In the cramped basement, a thin young man was pacing in thought.

What impact will the decade-long war in Afghanistan have on China? Can the introduction of the new purchase restriction policy really curb housing prices? For dinner today, am I eating abalone, prawns, or Laotan sauerkraut beef? ……

Bang bang bang! There was a rough knock on the door. The young man was startled, raised his unshaven face, and subconsciously covered his chest.

Next, there was a rude shout: "Open the door!" Check the water meter! ID card, temporary residence permit, all ready! ”

Hearing this, the young man's face relaxed, and he stepped forward and opened the door: "Check your sister!" Play this set with me! ”

As he spoke, he dragged a fat man in.

The fat man came in with a grin, and the big horn sat down on the folding bed, pressing the bed legs to creak painfully, while kicking away a few dolls of toilet paper on the side of the bed:

"I said Donglai, you are an insurance salesman, you don't run business outside all day long, but stay in the basement thinking about national affairs, it's too unprofessional."

Donglai smiled bitterly and sat down on the bed, moaning on the bed legs again.

The fat man glanced at a copy of the "Civil Service Examination Test Immortal Book" on the bedside, and sighed: "Motivated?" The results have come down this time, right? ”

Donglai smiled bitterly again: "I didn't enter the interview." Hey, it's still ancient cool, it's really desperate, and if you cut it, you're a civil servant. ”

The fat man frowned, and immediately jumped up excitedly: "What nonsense to pull." Do you think you can enter the palace after cutting it? Let me tell you, the Ming Dynasty once recruited eunuchs, and the number of places was limited, and as a result, the number of applicants who were cut off by themselves exceeded 10 times the quota of the establishment! ”

"Huh?" Yan Donglai opened his mouth wide: "What about those who fall off the list?" ”

The fat man pouted: "What else can I do?" The central authorities have taken into account the people's sentiments and expanded the number by 50 percent, but in this way, more than 80 percent of the population has been cut in vain. There's no way, everyone wants to hold an iron rice bowl. ”

Donglai said "hey" and sat down on the bed with his head down. The fat man patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, next time." I said, "You're not going to get a good name." ”

"What's wrong with my name? Purple gas comes from the east, this is good luck, understand? ”

"You forgot your surname is Yan! Yan Dong is coming, the harsh winter is coming, is this still good? The fat man said proudly: "Look at my name, Gu Jiwang, square and square, it is auspicious and prosperous at first glance." ”

"Chihuahuas are booming, and they really sound good."

The fat man punched Donglai: "If you flamboyant tongues are used in sales, you won't live in the basement." Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's eat, I'll please. ”

On the table of the small shop, a plate of kung pao chicken, a plate of cold salad and three shreds, and a plate of potato roast beef. Yan Donglai, who often relies on instant noodles to stuff his stomach, of course, unceremoniously let go of the big food. While eating, I listened to the fat man Gu Jiwang gushing about the history of the Ming Dynasty.

To be honest, Yan Donglai is far from loving history. However, it is also interesting to listen to good friends.

After eating all the dishes and paying the bill, the two came out wiping their mouths.

"By the way, I recommend a book for you to read. "The Complete Biography of Zhang Juzheng", new. The fat man said enthusiastically.

"This book is good, isn't it? How is it better than what you said about "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" before? Yan Donglai asked listlessly.

"It's a newcomer, and his writing is worse than Mingyue back then. However, if you talk about Zhang Juzheng alone, it is better to specialize in one subject, which belongs to the nature of reading. ”

was idle, when suddenly a terrible shout pierced the air:

"Snatch the child!"

Yan Donglai turned his head suddenly, and saw that twenty steps away, a strong man with a lewd face was rushing towards this side with a crying baby in his arms.

More than ten steps behind, an old lady cried and chased after her.

Glancing ahead, a van was parked and had started.

In an instant, Yan Donglai's mind flashed through the cases of abduction and robbery of babies he had seen while browsing the forum, and thought of describing a mother who had disappeared and desperately calling out the child's nickname in the community at night.

He is not a person who wants to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds, but at that moment he shed a little tear when he looked at the screen, maybe remembering his mother who was far away from home.

At this time, it was already dusk, and Yan Donglai lived on a relatively remote street, with few people on the sidewalk, only cars constantly whistling along the road.

didn't have time to think too much, Yan Donglai suddenly jumped out, stretched out his arms, and stopped the strong man who was rushing over.

"Stand ......"

Before the word "live" could be spoken, the strong man turned his shoulder sideways and slammed into Yan Donglai's chest.

Yan Donglai's thin body flew out on his back. He lost his balance, and his mind felt like he was in a fog.

The last impression left is the dazzling bright light and the "squeak" of emergency brakes.

A news headline of an easy-to-net website:

"The young man who bravely captured human traffickers was hit and killed by a large truck, and the police said that the truck did not violate the rules"

"Friends Say Righteous and Courageous Young People Once Wanted to Sign Up for Civil Service for the People, but Were Rejected by the Recruitment Agency"

Official Reports:

On October X, 2010, Huo (female, 58 years old) took his grandson (7 months) out, and due to neglect to take care of him, the child was snatched away by Zhao (male, 41 years old) of the baby trafficking group. Yan (male, 27 years old), who was passing by, acted bravely and struggled to stop him, but was pushed down on the motorway by Zhao, and was hit and killed by a speeding truck (driver Wang, male, 33 years old). Yan's friend Gu (male, 27 years old) and the crowd who came later captured the trafficker Zhao and rescued the robbed baby. Zhao's accomplices Chen (male, 35 years old) and Chen (female, 38 years old) absconded in a car. At present, the public security organs are investigating.

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The 35th year of Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty (1556). The southwestern suburbs of Beijing. The falling flowers are colorful, the green grass rolls the ground, the sky is full of red clouds, the tired birds throw themselves into the forest, and the twilight scenery is good.

A nobleman in gorgeous clothes, straddling a jujube red horse, triumphant, believing in the reins of the horse, wandering among the flowers and plants. Behind him were five or six grooms and men dressed as domestic servants.

Seeing that it was not early, a servant stepped forward and said, "Young master, the sun has set, will you go back to your house in the dark tonight, or will you rest in the nearby Zhuangzi?" ”

The boy pondered for a moment: "Go home, go home." ”

The servant said: "It will take dozens of miles to land, or it will be ...... here."

Childe turned his head suddenly, and his eyes spewed out viciousness, which frightened the servant.

"Your kid's skin itches again, doesn't you? Young master, I said go home, are you still talking nonsense? Get lost! ”

As he spoke, he swung his whip out of his hand, and unbiasedly, pulled the servant's hat to the ground. The servant was also calm, his hands hung down, and he bowed his head slightly, not moving.

Several other servants applauded: "Young Master, what a whip method!" ”

"Hahaha!" Gongzi raised his whip and smiled: "Then it is needless to say, Lao Tzu does not rely on this whip method, how can he make the lady in the family obey!" For this reason, I have to rush back tonight to 'comfort' her. ”

After speaking, the son turned his horse's head in the direction of Beijing City, raised his whip and galloped, and let out an arrogant laugh. Suddenly, the horse stepped down and wondered whether it was mixed with stones or frightened by the rabbit in the grass, but when he heard a long neigh, he stood up on his hind legs.

The noble boy sighed, flipped on his back and fell off the horse. The grooms and servants who followed behind shouted one after another: "Young master, young master!" "They all gathered around.