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A boy who has just graduated from college and is about to do an internship, in order to find the murderer who killed his father while driving; a girl who has just graduated from college, in order to find the boy's father, follows him in disguise, hoping to follow the clues to find his father; the two embark on a bizarre and thrilling search journey...

The raccoon dog was kicked by me, with his flat face on the ground, his butt stuck out high, and a whining sound coming from his mouth. The cake with the red roses on top was pressed under him and turned into a blurry ball. We laughed, and Su Hui grabbed a handful of dirt and sprinkled it on the raccoon dog, making the raccoon dog's face even more unclear. Su Hui is a quiet and peaceful child, unlike me, who is "extremely naughty" (my mother's evaluation). Su Hui's behavior towards Li was beyond her code of conduct. Tanuki is a bastard, his mother is Japanese, and he lives in Yokohama with his sister. We don't pay attention to how far Yokohama is from Beijing. What we pay attention to is Tanuki's strange appearance and silly temperament, as well as the frequently changing delicacies in his hands.

On November 25, 1934, on this day, the old Dayong City gained a sense of pride. Early in the morning, the world seemed to have been injected with a shot of stimulant. The streets were filled with young people tied with red cloth strips. They wore long and short "guys" on their shoulders and waists. Their faces were full of joy. The cold morning was injected with inexplicable warmth and sweetness. Afterwards, sporadic firecrackers slowly merged into one, and traditional lanterns, dragon lanterns and lion lanterns were danced. People from the city, from the suburbs, and from the countryside like Yin Chengfu's family all came. They all stood up and lined up in groups. I was so happy. The adults all looked like children, and the children all looked like adults...

Eighty miles northwest from the twin castles is "Tian Dexing", also known as Xingshan Fort. Because the first large-scale cooking pot "Tian Dexing" outside the city was built here, people named it after it. Crossing a ridge to the north is Xingjiatun, now called Shuangqing Village. On Qiantang'er Street in Xingjiatun, there is a deep house courtyard with walls made of yellow clay boards. Early in the morning, a man in the courtyard was pacing anxiously with his hands behind his back. This man looked to be about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, five feet forty-five tall, with a square head on his broad shoulders, like a lump of soybean paste; a pair of triangular eyes embedded in his pockmarked face, flashing a cunning and fierce look; a German-made noodle box hung behind his buttocks. This person is Xingshanbao, a famous bully in the northwest of Shuangcheng County. During the Puppet Manchukuo period, he owned more than 400 acres of land and roamed the countryside, preying on the common people, bullying men and dominating women, and was known as "Western Batian".

It was a long time after my father left that my mother told me about her, Wanxi, that leaf-like girl. Mother said you met her at your father's funeral. At my father's funeral? I said, not taking it seriously. But I soon discovered something strange about my mother. My mother was sitting on the same sofa as me. She turned sideways subconsciously because she was talking; because she was nervous or something else, she was sitting very weakly, half of her butt was hanging on the sofa, and the other half was hanging. Her chest was swollen until it reached her throat, and her neck was stretched up, as if her whole body was hanging in mid-air.

The wife of a famous writer from a well-known family, after experiencing social changes from liberation, the Cultural Revolution, reform and opening up to today, she was forced to build an invisible wall in her heart. Behind the politeness, what causes indifference and alienation between relatives? There is a legend in my mother's hometown in the South: The souls of people who have experienced life-or-death illness are as likely to fly away as frightened birds. You must be careful, and you must pay even more attention, because when they return to the human world, there may be something else living in their bodies. My aunt Zhou Xuan underwent colon cancer resection at the age of 88. On the third day after being released from the intensive care unit, I came to the hospital. The half-closed curtains blocked the sunlight, and she lay there, her pale face shadowed in the darkness. I put a large bunch of lilies on the bedside and said hello to her. She was silent. The unusual silence made me wonder if she was sleeping.

Between the two mountains lie several rows of railway tracks and a row of bungalows, and a wall extends from both ends of the bungalows to separate the inside and outside of the station. This is the Wangchuan County Railway Station. After getting off the train, although I couldn't see the scenery outside the station, I could hear the sounds outside the station clearly. In addition to the sound of gongs and drums, there was also the sound of broadcast horns, shouting: Welcome, welcome, warm welcome... Yuan Fang was happy when he heard it, and said to me: "We must be welcome." We came back to participate in the 500th anniversary of our alma mater, Bazhang Middle School. Sure enough, as soon as I left the station, I saw a big red banner with golden characters on it: Returning wanderers, your alma mater welcomes you. The welcoming crowd stood under and on both sides of the banner, beating gongs and drums to a loud roar, and raising their hands high in the air.

Sophia, wearing a red tartan skirt, was shaking slightly in the minus 5 degree air. Her car's tail number is 1 and it is suspended today. During tight working hours, taking a taxi every time is like buying a lottery ticket and trying your luck. No, she had been waiting for half an hour, she was almost freezing, and she was about to be late, but there was no hope at all in the crowded traffic. She stretched out her straight arm towards the taxi that was still unknown. A gray Audi A6 stopped in front of her. The car window rolled down. "Miss, where are you going?" Comrade Zhao Mo appeared on stage.

