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--- dividing line of all evils---

A New Year's Light

Get up as always, but it's a year anyway, so it has to feel a little special, right? It's not the sadness of the fleeting time of time like fireworks. It's not the joy of the recovery of all things, all I have is ...... Nervous.

Go and make a pair with your dad~~ I was woken up like this. To be honest, I didn't smell the New Year, except that all I heard and saw around me was the New Year. When I was pasting with my dad, it was just a piece of paper written in black and red. But I can't say to my parents during the New Year: Hey, this year is terrible! This kind of negative thing, which most people have, is only inconceivable and unspeakable. Don't say it, it's okay, this one, some people echo it and say yes, yes, yes, this year, it's really tasteless. Simply, after pasting the pair, the activity was active, and finally there was a taste of the year. This panic barely "shook" over.

After pasting the pair, it is still a pair. I went to my grandfather's house again to help. In fact, the procedure is the same as before, and all that is more is just a few lines of dialogue and a few different actions.

When pasting the pair on the side of the door, I found that my grandfather cared very much about how the pair was pasted...... But my dad didn't have any of these things, heck, it just meant it. It's really awkward to talk about a topic without much to talk about. I asked without a purpose: Master, do you know these words? Recognize a few, he said. Your grandmother died when I was a teenager, and I went to school for those two years. I asked, "Would you like to go to school then?" He said that at that time, the cost was small, and a few dollars a year was enough. Well, he obviously didn't understand what I meant. I wanted to ask him if he was happy going to school. When I was pasting a couplet written by my uncle, I said: It's too shallow. He replied with a vague sentence: This brush character is good to practice, and you won't have to worry about this character just after it is written. I pandered: Yes, our school has a special practice for this. But facts speak louder than words, and there are a few people who can write this calligraphy, and they may not even take it.

In fact, the brush is good, no matter how much it will not be lost, forget. But something slipped away. We all know this, but we only understand it.

In the world that I can understand, those who make unpopular traditions either have some skills at home, or they really like it. But the former is in the majority. And so it becomes a vicious circle. I can't spread it, I don't like it much, and I don't really do it. In the long run, those cultures die.

When these cultures really die, will those who are proficient in these cultures and who have promoted them with their efforts, and whose main theme of their lives have been on them, succeed or fail?

I thought as I walked when suddenly an idea squeezed in. I'm just 18 years old, and I really shouldn't have a lot of unhappiness and hesitation. I looked up and looked, and among the many lights, a ray of morning light was slowly coming towards me, and I smiled crookedly, and went straight to her.

Little Mirror in the Pond

Two scoundrels killed a girl. They squeezed her into a pond full of silt, a pond where the authorities had ordered her to swim. They kept throwing stones at her until she stopped moving, and then they went down to the pond, took the money from her purse, put many stones in her pocket, sank the body to the bottom of the lake, and went ashore to drive her car.

The two scoundrels were about to open the car door when they ran into Sheriff Pete, who was patrolling. Pete was puzzled by the behavior of the two thugs who swam out of the pond in the mud on a cold day. And when one of them got into the cab, the seat was adjusted backwards. This move made Pete, who has been a police officer for more than 20 years, suspicious. This shows that it was not the two thugs who were driving the car before, and he wrote down the license plate.

The car drove away, and Pete looked back at the pond carefully, and in the chaotic lake, there was a small inner light. The duties of the police did not allow him to let go of any suspicions. He went down to the pond and, on the cold surface of the lake, scooped up a small round mirror entangled in the mud. Pete knows that there are many girls who like to put such a small cart in their purse.

Pete went ashore and quickly called the bureau to ask them to check the owner of the license plate number and mobilize police officers to intercept their car.

The deputy sheriff asked, "What crime did they commit?" ”

Pete replied, "Swim in the pond!" ”

"Swimming?"

"Yes!" Pete yelled: "For this crime, immediately detain them until I drain the water in the pond!"

"The Secret of Beauty"

He was a man of great taste and good looks. In terms of mate selection, he pursues not only inner beauty, but also more picky on the outside, which makes many ladies have to be discouraged.

