Ebrahim mohammadie
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Here comes the little piggy boy
I do not know when a pig ran into a unit. Technically speaking, it is a small piglet of forty to fifty pounds. The piggy was found by the canteen master Chen, master Chen found the piggy when the piggy was lying at the door of the canteen. It looks like it was tired of running, hungry, and lying there asleep.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
Rejuvenation Pill
Counting fingers, in a few days, is his 60th birthday, life is fast, so fast that pull can not pull, drag, and can not drag. Tian Jinsheng sighed long, this sigh contains too much of his life sentiment. Think about his own life, to say a word that is not afraid of others to laugh, can say that living in a bag, living to hold the breath. If life can start over, Tian Jinsheng will not live like this now, must live a wonderful life, live with panache. Just --- alas, he could only sigh a long sigh again.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
Police save him
Fugui is honest for a while but still can not stand loneliness. After a few days without the Internet cafe, he was as uncomfortable as a lost soul. The lack of money in his pocket made it difficult for him to walk. Grandpa only took care of him for three meals and didn't care about anything. That winter, the snow was flying. Fugui could not resist and decided to go out and try his luck, wandering around the neighborhood. After all, young and ignorant, he did not know that thieves have rules, old thieves know a burglary mantra: steal the wind steal the rain not steal the snow. Snow days generally do not do this work. Fu Gui does not understand. He came to an old industrial building, he looked around, from the first floor to the fifth floor, there is a trick he understands, where there are shoes in front of the door, that there are people at home, only slippers in front of the door without shoes, there is no one at home. He took a look at the 504 room in front of the door without shoes or sneakers, and decided to take a risk, he used a screwdriver seven fiddled eight, and opened the door. He entered the door, which is a one-room household, the front room, the back of the stove. He closed the door behind him, and this time he learned his lesson about grocery store gluttony and went straight to the point: find the money. He opened all the drawers and cupboards, but there were no large bills, only a smattering of small bills. He looked up in disappointment, a mirror frame on the wall "honorably retired", it turns out with grandpa is a class of poor people. He was chagrined and wanted to quit when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the floor. I heard two old people talking: "Well, who is it? Who came to our house on a snowy day?" "Look at the footprints, it's a child."
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
The old man who foresaw the future breakfast stand
On this day, the newly appointed governor eats breakfast at the food stall, just find a bench to sit down, and listens to the fritters of the old man Hu while busy chatter: "Everyone eats well, drink well, oh, the city management will come to shoo the stall, at least three days you can not eat our fried fritters!
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
Relatives who love small bargains
LONG LONG AGO, when I was a little kid, the ready-made garment industry was not that developed. My uncle brought me a beautiful red intimate material from abroad at that time, and when my mother was about to take it to the tailor to make it, my aunt saw it and said, she knew a tailor from Shanghai with better skills.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
anti-corruption fighter
Yan Jingming lived in the late Qing Dynasty, the most corrupt era in China. He was small in stature, ugly in appearance, had no family background, and could not sneak around, so he was expelled from the examination hall by the examiner when he participated in the selection of the governor.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
After picking up the wallet
Last November 6, around 1 p.m., I rode my bicycle from Taizhou Huangyan District, the north end of Orange Avenue intersection on the east side of the non-motorized road to home, into the intersection about 50 meters, found a wallet on the ground, rectangular about 25 x 13 cm, from the color, concluded that the wallet used by lesbians.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
Listen to Rock
After graduating from college, I had a brief experience as a teacher. It was a private high school that worked seven days to seven nights, with a one-hour break at noon. For that hour only, the school's doors were open, so students and teachers could go out and "let off steam".
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Bridge
Although it is already March, the spring girl came particularly late, and heavy snow around the Qingming Festival. That day, the snowflakes kept drifting, and I dragged my suitcase alone to the bottom of the overpass. I was alone this year, and the person who sent me was no longer likely to come. I looked at my watch, the car hadn't come yet, so I sat in the suitcase. Behind me was a thick blanket of snow, making it hard to breathe. A gust of wind lifted the ice on top, shimmering in the sunlight, just like footage from an old movie.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction
Shocking
One day at noon, a rag-picker woman, the rag-picker goods to the scrap yard to sell, riding a tricycle back, through a deserted alley, from the corner of the alley, fierce out a gangster too. The thug was holding a knife in his hand, and he put it against the woman's chest and fiercely ordered her to hand over all the money she had. The woman was stunned and stood there motionless. The gangster then began to search the body, he searched a plastic bag from the woman's coat pocket, a plastic bag wrapped in a pile of bills.
By Ebrahim mohammadie2 years ago in Fiction