Just a few days after the fall semester started, Jiang Shuichang, associate professor of the Chinese Department, received a call from the school's Human Resources Office. Keep him in a circle for a few seconds. A strange female voice reminded him that his birthday was September 10th. Then he congratulated him on his honorable retirement with some clichés and asked him to go through the formalities as soon as possible. Teacher Jiang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, time is like water, time flies so fast! I went to the Human Resources Office on time on September 10th, not wanting to give the impression that I was delaying. What surprised him was that he saw his "original file" in the Human Resources Department. The vanishing years of youth suddenly hit his heart like a tide. Those pages have become yellowed and brittle after more than forty years. As if meeting his first love, he gently rubbed the page, his eyes filled with excitement.

When the grocery store has no business, they play mobile games. When he got tired of playing, he curled up his arms and lay on the glass panel, feeling confused. My face is often covered with folds from sleep, one on the left and one on the right, like a healed wound. At noon that day, Xiao Cai was dozing off and was awakened by the sound of banging. He raised his face and saw a long, dark face looking back at him - it was Lao Fan. Coming? Xiao Cai said. Lao Fan held a few crumpled banknotes in his hands and looked at the shelves behind Xiao Cai. Lao Fan ordered a bottle of Bian Er, a bag of Hongtashan, and a bag of spiced peanuts. Xiao Cai collects the money and gives change. Instead of leaving, Lao Fan unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip. Xiao Cai was glad that he didn't leave so that he could have someone to talk to to relieve his boredom. Lao Fan lives in the back street and is his elementary school classmate. He has been collecting old cultural relics and other things over the years. Did you come back by yourself, or did you bring someone with you? Xiao Cai asked.

When He Liang walked into the squadron canteen, his head was still heavy and dizzy. He sat at the table and slowly stuffed his breakfast into his mouth, completely ignoring the guessing and surprised looks of other students at the round table. Yes, He Liang only walked into the school at midnight last night. When he came, these classmates were sleeping. When he came in the morning, there was a new classmate in the third class of the third squadron with a cold face. "Why is this classmate so young?" "Is this a male soldier or a female soldier?" "Female soldier, how can male soldiers look like this?" He Liangquan ignored the comments made by the classmates next to him as breakfast condiments. He just wanted to finish his breakfast quickly and go back to catch up on his sleep. He Liang really didn't understand why his family allowed him to serve as a soldier and sent him so far away - to a small city in Henan, Central Plains, near Hubei.

Luoluo and I once had a conversation at the isolation point. It's just that it's been so long that I've almost forgotten it, making it seem like it's not true! It was like a movie I watched at midnight. That year, five of us-me, Lao Wang, Ouyang, George, and Luo Luo-took the same bus to a certain place (previously, although we were from the same county, we didn't know each other). Because a certain person was listed as a suspected SARS patient, all the passengers on the bus were sent to an isolation point. It is still unclear who was listed as a suspected SARS patient, because in the end no one was found to have the disease, not Lao Wang, not Ouyang, not George, Luoluo, and I, nor anyone else in the car. The bus came from another place, which is a disease-prone area. We all got on the bus halfway, and we were very wronged. Everyone else in the car was also wronged, but there was nothing we could do. It was a special situation at that time, and no one could do anything about it.

Sitting in the office, I slumped in the swivel chair and put my feet on the table. It looked inelegant, but it was very comfortable. It is said that this posture is also beneficial to the blood supply to the brain. Of course, this is when I am the only one in the office, and I have to keep the door ajar. When someone comes and knocks on the door or pushes the door open, I can quickly put down my stinky feet. This is not to embarrass myself, but also to respect others. Deputy Director Ha of the Cultural Center in the office next to mine also has this "hobby", but he is not as "civilized" as me. Maybe he feels that he is an official after all and has no scruples. Sometimes when someone comes, he won't put down his stinky feet. One time I couldn't bear it anymore, so I said: Director Ha, you must have high blood pressure. He said yes, but he always couldn't get off.

Wang Na returned to the mountain city from Iron Bridge gloomily, planning to return to the northwest. She came to the mountain city to participate in the editorial board meeting of China Pharmaceutical Magazine. She has been on the editorial board of this magazine for many years, but this is the first time she has participated in such a meeting. I didn't have time before, but now that I'm retired, I have plenty of time. In fact, she had just passed her "Knowing of Destiny", but due to the downsizing of the army, one of the two vice-presidents had to retire. The other vice-president was two years younger than her, so she had to retire. After the meeting, the colleagues dispersed, but she stayed. She wanted to tour the city where she spent her high school years. She hopes to reminisce about old times with her classmates from the "educated youth era". But she didn't know any information about any of her classmates. She only knew that most of them had returned to the mountain city to work.

