers, Youth Literature and other magazines. The novels have been selected for many times by "Xinhua Digest", "Selected Novels", "Beijing Literature·Novelette Monthly" and other publications, and many novels have been included in multiple annual novel anthologies and rankings. He was selected as a "21st Century Literary Star" in 2005, and won the Outstanding Novel Award from 2003 to 2006 by "Selected Novels" and the 2007 Emerging Figure Award by "October". Published a collection of novels "Keywords for Keeping the Reef". Graduated from the 7th Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Member of Chinese Writers Association. He is now a professional writer in the Chengdu Military Region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. There are constant sensational news coming from the construction site. They said that the afternoon before the typhoon came, an absurdly large dark cloud crept up behind the sun, suddenly opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the sun.

Coming out of the office building, I pulled on a pair of shoes. When I walked into this building for the first time, I put on my shoes. I was really tired of waiting, so I ran to find them. My mother went through the formalities for early retirement and has been back home for more than two months. When I asked about my job, I asked us to wait. That day Hongmao told me that the mayor had arrived at the Labor Bureau and was having a meeting. I said to Hongmao and Baldhead: Go get a chicken and I will take it to the venue. The two guys laughed when they heard it and said yes together. As long as it's mischief, they're happy. At that time, in my eyes, the Labor Bureau was just a muttering old man plus a building. There are twelve months in a year, and the building has twelve floors. Layer by floor, the floor upstairs is the paradise downstairs. Some rooms are actually empty. Give me one and our family can live in a spacious enough room.

The torrential rain keeps falling, the ground doesn't look up, and the sky doesn't open its eyes. Gao Feng wore a long gown, held an umbrella, and wore long rain boots as he returned home from his shift in the theater studio. Gao Feng was holding an umbrella in the corridor when someone unexpectedly slapped him on the back. Gao Feng looked back and saw it was the Strict Discipline Inspection Commission. The Discipline Inspection Committee said excitedly, man, do you know? It's up again! Gao Feng knew what was going up. Gao Feng asked, how high has it increased? The Discipline Inspection Commission said, 26.73. Gao Feng asked, is it still rising? The Discipline Inspection Commission said, of course, otherwise, would it still be called a once-in-a-century event? Gao Feng said, what should we do? The Discipline Inspection Commission waved his hand and said, "What should I do?" Come on! The Strict Discipline Inspection Commission is a director of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is about the same age as Gao Feng. He is in his forties and is still a director. So everyone in the compound calls him the Strict Discipline Inspection Committee. Connecting his title with the entire Discipline Inspection Commission shows respect for him.

Zhang Fugui was woken up by himself. When he opened his eyes, he felt like his throat was being pulled by a rope, and he coughed a few more times before he could hold it in. Liu Zhi, who was sleeping next to him, pulled up the quilt and wrapped his head, kicked his feet and said: Fuck, get up and get out quickly. Zhang Fugui said apologetically: Just go out, just go out. As long as you are not choking or coughing three times in a row, you have to hide in a place where no one is around. Everyone is very conscious. The basement was converted into a garage. It was more than ten square meters and accommodated twelve people. The beds were on three levels, like a hard-sleeper carriage on a train. Each level sleeps four people. It is like a stack of bricks that can only stand on its side. One floor next to the other is too low. I can't straighten my back or raise my head when sitting. I can only crawl in and out when I get in and out of bed. Zhang Fugui gritted his teeth to hold back the cough that was about to come out. He grabbed his clothes and crawled out of the middle bunk. He quickly put on his clothes and came up from the basement with his waist bent, then coughed desperately.

The acquaintance between Tang De and Liu Chunjiang started when Tang De called the Labor and Resources Department. Xiao Zhao answered the call. The person who answers the phone must be Xiao Zhao, not because Xiao Zhao's job is to answer the phone, but because Xiao Zhao has the right to speak on the phone. Every time a call comes, Xiao Zhao is the first one to answer the call. The advantage of this is that everyone outside knows that there is Xiao Zhao in the Labor and Resources Department, and everyone in the bureau knows that Xiao Zhao works all day long, is hard-working, and is very dedicated. A phone call from the bureau leader would be even better, as Xiao Zhao would have another chance to get in touch with the bureau leader. If Xiao Zhao doesn't answer the phone, it's unless he's busy with something more important and more visible, or he's not in front of the phone. But when it comes to petitioning calls, it needs to be treated differently. Generally speaking, you should avoid it if you can, and don't answer it if you can. You can't just ask an eggplant to carry it if you don't have eggs, and take on this kind of work.

Zhao Sanping never dreamed that just four months after entering the city, something happened to his wife Yuehua at home. This July is really strange. It has not rained for half a month. The bright sun is like a big fireball, and people seem to be in a steamer. Residents in the city rushed to stores like crazy to buy air conditioners and fans. But it has to be stiff on a construction site. The construction workers all wore red hard plastic safety helmets and worked on the work surface with their bare, tanned arms, tying steel bars and pouring concrete. This building is designed to have 28 floors. Since construction started, one floor has grown every seven days. Now I'm on the 18th floor. Zhao Sanping was standing on the 18th floor working surface, tying steel bars. His right eyelid kept twitching these days and he was extra careful while working. There is a thin layer of smoke in the sky above the building, which becomes hazier as it goes farther away, and further away are the light blue mountains.

Li Dachuan, who is of medium build and has no belly, wears a dark brown casual suit on the upper body, a pair of black velvet pants on the lower body, and holds a high-quality yellow cowhide briefcase under his arm. Facing the morning breeze of early autumn in the north, he stands elegantly at the gate of the community, waiting for the car to pick him up for an academic lecture. The community behind Li Dachuan is an old six-story brick-and-concrete community. The windows and balconies of every household are equipped with iron bars. All kinds of unrecognizable junk peek out from the rusty railings. Men and women entering and exiting the community pushed various carts selling breakfast, smiled and greeted everyone they met, turning a community of more than 200 households into a large alley in the early years.

Compared with ten years ago, Ma Youfu's life has hardly changed. He lives in a bungalow in the factory's family area, and everything is as it was when his wife left him. The factory has been closed for three or four years. And his hair is getting thinner, especially in the middle of his head, where a circle of short, sparse hair surrounds a palm-sized open space, exposing his ocher-red scalp. He bought a baseball cap and put it on. This makes him appear younger than his actual age. However, it is incongruous in the end, because after all, he is a quiet and dull person. After his wife left, he and Ma Li lived together. But Ma Li disappeared more than a month ago. After all, she is more than ten years old, and she is also an old woman. Five years ago, he discovered that Ma Li was drinking secretly. Every day before dinner, he would pour himself a small glass of white wine, and when he turned around, the glass would be empty.

They didn't recognize me, which I didn't expect. I am naturally very happy. But it's also a bit frustrating. I had not thought beforehand that once they recognized me, the scene would definitely turn into a comedy. They all gathered towards me, bursting into laughter as they tore off the rotten straw hat on my head, the foam box on my shoulders, the wrinkled blue cloth blouse, the black cloth trousers with mud stains on the lower half, and even the old and damaged Jiefang shoes on my feet. It must be like this. They were all mixed up, some were pulling their heads, some were pulling their legs, and the scene was noisy and chaotic. Maybe the female classmate would hold up a wet tissue to wipe away the wrinkles on my forehead and the black mud on my face. Then she would take out a comb and comb the hair that was messed up by the straw hat on my head, and deliberately create a funny big parting.