Street Jianghu
by Wang Zhanhei
About This Novel
To the left is the small official's reception room, and next to it is Lao Huang's fruit stall. The junior official has been looking at the gate all his life. When he was young, he stared with round eyes and shouted in a loud voice, which was as scary as a robber. Since losing several teeth, his speech has become a bit leaky, and even the area around the big iron gate is gradually no longer his territory. And Lao Huang's stall witnessed every battle, large and small. Since the establishment of this stall, day after day, and over the years, small battles have been gradually forgotten, and only those few major events that have been talked about repeatedly have finally been passed down by word of mouth and gone down in history. It turns out that there is no difference between the history of a community and the history of the world. No one can tell how many people gathered, how many decks of cards were played, how many spittle stars flew by, and how many sensational good news or scandals were circulated. Some live for a long time, some just disappear; some are always new and have ever-changing versions, and some are quietly and gradually forgotten.
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Official(3)Scraped 12d ago
A cup of coffee, a good book, quietly savor the worldly customs, and feel the tranquility of the years.
Senior sister, senior sister, I am also from Xiuzhou Middle School! ! ! The teacher in our literary club asked us to see your air cannon, so I looked for it, but I couldn't find it (?2?9˙ー˙?2?9)
we will grow old eventually
A little lonely, a little melancholy. After reading this book, I couldn't help but wonder if I would still be alive in forty or fifty years, and what kind of life would I lead? Will I cut off contact with my children? Will my wife leave before me? Has the neighborhood where I ran wild as a child been bulldozed and built into new residential areas? The world is too big, and the heat and cold that change in the four seasons will accompany me as I grow old.
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Official(3)Scraped 12d ago
A cup of coffee, a good book, quietly savor the worldly customs, and feel the tranquility of the years.
Senior sister, senior sister, I am also from Xiuzhou Middle School! ! ! The teacher in our literary club asked us to see your air cannon, so I looked for it, but I couldn't find it (?2?9˙ー˙?2?9)
we will grow old eventually
A little lonely, a little melancholy. After reading this book, I couldn't help but wonder if I would still be alive in forty or fifty years, and what kind of life would I lead? Will I cut off contact with my children? Will my wife leave before me? Has the neighborhood where I ran wild as a child been bulldozed and built into new residential areas? The world is too big, and the heat and cold that change in the four seasons will accompany me as I grow old.