When the eldest Liu entered the school, he was the oldest in our grade. It was 77 years after the end of the "Cultural Revolution" and the country had just resumed the college entrance examination. In order to alleviate the urgent need for the lack of talents and the thirst for talents in the whole society, this time there was no age limit for the "old three" who had gone through ups and downs. The policy was lenient, showing touching favor and affection. The result of the implementation of this policy was that the first two college students, "The old one is eighty-three, the young one is helping me." We were in a large classroom at that time. During class, I found someone pointing and poking at a classmate sitting in the front row and talking quietly, with a bit of curiosity and surprise in his expression. The classmate had short hair, stocky, and a white washed blue khaki tunic suit that was stretched tight by his short and short body. He looked more shabby than simple. He was Liu.

Since 1990, Shanghai has gradually opened the valve for the flow of talents, giving the green light to some high-level, specialized and urgently needed talents to enter Shanghai, and has also adopted a relatively flexible policy for migrant workers. In 1990, Shanghai Municipal Party Committee Secretary and Mayor Zhu Ji proposed that Shanghai should prevent inbreeding and localization of talents, and recruit and arrange as many university graduates with foreign citizenship as possible to work in Shanghai. In the autumn of that year, the first batch of more than 2,600 non-Shanghai college students entered relevant units in Shanghai to work. In 1994, migrant workers from other places became legal workers in Shanghai, and Shanghai issued more than 20,000 "work permits". In the same year, Pudong New Area began to implement the "blue stamp household registration" system, and a group of non-local workers in Shanghai became "new Shanghainese". The "blue stamp household registration" system is equivalent to the internationally accepted "skilled immigration" and "investment immigration".

When Wu Jianguo, the party secretary of Yuwei Township, rushed to the conference room of the County Party Committee Organization Department, he saw He Dazhu, the party secretary of Fengshui Township, Liu Jixiang, deputy director of the Propaganda Department, Zhang Tiansheng, deputy director of the Tourism Bureau, and others were there. Wu Jianguo nodded to everyone present and sat down next to He Dazhu. He Dazhu asked in a low voice: Why are you here so late? Wu Jianguo said: I went to beg for alms during this period, and I just came back tonight. I didn't even go back to the countryside and went straight here. Zhang Tiansheng came over, sat down next to Wu Jianguo and asked: Secretary Wu, how is the money going? Wu Jianguo said: Another 8.5 Million came. Came here in the past two days.

Li Hui's stone stirred up a thousand waves. He later expressed his worry that his well-intentioned efforts would only trigger a media carnival. The emotional fireworks would turn the sky red and green, and in a blink of an eye it would turn into confetti and dust. After the cleaning truck passed by, the world would remain the same. This is actually an overthinking. People's emotions are a primitive and real social driving force and the fundamental prerequisite for social change. This time, the public opinion gathered from countless unpretentious words on the Internet expresses resentment against the increasingly corrupt scholarly atmosphere and warns the increasingly shameless cultural elite, which is of great significance. Moreover, it has once again witnessed the great ups and downs that the Chinese people have used to express themselves, participate in society, and transform China through the new world of the Internet in recent years. Of course, Li Hui hopes that the public's attention should not be limited to specific people and events, but should be upgraded to in-depth thinking about reality and history. I strongly agree with this.

Medically speaking, appendicitis is caused by obstruction. Based on this, I feel that the eastern section of Central Street is a section of the appendix that is always inflamed in this city, because it is always a tangled mess. I just emerged from this appendix and took a long breath. The mayor called and angrily asked me where I was. I looked at my watch and said I would be arriving at Lao Zhang's house soon. The town works from nine to five, and it's only 8:40. We can arrive at Zhang Gen's house in ten minutes, so it can't be considered late. The mayor said U-turn, U-turn, and quickly went to the Provincial Letters and Calls Bureau, Zhang Liang was already there. I said what is he doing there? After the words came out, I realized that this was nonsense that made the leader extremely unhappy.

Like her name, Li Ping was ordinary and ordinary in that era. Li Ping graduated from high school in a blink of an eye. She took over her father's class and entered the Changchun Cigarette Factory. The time was the mid-1970s. The 1970s was still the peak period for educated youths to go to the countryside. Li Ping had two brothers and one sister. The eldest brother took over his mother's job a few years ago and worked in a non-staple food processing factory in the street. The second brother and sister had no work to do, so they had to go to the mountains and go to the countryside. Li Ping is the youngest child in the family. She is slender and prettier than the other children. Her beauty only emerged after she entered high school. She is very white and thin, which makes her look a little sick. Her parents loved Li Ping from the bottom of their hearts and believed that Li Ping was not destined to go to the countryside and could only stay in the city. So as soon as Li Ping graduated from high school, her father, who was in his early fifties, reluctantly retired from the cigarette factory and let Li Ping take over his job.

