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559 洗 The Fishy Rain That Cannot Be Washed Away Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k WordsCompleted 1Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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The rain in Haicheng always carries a musty smell that cannot be washed away. @ Douchengbaye This smell is not like the crisp dusty smell of Wushan City in the mainland, but like old newspapers soaked in sour water, mixed with the smell of peeling lime from the wall, and goes into the nostrils stickyly. The neon signs blurred in the rain, red like blood and green like corpse spots, illuminating the back alley called "Intoxicating Street" in a strange way. I squatted next to the trash can, holding a half-extinguished cigarette in my hand, and my fingertips were white from the rain. The phone screen was broken, like a spider web covering the last bit of power, displaying the reminder message: "Brother Chen, if we don't see the money tomorrow, we will go to your mother's ward to have a chat." I threw the cigarette butt into the stagnant water, and it made a hissing sound, like the sigh of some kind of creature before death. In the third month of unemployment, my savings dropped to zero and I was in debt of 300,000 yuan. My mother was lying in the hospital in Wushan City waiting for the surgery fee, and I couldn't even afford to rent a coffin space in this place called the "Pearl of the Orient" but actually the "Pearl of the Orient". Some people say that Haicheng is the city of opportunity. In my opinion, this place is an incinerator of desire. After the ashes are burned, you won't even be left with the wind.

562 汴 Bianjing Corpse Whisperer Dou Cheng Ba Ye29k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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The rain in Haicheng always carries a musty smell that cannot be washed away. @ Douchengbaye This smell is not like the crisp dusty smell of Wushan City in the mainland, but like old newspapers soaked in rancid water, mixed with the smell of peeling lime from the wall, and goes into the nostrils stickyly. The neon signs blurred in the rain, red like blood and green like corpse spots, illuminating the back alley called "Intoxicating Street" in a strange way. I squatted next to the trash can, holding a half-extinguished cigarette in my hand, and my fingertips were white from the rain. The phone screen was broken, like a spider web covering the last bit of power, displaying the reminder message: "Brother Chen, if we don't see the money tomorrow, we will go to your mother's ward to have a chat." I threw the cigarette butt into the stagnant water, and it made a hissing sound, like the sigh of some kind of creature before death. In the third month of unemployment, my savings dropped to zero and I was in debt of 300,000 yuan. My mother was lying in the hospital in Wushan City waiting for the surgery fee, and I couldn't even afford to rent a coffin space in this place called the "Pearl of the Orient" but actually the "Pearl of the Orient". Some people say that Haicheng is the city of opportunity. In my opinion, this place is an incinerator of desire. After the ashes are burned, you won't even be left with the wind.

563 春 The Spring Breeze Brings Beauty Jin Wuming from Tianjiyuan7k WordsCompleted 1.3kReads8.7Score—Shelves

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I recommend short stories.

579 炽 The Sweet Palm of the Flaming CEO Tian Yuefang from Luxi Island13k WordsCompleted 1Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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The summer flowers have not yet faded, but the evening star has arrived. Ten years of obsession, one lifetime of protection. Mr. Lu held up the rain-free sky for her with his domineering gentleness.

581 《 After "Niu Lai" Became a Hit, I Followed Suit and Made "Sheep Lai" Bosom Friend of Mountains and Seas17k WordsCompleted 23Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Anyone who has seen the film should read this book. The director who is about to go bankrupt gave it a try. Although the film is not perfect, it received unexpected applause after it was released [sneaky laugh]