Finally, he fulfilled what he had wanted in his life. The woman not only looks amazing, but also has a full stomach and graduated from a prestigious university.

After marriage, for their soon-to-be-born child, no one praises what kind of boutique it will be, when the midwife nurse brought a baby with a Chinese face and a flat nose and put it in his hand, his first reaction was: hugging the wrong one. But the mother-in-law who came from afar on the side praised diligently and said: It's the same as his mother's child! He looked up at his mother-in-law, and sure enough, she had a very similar face to the baby. He finally understood why his wife had told him that her pre-college photos had been burned in a fire!

Left Hand. Right Hand

Jaime drove into town early in the morning and was stuck on the road by the heavy traffic. During this time, he inadvertently looked out of the car window and saw a hand stretched out from the rear compartment of the car parked on the side, and blood was still dripping from his fingers. Frightened, Jaime quickly called the police. When the police car arrived, the car had turned into an alley and was nowhere to be found.

The sheriff listened to James' description with suspicion, but he routinely checked the car and took him in the evening to identify its owner.

The owner of the car, Mrs. John, listened to the sheriff's intention and brought out a mannequin with a red oil in her hand from the warehouse.

Jaime returned home, still wondering how different a model's hand was from a human hand. Suddenly, it occurred to him that Mrs. John's model hand was left, and what he saw was a right hand. He immediately picked up the microphone and was about to dial the sheriff's phone when the door was kicked open and Mrs. John aimed her pistol at him.

The gun went off, but it was Mrs. John who fell. Immediately rushed in was the sheriff. Frightened again, Jaime came back and asked why the sheriff had come to his rescue.

The sheriff replied that on his way home, he noticed a red qi on his sleeve, and that Jaime had reported the crime in the morning, so it was impossible that he hadn't done it all day!

The sheriff quickly turned back to Mrs. John's house, where she was gone. And the most dangerous at this time will be the informant Jaime. The sheriff then rushed to James's house and killed Mrs. John and saved Jaime at the last moment.

Case report: Mrs. John, who went out of the wall, killed John in order to clear the obstacles.

"Unexpected"

Harry's business had been booming for the past few years, and gradually he stopped looking at the people around him.

He looked down on the neighbor on his left, who was lying in the yard basking in the sun during the day, without a job, eating on handouts, and living on taxpayers' money; He also looked down on the old lady in his neighbor, who received a meager pension, and spent his days talking to his wife about bargains in the market through the window. He was even more tired of his wife, and never dared to speak to him directly, and his submissive look was more humble than that of a wandering beggar in the street. He often irritates her with unpleasant remarks, and he wants her to file for divorce if she can't stand it. In this way, he can make her leave the house without paying a penny of alimony, and he will be with his little lover openly.

He is always waiting and creating opportunities.

On this day, when he went out after his lunch break, he saw Gooch lying on a lounger, basking in the sun with nothing to do, while his wife leaned against the window and chatted with the old lady next door. He began to scold, scolding them for being all a bunch of parasites who were fed on his taxes, **. The blushing-faced wife finally couldn't bear it anymore, argued with him, and in his insults, said the words of their own lives.

Harry's goal has finally been achieved, and he only needs to force his wife to go to the law firm early tomorrow morning to sign it, and it will be done. For this reason, he went to his little lover's house, and did not leave until late at night, and when he reached the intersection, he was confronted by a man in black, put a gun to his head, and said, "Your wife paid 100,000 dollars for me to kill you, so that she would avoid leaving the house and inherit all your property." ”

Harry was shocked and said, "How is it possible, she is so cowardly? ”

The man in black said, "Of course, it all depends on the advice of the old lady next door. ”

Popcorn

When I was a child, there would be some old men in the village who pushed a small cart to pop popcorn in the village, a black popcorn machine, the uncle poured in the corn, added saccharin, and shook it slowly, and the little friends sat quietly next to it, with a loud noise, the rain of rice flowers burst out all over the sky, accompanied by the happy laughter of the little friends in the village, what a happy childhood time...

I often steal the family's rice and corn to pop popcorn, at that time you can exchange it for food, no need to spend money, so that I am often chased by my father all over the yard, and when I catch up, my father will take off his belt and whip me hard...