Li Min, pen name Li Ming, is a screenwriter at the Drama Studio of the Liaoning Provincial Department of Culture. Writers signed by the fifth, sixth and seventh sessions of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. Member of the Chinese Writers Association, China Film and Literature Society, China Association for the Promotion of Democracy, director of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association, and director of the Liaoning Provincial Filmmakers Association. Graduated from the first "Emerging" Writers Class of Liaoning Academy of Literature, the 8th Advanced Workshop of Lu Xun Academy of Literature, and the Advanced Workshop of Film Screenwriters in Qujiang, Xi'an. Participated in the 6th National Youth Entrepreneurship Association and the 10th National Congress of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy. His novels and prose works have been reprinted by many newspapers and periodicals such as "Selected Novels", "Selected Novels", "Works and Controversies", "Writers' Digest", etc., And have been included in various annual anthologies, and many of them have been bought out for film and television adaptation rights. His short stories have won the Liaoning Provincial Literature Award and the "Yalu River" Annual Novel Award for many times. It's not bright yet, and Li Chaoyang can't lie down anymore. Afraid of waking up his wife Wang Shufen, he gently lifted the quilt and stood up. This night, my wife always had to get up several times to get medicine and water. The old-fashioned thermos was broken and didn't keep warm. The hot water I poured before going to bed the night before was no longer warm in the middle of the night. My wife didn't want to make do with it, so she always went to the stove to boil water and bring it to her. It was very dark outside, and the wind was like a piglet that had been hungry for days and nights, pulling at the branches of the jujube tree in the yard and moaning. Seeing his wife working from dawn to dusk to serve him, Li Chaoyang couldn't bear it.

Li Ming, whose real name is Li Min, is a screenwriter at the Drama Studio of the Liaoning Provincial Department of Culture. Writers signed by the fifth, sixth and seventh sessions of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. Member of the Chinese Writers Association, China Film and Literature Society, China Association for the Promotion of Democracy, director of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association, and director of the Liaoning Provincial Filmmakers Association. Graduated from the first "Emerging" Writers Class of Liaoning Academy of Literature, the 8th Advanced Workshop of Lu Xun Academy of Literature, and the Advanced Workshop of Film Screenwriters in Qujiang, Xi'an. It snowed at dusk. Snowflakes were like cotton wool, falling down in large tracts, and the sky became a crystal clear world. Ushers Zhang Yang and Wu Di wore bright red cheongsam and stood gracefully in the snow. The lobby manager has been trained to stand like this no matter what kind of weather we encounter.

Zhao Yi, born in 1970. He has worked as a pharmacist for ten years. But he always had other things on his mind. He officially gave up medicine in 1998 and is currently doing organizational work in a state-owned enterprise. Member of Heilongjiang Provincial Writers Association. Xing Jiayi downloaded a "Notice on Issuing the First Batch of Investment Plans for Bajiazi Airport" from the LAN. There are more than 90 investment plans in the first batch. 2.3 Million friction coefficient test vehicles, 164,000 S3100B sweepers, 400,000 aircraft apron pavement grouting projects, 638,000 runway pavement glue removal, 150,000 north approach lighting updates, 86,000 EOD suits, 55,000 bridge carpet updates, 2.7 Million airliners, 460,000 new luggage trolleys, 1.77 Million security X-ray inspection machines, No. 12 Waiting There are 160,000 passenger seats in the airport area, luggage packers, airport shuttle GPS monitoring system, boiler house roof waterproofing, terminal parking lot expansion, comprehensive renovation of drainage ditches on both sides of the approach road, replacement of the main heating entrance valves for each building number of the airport, purchase of sewage suction trucks, on-site streetlight addition project, roof waterproofing of Buildings 1 to 6 of residential buildings in the family area, freight warehouse expansion, coal procurement...

It's not even time to get off work yet, because of the continuous autumn rain, it feels like it's almost dusk. Xu Zhihong, the deputy editor-in-chief on duty at Xichuan Daily, was busy at his desk when suddenly a strong smell of perfume hit him. Looking up, he saw Liao Wei passing directly by his window and hurriedly walking towards the office of editor-in-chief He Wendong. Liao Wei is also the deputy editor-in-chief. She doesn't like dressing up, and she's not good at dressing up. She often said, what else should a woman in her forties have to do with her hair? But Xu Zhihong suddenly discovered that this was not necessarily the case. She still pays attention sometimes, like today. Elegant black suit, also sprinkled with perfume. I remembered that Mr. He had just returned from an inspection trip to Western Europe. Yesterday, supplement editor Wu Xingxing said in his office that the boss only gave us a CD lipstick when he went abroad this time. What do you think he gave Mr. Liao? It's a big bottle of poison. At that time, Xu Zhihong was stunned.

At this time, Mo Wenbin was at a loss. Now, he was sitting at his desk in the company, but the numbers in front of him danced in clusters, and finally blurred into one piece. Although he was indeed sitting on a chair, he felt as if he was suspended in a vast space. Even the electronic clock on the wall, if you look carefully, it is exactly eleven twenty-five, but occasionally it seems that the long hand and the short hand are confused, making it five minutes to five. Although it may be because he was unable to sleep all night due to the sudden incident last night, so his head is confused now, but after all, even he is a little ashamed of being so lost. Mo Wenbin originally believed that he was a courageous and knowledgeable person, but now it seems that this is a bit too conceited. He didn't want to tell anyone and wanted to keep it a secret.

