
A Book by Langya No. 1
琅琊一号的一本书
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 3.8M Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban High-Concept
- Updated
- 7y ago
- Source
- Fanqie
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1.2kChapters
194Reads
7.8Score
25Listens
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The concept is good (*๓´╰╯`๓)♡ However, it is a bit similar to the concept of red envelope group, but changed. . .
The content of this book is pretty good, and the chapters are quite attractive, but the last chapter is a little confusing.
That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been carrying cement at the construction site for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself, and when I was worthy of her, I would I told her everything. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I could also be regarded as a small contractor, contracting some construction sites, and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, and there were only two of us in the dim room. We were silent for a long time, and finally she spoke first: Eight hundred, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will accept five hundred from you. I tried my best not to tremble anymore and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then extinguished like a fire, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I still have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." After saying that, she left in a hurry! Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart! The last time I saw her, she asked me to go. She was on the roof of the building, and I looked up at her from downstairs. For a long time, she left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I couldn't accept it, and felt very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her. I don't know how ugly that smile was. She smiled at me too, as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I couldn't cry at this time. I immediately said: I know, I know your heart, and my heart has never been there. Change, I won't dislike you, we... She suddenly shook her head in excitement, interrupted me, and said in her weak voice: No... I... I just... Want to... Want to say... Tell me... This... This book... Is... Written... Written... So... So good^0^~
It's okay. It's better than other similar books. The writing is also very good. I just hope it won't get worse in the future.
When I first read it, the logic and story foreshadowing were quite in place. Unlike some books of the same type, the logic was quite confusing. The foreshadowing at the beginning of the text was either hasty or inconsistent at the end, or even simply forgotten. So I hope this book will be more free from vulgarity. Thank you very much to the author!
I originally wanted to give it five stars, but the remaining battery is only enough for four stars😜😜
Very good. It combines farming and red envelope writing. It's a pretty good novel👍
This book still gives me a good feeling, and there is not much talk about it.
So far, it's bland without losing passion, and the plot is smooth and without any irritation.
I haven't finished reading it yet, but after reading it so far, I personally feel that this book is very interesting, and the plot makes me want to read it.