Old tales say that Americans are slaves to biological laws. Because most women in the morning show a slightly swollen chest, with a hint of milky breath. Barkus was different, standing in the tree shade, head tilted back, with sunlight seemingly blooming on her body.
This woman.
A woman’s charm is countless, most lovely during the flowering season.
Goddess slid the car to Barkus’s front and opened the car door. Barkus got in.
Goddess asked: “Susu, didn’t you sleep last night?”
“In the second half of the night, he also returned, sleeping next to my pillow. I only saw him come up. That bed looks small, but unexpectedly, two people can sleep without disturbing each other.”
Barkus slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawn, her fingers showing extremely soft movements.
Goddess stepped on the brake at the red light: “I’m better than gold, people have a good night’s rest. Good night, Luo Jian has also shaken.”
A poetic intention of thousands of miles, ancient human world of four seasons.
Barkus used her finger to tap her own lips, tilting her head to look at Susu, laughing softly: “You’re bigger than me, I don’t like being a woman, I like being a sister. I like brothers.”
“That’s because Susu just happens to be a brother. In another twenty years, you won’t like brothers anymore, you’ll like children.
“Well, my brothers and children are all fine, they all listen to me. I don’t like aggressive men. My father was like that, with a bad temper, irritable and quick-tempered, looking ugly, and would always blame my mother.”
“Don’t you think you’re just like your father?”
“You’re not reliable, always thinking you don’t know what you’ll do.”
“From now on, I’ll come to pick you up every day, feeling very moved.”
“I’m not sleeping in the office every day, and my boss isn’t always on a business trip.”
“I pass by the research institute every day, so just wait for me there. I’ll be there around half past.”
Song Ya slightly nodded: “Brother is so good! Thank you, brother.”
When she nodded, a strand of hair scattered behind her brain, swaying by the stove, her hair fine, casting a translucent pale shadow on her skin.
Jia Ge adjusted his line of sight, leaning forward, he turned his direction to the plate.
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Jia Ge had played this character game before: prosperity, the word “fu” on top represents the house, below represents money; blessing, a family has clothes, has a yard. Having land represents having food. Blessing: a family that can’t go hungry, has a house to live in, has money to spend. “Fu” can be combined with the word “not”, and an unhappy person is someone without a house and without money. Also because of houses and money, “people with money” can also become unhappy people. There’s no combination with the word “not”. So those with food, with clothes, are blessed people.
The two-character combination is a matter after the Han Dynasty, and “fu” initially appeared as a verb. Therefore, Zhang Daye of Taiwan would say that the consecutive use of “fu blessing” could restore the “fu” character as a verb, which should give those who are self-aware of unhappiness or unhappy a more realistic feeling. The reasoning is simple: “fu blessing” is not a completed state, but a temporary process – and often not realized.
According to this standard, this summer should be considered blessed. Not just himself, but for most people.
Happiness is hard.
He couldn’t decompose happiness into a solution.
The team leader told him that subsequent rehabilitation would be in the fixed stage, approximately 6-12 months. During this stage, most drug rehabilitation subjects still have varying degrees of physiological adaptation symptoms and psychological needs. This is the most dangerous period of drug relapse, and drug dependents can only successfully pass through the rehabilitation fixed stage and enter the social reintegration stage, which is the key node of final rehabilitation.
Currently, there’s no definitive definition of successful drug rehabilitation, mainly different perspectives on the duration of persistence. Some standards require at least 3 years of persistence, some say 5 years, and some say 10 years. Strictly speaking, for those who have used drugs, only maintaining good behavior until the end of life can be considered truly successful rehabilitation. Because drug temptation is lifelong for those who have used drugs.
He couldn’t help but wear the corner on his body. In the past few years, he couldn’t let this head leave his collar. Wearing a mushroom cap to work isn’t particularly troublesome. She’s willing to share some administrative work, can simply operate a computer, because she often chats online, so her typing speed is surprisingly fast. She’s almost getting an ordinary staff position.
The foundation would need a document, and she was very willing to follow. From returning from the poverty alleviation to returning to Ming’an, this summer recalled a farmer’s home he knew when he first went to the poverty alleviation.
This is a cold-intentioned clarity, the ground damp, with light rain fallen last night. Passing through the village, the bulletin board reveals a large-scale construction site. The mushroom material door was half-transparent, revealing a hurried figure inside.
A woman carefully opened the door of the mushroom shed. The shed was filled with mushrooms. Only a woman with one hand had just put down her basket and was carefully examining it, picking out the well-grown mushrooms and piling them in one place. After finishing, she took down the basket hanging on the right side of the wall, and methodically broke apart the ripe mushrooms, picked them off, and placed them in the basket, covering it with a cloth. The woman with one hand seemed to have some appetite.
The woman smiled brightly, still in high spirits.
This woman’s right leg was amputated due to a landmine accident over a decade ago. At the time, the villagers urgently sent her to the hospital, and while her life was saved, her leg was not.
The mushroom shed whispered: “Does she grow mushrooms alone? How nice.”
“Not at all. She has an elderly husband and children. They love her very much,” the summer walked over and helped her pick mushrooms.
The woman’s face was rosy, and her single hand was quite capable, though she looked quite thin. She said, “After finishing these, I’ll go to the kitchen to cook, and ask my husband to go to the city to sell them early.”
The woman looked at her scar and said to the summer, “You little girl? Look carefully. I’ve seen it before, it’s not a good-looking scar, you can’t see it.”
In the village, the woman’s child was about to take the high school entrance exam, hoping to go to the county school. They hoped the two children would be safe and healthy.
A neighbor’s steamed bun smell seemed to remind her, and she rose and walked out of the big shed. Her scar was dry on the ground: “She’s quite resilient. Her brother-in-law doesn’t like steamed buns, and the two didn’t get along. The steamed bun maker recently had a rash on her face, clearly liver spots. This woman grows mushrooms, her husband sells them, and she’s in pain, but her complexion is good. She definitely didn’t use such good cosmetics, just her skin is better than others. No one in the village has a scar on their face.”
The aunt said, “You’ll talk about it all day, then how, then how. She’s not the only one with a teacher’s pain and love for children, struggling through so many twists and turns. Even your most beloved sister-in-law has her own burns. She wants children, but she’s frustrated by experimental failures, and she can only wait. I told her not to rely on him, to bring him back home, and she said he’s been unwell recently and she can’t bear it. Don’t you think she’s suffering?”