In the 1970s, people in Beiping had to go to Shuangjiangling Coal Mine forty miles away to pick up coal. The coal is fragmented coal, and the mines process it as defective coal, which costs one yuan per basket. You can install it vaguely, or you can step on the coal tightly. Anyway, the price is the same - it depends on how much you can choose. When I was fifteen years old, I felt that I had enough energy, so I shouted to help my family pick coal. Dad squatted on the corner of the field, slowly turned his head, glanced at me, said nothing, and turned back again. This sight made my blood boil, and I screamed even more resolutely. My mother said, Shitouzi, can you do it? I almost jumped up and bent my arms, trying to get those poor muscles to form. Not wanting to dampen my enthusiasm, my mother told my father that Shitou was already this big and had been eating for two years, so she asked him to give it a try.

At the beginning of last spring, according to various meetings of various sizes that Li Wei had attended, Weidu City had the idea and plan to build eight major parks, which the media called "Eight Golden Flowers." Now more than a year has passed, and seven parks have been established in the northern and southern suburbs of the city and in the development zone. Only the Medical Park is still unclaimed. This is naturally a hot spot. Wherever you put it, you can get a large amount of land acquisition funds, absorb some of the labor force employment, and there will be a stable tax revenue every year in the future. Li Wei is the secretary of Yuling Township. Yuling is adjacent to the development zone and is a suburban township. Of course, he dreams of seizing this project, but Yao Daguang, who is responsible for the preparations, refuses to say anything. This makes him anxious and restless. He has to go to the city every few days and support that person like the God of Wealth.

In Wangjiazhuang, Wang Wucheng suffers the most. When Wang Wucheng was six years old, his father Wang Jiayao was gored to death by a cow in the production team. Wang Jiayao was thirty-two years old at the time. He was strong and strong. His hands were very big and powerful. There were hard calluses on the fingertips that could not be pierced by nails. Everyone believed that even the strongest cow in the production team could be knocked down with one punch. Wang Jiayao also believes that his power is invincible. He would often pick up the baby arrogantly like a chicken and throw it on the back of an ox, letting the oxen of the production team carry his precious son happily for free. Although Wang Wucheng was as light as a feather at that time, the cow was not willing to carry something casually on its back, so it became unhappy and shook its head and played with its horns. At this time, Wang Jiayao showed his fist and punched the cow firmly with a bang.

When Ge Hong called, Yue Zhang was having a meeting at his office. At the end of the year, every unit has to make a summary, and the bureau will hold a meeting next week. Director Chang Tian, ​​with seven or eight of his guns, gathered together to summarize the information. Director Lao Tian is a woman with a feminine personality. She is meticulous in her work and cares very much about striving for advancement. She is so serious at the end of every year. Naturally, the director was serious and the deputy director did not dare to be careless. Moreover, in recent years, the first draft of the summary materials had always been written by Yue Zhang. Therefore, although the phone was vibrating, Yue Zhang did not read it and was still writing furiously about Lao Tian's speech. To be fair, Lao Tian is very fond of Yue Zhang. Over the years, he has introduced no less than ten people to her, and he is unyielding. Although none of them succeeded, Yue Zhang is still very grateful to her. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar mobile number. Music didn't answer the first call. After a few minutes, the phone vibrated again.

A pair of shiny women's leather shoes were placed on the trash can in the corridor. From a distance, they looked like a ragged beggar wearing a crown, adding a glimmer of light to the dark corridor. When the old man from the concierge went to clean the toilet in the men's room, the pair of shoes were left there. He thought that a woman who went to the toilet had left them on the trash can in a hurry, so he ignored them. But after he cleaned the toilet and came out of the men's room, the shoes were still there. He went down to the lobby on the first floor to look for a mop. When he came back with the mop, the shoes were still there without moving. Old man Geng was going to clean the women's bathroom, but now he looked at those shoes and could only shake his head and curse, "What a lazy man!" So he went to mop the floor of the men's bathroom and waited for the owner of those shoes to come out.

One hundred miles north of Bogotá, the capital of Colombia, among the green mountains and red flowers and green leaves, there is a luxurious mansion. Colombia is the territory of people of Spanish descent and South American mixed race. Most of the buildings are in the Hispanic style, but this mansion is an authentic Japanese-style building. The upper ground area of ​​the mansion is 120,000 square meters, and the tomb covers an area of ​​more than 800 square meters. The trees, flowers and plants in the courtyard are full of vitality in all seasons. Mountain cherry blossoms in spring, rhododendrons in summer, red maples in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter all surround the mountain terrace in the center of the courtyard. The relative height of the hilltop is twelve meters, and it is like a knife-cut axe on all sides, making the mansion on the hilltop look like a medieval castle in Europe. At this time, the owner of the mansion, Yamano Seiji, was standing in front of the large French window on the second floor of the main house and looking out.