Children don't remember to eat, one morning, the village remembered the beautiful sound of popcorn cannons, I couldn't bear the craving, and wanted to steal the family's corn, my ghost father had already pressed the corn jar with thick sand bags to be strong, I had little strength, I couldn't move at all...

I have no choice but to go to the popcorn machine next to pick up the popping up of the rice to eat, or ask the adults to eat, I trotted all the way, listening to the direction of the popcorn to run, the popcorn machine has been surrounded by small friends waiting to pick up the popping out of the rice to eat...

The bad old man was very bad, and when he saw that we were picking up rice to eat, he got up and took a small stick to drive us away, and we could only leave and watch from afar...

There are a lot of bad ideas, I thought of a way, dead old things, don't give us food, wait, there is your good fruit to eat, I greet my friends, let's go, find a way to fix him.

Adults go to popcorn with snakeskin bags on their backs, weigh them with scales, and then take out a small bag of grain in exchange, I remember that the corn seeds with medicine at home are still drying in the yard, these are the seeds that will be sown in the field before harvesting wheat, and the medicine is mixed for fear that the rats will eat and bite the seeds, and the effect is very sufficient...

I assigned the task to my friends, let them load a small snakeskin bag of sand, I went home to get corn in exchange, I hurriedly ran home, with a big shovel to collect two shovels with medicine of corn, with a snakeskin bag to pack...

Then spread the rest evenly, do it seamlessly, you can't see it at all, the friends dragged the snakeskin bag here, filled with half a bag of sand and soil, a group of two dogs, what are you doing with so much, pour out a lot, and the rest watch a few brothers' performances, there is urine and urine, and there is Xiang. . .

The two fat ghosts have a lot of ideas, saying that if you don't put a few firecrackers inside, I still praise him, this idea is good, pull off a few firecrackers at home, throw them inside, mix Xiang and urine, cover the outside with sand, and sprinkle some corn mixed with medicine, perfect, I can't see it at all...

The old man happily took the sand and looked at it, the surface was mixed with medicated corn, and said that the corn was a little wet, can it not be wet? It's all mixed with urine...

Lift the bag and pour it into the black popcorn machine, and after pouring it, the old man happily said that he will put more saccharin on you, sweet!! But it's happy.,One by one, they're happy.。。。

The old man slowly shook the rice machine, the temperature slowly rose, we all hid far away, the old man still muttered, why did the temperature rise so slowly, it is estimated that the corn is wet...

Shaking and shaking suddenly Peng in the popcorn machine made a muffled sound, the old man said what's wrong, why did it still blow up, and it rang again after a while, and the old man was so frightened that he quickly lifted the rice machine and kicked it away, Peng's sound, the sand flying all over the sky, and the steaming poop flying freely...

The smell is like the old dung that has accumulated in the thatched house for many years, the black smoke in the sky, so smoked that the old man can't open his eyes, and a few hot pieces of Xiang fell on the old man's face, the old man looked at the black smoke in the sky in a daze, wiped the Xiang on his face, picked up a small stick and chased us, we knew that we were in trouble, and ran home with a smile...

My father came home at dinner, muttering about who had dug up the dung, this smell made the village so bad, I smiled and said that it was probably the second dog in the east of the village. . .

The family sat around the dinner table, eating dinner happily, when the door walked into a full of Xiang uncle, smelly, and carrying a small snakeskin bag of corn, my dad beckoned me to take two steamed buns to send him away, I knew that something was wrong, ran into the house and was ready to climb the window to escape...

The old man outside muttered something to his father, and I quickly opened the window, and I saw that my father had chased him to the house with a broom, and was carried into the yard by his father like a little chicken, and explained the matter clearly. . .

That day, my father ran all over the street with a broom, crying and shouting while running, I no longer pulled into the rice flower machine, and the second fat in the village was also chased by my father, crying, I will no longer pee in the rice flower machine. . .

That night, I beat the old man with the second fat while washing the rice machine, and my father took a small stick and smoked a stick from time to time, accompanied by wailing and screaming. . . .

"You're Gucci!" As soon as Harry called out the name of the man in black, he fell to the ground and was breathless.

(End of chapter)