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312 在 Survive in the World of Martial Arts Jing 90% Off10k WordsCompleted 12Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Read it in a few minutes

318 江 Captain Jiang's Ghost Bride The King Does Not Patrol the MountainsMystery66k WordsCompleted 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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Short story, super sweet and beautiful

321 家 There Are a Lot of Jokes at Home with a Cute Baby Light a Heart Lamp 4219k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Just watch it, no explanation required! ! ! !

324 被 After Being Caught, I Became the Boss Bai Yueguang Dionysus Rejoices10k WordsCompleted 7Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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A short story of about 10,000 words, it just follows the plot without dragging it out.

325 救 The Vicious Female Protagonist in the Redemption Novel Awakens Eighteen Times Wind Money15k WordsCompleted 61Reads9.8Score—Shelves

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It's a short story that you can read quickly. You can't stop once you read it. The more you read, the more you read. It's a little longer than the online essays but has more details [shy][shy][shy][shy][shy][shy][shy]

344 狐 Fox Speaks Ghost Language Rabbit from Lingji PalaceEastern Fantasy420k WordsOngoing 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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There are dozens of short stories that have been completed, and there is always the one you like. Excerpts: Fate brings you and me together. There is feeling without speaking. Love is most afraid of hesitation. Looking back can only miss you. Loneliness is strong because of you. I can't survive the long midnight. The world can't stop missing you. I long for him to meet again in different years. Until that day, I will never let you pass by me. The habit of silence is willing to change for you. My heart wants you to hear. Love wants you to see. I am not afraid to admit how attached I am to you. When I miss you. I hope you can receive my sincere message. My heart wants you to hear it. My love wants you to see it. Asking you if you are willing to share every day. Turning my regrets into gratitude. The autumn night in Qingzhou City was soaked in chill. Cui Ji leaned in front of the study window and looked at the osmanthus flower in full bloom in the corner of the courtyard. Ever since he met Zhu's daughter by chance at Zhuquefang half a month ago, he had not thought about food or tea. The woman was wearing a lotus-colored skirt, with white magnolia hairpins on her temples. Her eyes were moving as she raised her eyes, just like spring water reflecting the moonlight, making people unable to look away. "Sir, it's already late at night." The voice of the book boy Xiaofu interrupted his thoughts. Cui Ji waved his hand, and after Xiaofu stepped back, he took out a handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers from his sleeve - it was the one left by Zhu's daughter that day. Touching the fine stitches with his fingertips, he secretly made up his mind: tomorrow he would invite the matchmaker to propose marriage and take her as his concubine. When the clapper struck at midnight, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence. Cui Ji put on his clothes and stood up. Looking through the moonlight, he saw a delicate figure standing outside the door. The moment she opened the door, a chill and drizzle hit her face. Ms. Zhu was soaked to the skin, her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes were filled with tears. "A'Zhu!" Cui Ji hurriedly welcomed the person into the house and got a dry handkerchief to wipe her. But Zhu's daughter suddenly knelt on her knees and cried heartbrokenly: "Cui Lang, I... I am no longer alive." These words exploded like thunder. Cui Ji staggered back and knocked over the flower stand on the side: "What nonsense are you talking about? I saw you buying rouge at Fangshi today!" "I suddenly felt a severe pain in my heart during the day, and I couldn't wait to see the doctor..." Chui's daughter choked and took out two pieces of plain silk from her arms. The silk was still warm, "This is the silk I knitted by myself. I wanted to cut it into a robe and give it to you, but now... It can only be used as a farewell token." Cui Ji took it tremblingly, and touched the fine stitches at the corner of the silk with his fingertips. He vaguely saw her sitting in front of the window, flying threads. Suddenly I remembered that she had said that when this batch of silk was finished, she would embroider a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water. "I don't want any parting token!" Cui Ji threw the silk on the table, "Tomorrow I will ask the mage to keep your soul!" However, Zhu's daughter just shook her head, and the tears fell on the back of Cui Ji's hand, which was actually ice: "There is a difference between yin and yang, so you can't force it." She picked up the silk on the ground and folded it into a square shape, "I hope Cui Lang will not forget... The girl who rubbed shoulders with you at Zhuquefang." Cui Ji suddenly remembered the brocade hidden under the desk - it was the material that he specially asked someone to transport from Guangling the day before yesterday, intending to make wedding clothes. He hurriedly took it out and shook out the brilliant brocade: "A'Zhu, look! This brocade matches your skin color perfectly. Just hold it until..." "No need." Zhu's daughter took the brocade and lightly touched the lotus pattern on it with her fingertips. "From now on... It will really be gone." Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly became transparent and turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated in the night wind. The piece of cloud brocade fluttered on the ground, and the corners of the silk were still stained with wet tears. At dawn the next day, Cui Ji hurried to Zhu's mansion. Zhu's father welcomed him into the hall with red eyes. White flags had been hung in front of the hall. "My little girl suddenly suffered from heart attack last night, and within half an hour..." Father Zhu burst into tears when he said this. Cui Ji endured his grief and asked, "Uncle, do you know if any silk has been lost at home?" Zhu's father was stunned and turned to call the mother of Zhu's daughter. Mother Zhu cried and nodded: "My A'Zhu loves weaving, and there are two pieces of silk she knitted in the box. Yesterday I was thinking of cutting it into shrouds, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye..." Cui Ji then recounted last night's adventure. Speaking of the scene where Zhu's daughter took out the silk, Mother Zhu suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Master, do you remember that the silk was plain white with a magnolia flower embroidered on the corner?" Cui Ji was shocked, walked quickly to the carriage, and took out the silk from last night. Under the moonlight, the lifelike magnolia flower in the corner of the silk corner is exactly the same as the girl Zhu's favorite hairpin. That night, Cui Ji set up a memorial tablet in the study and enshrined the piece of cloud brocade and two pieces of silk in front of the case. Whenever it was quiet at night, you could always hear the faint sound of machinery, accompanied by the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, lingering in front of his window. Later, people said that Mr. Cui never married, and there were always two pieces of plain silk in his study. The magnolia flowers in the corners of the silk remained as bright as ever after decades.

345 尘 Dusty Love Tough EngineerModern Romance217k WordsOngoing 4Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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The first part, which may take an hour, is about the male protagonist having an abortion for the female protagonist 16 years ago. The fetus is not the male protagonist's. The female protagonist left the male protagonist for some reason. 16 Years later, they meet again. What kind of sparks will fly? The second part, no need to explain, I'm going to explode after watching it [Sparrow Food Masterpiece]