The 25-year-old Zhuzhu woke up from her dream and realized that her past days had been in vain! In the past few years, building new houses in the countryside has been like mushrooms after the rain. However, the dull north is not as lively as the south. No one is thinking about building a building, only tossing over the style of the house. Suddenly, at the east entrance of Liumaying, a beautiful and dazzling small building appeared like a rainbow after the rain. Of course, this refers to people's psychological feelings. In terms of specific time, building a real small building is not as fast as "an old hen turns into a duck in the blink of an eye". The fact is: one morning, people were woken up by the beeping of cars. All the sand, stone and wood had been transported, and a group of people were setting up scaffolding. The buzzing of chainsaws and the clanging of tile knives kept the village awake all night. People stared at it. Ten days later, a cluster of colorful lanterns hanging in mid-air suddenly appeared at the east entrance of the village. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, fireworks are set off that are as bright and eye-catching as the fireworks.

The sky suddenly cleared up in the afternoon, which turned Song Xianggui's life around. The many days of rain seemed to have tired out, and finally stopped, and the sun came out, illuminating the countryside in late spring. Song Xianggui put his hands in his trouser pockets and his textbooks in his armpits as he hurriedly walked along the path at the end of the village. The cold air flowed into the nasal cavity with the wind, refreshing the whole body. Because of this refreshing feeling, he temporarily changed his route and took a detour to the west end of the village, stopping by his cousin's house. Soon after arriving at the door of his cousin's house, Song Xianggui pushed open the door and barged in. A reed chicken that was looking for food was kicked away by him, causing more chickens and ducks to flee in all directions. Clouds of smoke and dust wrapped in chicken feathers and duck down floated into the air, and it took a while for the dust to settle. Before Song Xianggui could blame himself for being reckless, he was stunned.

He got into this business by accident. That day he picked up something valuable at a four-star hotel. "Shun" is a better word, not as straightforward as "steal" which makes people feel guilty. It's as if anyone would do it, so I don't even have to blame myself. You have to have a good attitude in whatever you do, and everything you do will be beautiful. The characteristic of this country is that it is big and there are so many meetings. At first, he was just a fool eating and drinking, but later he developed into selling random things. This is a good business, no one is aware of it, and most of the people at the meeting don't know each other. What do you mean by yelling that something is missing? Could it be that the attendees stole it?

Wang Shou is from Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province. He is currently working in an agency and writes novels and does business in his spare time. He began publishing novels in 1981. In recent years, his works have been published in Harvest, People's Literature, Contemporary, October, Writer, Zhongshan, and Flower City. There are collections of short and medium stories such as "Gunpowder Gun", "The Sphinx" and "Koina Alone", and novels "A History of the Soul", "Growing in Confusion", "No One Wants to Move Around", etc. He has won the Biennial Award of "Selected Novellas", the first "Chinese Literature Award" of "Selected Chinese Literature" published by People's Literature Publishing House, the Short Story Award of "People's Literature", and the "Maotai Cup" People's Literature Nonfiction Award. The novels "Weakness", "SMS in the Year of the Animal", "Song of Your Own Car" and "Personal Person" were included in the "ranking list" of the Chinese Novel Society in 2006, 2007, 2009 and 2012 respectively. "Contemporary Writers Review" published the "Wang Shou Review Album" twice in 2008 and 2011. In 1994, my wife's factory was restructured. Restructuring is a new word, and it is also a vague term. In fact, people don't understand it very well. Restructure? What kind of system should be changed? Change it to what system? It was originally state-run, but now it has been changed to what kind of camp? Is it a collective camp? Or a self-employed camp? In fact, it is not a camp at all. After the restructuring, this factory will no longer exist, so I say goodbye to everyone.

Mr. Wen could not live without his hat, but when the Japanese came, he finally left his precious hat. Mr. Wen's grandson Wen Jue inherited his interest and concern for hats in a rebellious way. In the turbulent history of China in the 20th century, hats have always been with us, and how many Chinese people's destinies have been affected by hats? The Japanese occupied Wu Guocheng as easily as the Germans occupied Paris. Except for sporadic gunfire outside the city, the people of Wuguo closed their doors and turned off their lights, as quiet as a flock of well-fed birds. The intimidating Japanese soldiers walked on the Jinshan stones in the streets, walked under the wooden buildings, and walked right under their noses. Everyone who could leave left. As early as 1936, when Japanese overseas Chinese evacuated Wu Guo City in batches, the Wen family of Wu Guo City began to go out to avoid trouble.

The Rosie Project: How Hard Is It to Meet the Right Person - Bill Gates's favorite novel, a monthly bestseller on Amazon in the United States, and a winner of the Victoria Governor's Literary Award. May everyone find imperfect people who enter your world.

Anyone who wants to die comes to me. I am a reporter, female, my name is Xiao Chang in the newspaper, and I run a spiritual clinic, basically dealing with mental illness. Once you become famous, you will become very annoying. The more annoying you are, the more people will look for you. They came by phone, by text message, by email, directly, from the 110 number of the Public Security Bureau, from community director Wang Huilian, and from people who clearly wanted to commit suicide. My mission is to open up those who have knots in their hearts, and to persuade those who want to die to live. If you can do well, do it, and if you can't do it, push it away. This is my job, and I also want to live. I have been a reporter for 20 years. I am very good at writing and have made countless headlines. From floods in the Yangtze River to patriotic speeches by primary school students, reports of all sizes are at your fingertips. I have seen countless suicides, unjust killings, violent killings, and murders, and even if I were shot a hundred times, there would be no hole in them. Every week, I give the finale to this newspaper to let readers know how awesome I am.

The novel revolves around a seemingly ordinary traffic accident, involving an unusual case and a series of characters: a brave deputy mayor, a monk, and a confusing murder case that is interlocking, full of suspense, and fascinating. An Xiner hugged Pei Yuan tightly and buried herself deeply in his arms. She greedily smelled the faint smell of sweat on his body and said silently, Amei, I will always remember your smell, always. Late at night, she was awakened by the howling wind outside the window. She pulled up the corner of the quilt and covered Pei Yuan. The pillow was empty. Pei Yuan had long disappeared, and she suddenly broke into a cold sweat. At dinner time, Qi Yuemei called to discuss dinner, "Liangpi!" An Xiner demanded dully.

When Wang Xiaoyang came home from the contracted counter, he turned to Han Feng and said, It's been so many years since I came out. My mother died early. When I came out alone, my father was still drinking drunk. I didn't know whether I was dead or alive now. I wanted to go back and see. Han Feng counted, but it was not true. She and Wang Xiaoyang had known each other for almost five years. At the end of each year, others would drag their families and travel back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year, but Wang Xiaoyang seemed to be tied to the counter by a rope. He knew that he was so busy every day that he never thought of going home once. Now that this year has passed and business is slow, it's time to go back and take a look. Han Feng decided to go with him. Wang Xiaoyang refused and said, "You stay at home and guard the counter while I go and come back quickly."

Dazi put the small blue homespun cloth bag on his shoulder and did not turn around immediately. He lowered his head, opened his two small eyes hard, and looked at Gu Xiang who was already crying in the shadow of the oil lamp. He thought that if he ran away, he would not know. Whether it was life or death, I shed tears and wanted to turn around and leave, but my heart seemed to be stirred by a knife, and my legs were tremblingly nailed to the spot. The disaster suddenly struck, leaving no room for reflection, let alone With a little room for redemption, Da Zi stared blankly at Gu Xiang, looking at the girl who loved him and loved him. He couldn't move his legs. He turned around and looked at Liu Gangtou. Liu Gangtou was leaning against the kang with secret joy in his heart. He raised his two fat hands alternately to rub his eyes. The corners of his mouth turned down, looking extremely sad. But his small triangular eyes never left Da Zi for a moment. He stared at Da Zi, hoping that he would go out quickly.

"Unfortunate things happen all the time, but you can tell people the same thing." Ma Jiajie, who encountered many changes, "worked hard for half his life but was extremely happy", and was "extremely happy" but full of worries and had nothing to say. In this paradoxical novel, the author deliberately disrupts the timing and sets up obstacles, seemingly to challenge our reading habits. Fortunately, its language is witty and full of tension, which is enough to attract readers to find out. While covering up, I felt that my patience had not been betrayed. Just like brewing tea with cold water and gradually getting stronger, that kind of taste can only be imagined but cannot be expressed in words. It is so comforting that you can't help but sigh. Ordinary, trivial, inexplicable joys and sorrows. In this kind of life, even through the fence of imagination, we can feel that the texture of time is so hard and yet so soft.

Dong Libo became an adult in Shantung Province. Grown in Xinjiang Corps Farm. Graduated from the Political Department of Xinjiang Normal University. He once served as a farm worker, teacher, reporter, and editor. He is currently the full-time vice president and secretary-general of the Xinjiang Writers Association. Member of the Chinese Writers Association, member of the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, member of the Standing Committee of the Xinjiang CPPCC, and a national first-level writer. He began publishing novels in the early 1980s. He has published 11 novels such as "White Bean", "Mixiang" and "Dark Red", 3 novel collections and nearly 100 short and medium-sized novels. Many of these novels have been reprinted and selected into various annual selections, and some have been adapted into film and television works. He has won many literary awards. No one knows when we will meet again. On September 25, 1949, the Kuomintang troops in Xinjiang revolted. Although Xinjiang was peacefully liberated, Xinjiang was still in chaos.

"Two Versions" is a collection of 18 articles carefully selected from the many literary works created by Douban celebrity Li Jing in the past three years, including short stories and narrative essays. Among the 9 publicly published articles, 6 articles including "Rooftop Parking Lot", "Neighbors", "On the Ability of Savage Growth" and "37 | 27" appeared on Douban's homepage. The title of the book "Two Versions" is the title of an unpublished article by the author that was previously included in the book. Li Jing's works are simple in text, and her nonchalant narration is mixed with Judkins' genius conception and Aoyama Qiehui's simple details. They are majestic in emotion but restrained in expression, popular and humorous in vivid parts, and thought-provoking in profound parts. The women in her novels are independent, wise, and courageous. They long for love, but they never give in. Once they find out that the other party is unfaithful, they will immediately stop dating.

Li Ya was born in the early 1970s. She is the third eldest among the sisters. Her name is simple. She is not the doting Yaya, but the fire girl Yang Paifeng, the last and redundant rough work girl. Looking back on Li Ya's love life and free time, most of them played their cards according to destiny. Good luck and bad luck are all attributed to fate. Li Ya's initial feelings for Girls' Generation came from when she was in middle school. One day, the teacher who taught mathematics suddenly changed from a gray old man with slurred speech to a tall, handsome young man. The eyes of the female classmates lit up. What was even more fatal was that the young teacher was not only handsome, but also had pleasant features. , Loves to laugh, with a smile on his pure lips, tall, well-proportioned figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, fair skin, not like a teacher in a rural middle school, a few years older than Li Ya and the others, he just graduated from the county No. 1 Middle school and returned to the village to teach.

But it is said that in Dengfeng County, Henan Province, there is a world-famous Zhongyue Songshan Mountain. She is continuous and graceful, just like a "Sleeping Beauty" in spring sleep. Her jade body consists of two mountains. There are Taishi Mountain in the east and Shaoshi Mountain in the west, with a total of 72 peaks. The natural scenery is very beautiful. In front of Wuru Peak in Shaoshi Mountain, there is a Shaolin Temple covering an area of ​​100 acres. This ancient temple with a history of more than 1,400 years is really a scenic spot. Shaolin Temple is not only the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism, but also the birthplace of Shaolin martial arts. The temple combines the two characteristics of Buddhism and martial arts. It is known as "the most famous temple in the world". It is rare in ancient and modern times and is well-known at home and abroad. One night in the autumn of 1921. The sky is high and crisp, the stars are twinkling, and the willow branches are above the moon.

The class monitor is the best person I have ever met besides my grandma and parents. I am about to retire from the army, and my dream of being an army officer is about to come to an end due to various reasons. But I have no regrets. I feel that I have gained a lot of training and learned a lot in the past two years as a soldier, and it will be no different when I return home. The squad leader was unwilling to accept it for me and said, "You are a good young man. It would be a pity not to be an officer." Therefore, he suggested to the stationmaster that he take four of us veterans who were about to retire from the army to set up ambushes and check for drugs. If I could catch a dead rat and investigate a large drug case, I would be able to make a great contribution and not have to retire from the army. I would have hope of becoming an army officer next year. The webmaster objected at first, saying that there were only about twenty days left, and people were almost going home, so who would have the energy to check for drugs.

The moon is clearly a grimace that has lost all color, hanging coldly and indifferently in the empty sky, hanging and helpless. The earth was covered with a haze-like, eerie gray, and the world was clearly turned upside down, like turning around and changing the negatives in a photo studio. The stars are also hanging, looking sleepy, but every time they blink, they still shine with bloodshot vigilance, sharpness and coldness. The wind seems tangible and invisible, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, like a bat with blue eyes and black wings, fluttering, circling, and cruising on the ruins. Wherever the gloomy wind passed, there were bursts of coldness. The wind carried the broken shadows that were growing and growing, appearing and disappearing, bright and dark, running here and there together with the cold air currents.

Awakened in the middle of the night. The dream was beautiful, but it frightened Ding Yougang. In May in the Dabie Mountains, the sky is filled with mountain red, and Guangxiu is like a cheerful sika deer walking through the flowers. She ran past Ding Yougang with a bright look on her face, and Ding Yougang suddenly floated away, unable to control it, and flew away with the wind. Guangxiu was so outstanding that people from other villages thought she was also an educated youth. Guangxiu married from Huangmei, Hubei. Her husband, Wang Baoguo, is a soldier in Zhoushan and is the deputy platoon leader. Guangxiu hopes to join the army one day.

When Ran Xufang accidentally looked up and spotted the man outside the window, it was the third time he saw him this morning. She couldn't help but pay more attention to this person. This man was standing at the door of the Fourth Hospital, holding a cigarette in his hand, taking two puffs from time to time, and looking into the distance with a slight frown. At first glance, he seemed to be waiting for someone. But Ran Xufang now understood that he was not waiting for anyone. The first time she saw him, he was walking into the gate of the Fourth Hospital with someone, talking to that person as he walked. That time she thought he was accompanying that person for treatment. The second time, she found him wandering in the front yard with a cigarette in his hand. But this time, even the person he was talking to had left, but he was still lingering at the entrance of the hospital. Ran Xufang couldn't help but look at the man carefully. Men are born with a thin face.