Is There Any Story Similar to the First Person Perspective, Not Abstract and Mindless?
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I want to read a book like "I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You". I really like reading this kind of short stories. After reading one, you don't waste much time. It can also bring you some life mottos; it also brings you a sense of fun (to deal with life). F
The first book, Sister Corpse, was very enjoyable to write. The heroine is really charismatic and crazy. The second book is really easy to cry about. It is plain and contains a lot of things. The next three books are a trilogy. I really feel sorry for Xu Xu and Xiaoxiao. They have missed out on their secret crush for a lifetime [crying]
In the past, undercover agents died miserably in the gang, or they succeeded in bringing down the gang. Only he led the gang to clean up his innocence and then brought his brothers back to the light of day.
The system of cultivating immortals here is complete and detailed, exquisite magic weapons circulate aura, magical spells are infinitely powerful, and strange spiritual beasts are cute and naive but also hide mysteries. The ups and downs of the plot are intertwined, and the climax comes one after another, making people feel like they have stepped into the magnificent world of immortality, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
Empress Xiyao from the Nuwa Palace changed into modern clothes and went to the vampire clan to find her husband, Prince Shiya. Prince Shiya, who had turned into a black man, had always loved his wife in his heart, but the misunderstanding at the beginning was too deep.
These two books are really good. I have read them all, but I only read them from the cat next door, but they are really good. The first one is the diary of chasing a husband in three lives (but in fact, in every life, the male protagonist chases the female protagonist). The second book is a story about the heroine, who is a big devil, and is entangled by the eight clowns and monsters Mo Qing who was rescued by her disciples. The fried chicken is good-looking, and the hero dotes on the heroine. The heroine is also very thoughtful and unique, and lovable. Highly recommended!
This is a high-level article that can be read in half an hour. The heroine takes advantage of her strength to grow upwards. The hero unconditionally supports the heroine and allows her to go further. The heroine is sober and independent and knows the gap between her and the hero. Anyway, it is very interesting! ! ! !
Recommendation reason for "After Acknowledging My Relatives, I Stumbled Into the Sopranos and Became a Gangster": Cute contrasting setting: A magical collision between a sweet pet and a mafia background - an ordinary girl × a top-notch mafia family: The heroine Lin Xiaoman was originally an ordinary girl selling pancakes on the street. Once she was recognized as a relative, she discovered that her biological father was a gangster, and her brothers were either arms dealers or financial giants. The identity jump from "human fireworks" to "bloody storm" brings a full sense of contrast in daily life
## "Willow on the Palace Wall": The daughter of the deep palace is in trouble, she does not fight for favor, but only strives for warmth. When she entered the palace at the age of fourteen, Xiao Liu'er thought that the deep palace was a Shura field, but she bumped into a gentle place - Concubine Shu's stove was simmering rouge goose breast, Concubine Xian's account books were crackling, and Wen Zhaoyi's embroidery was full of spring orioles. They sat around and laughed, making jokes about the emperor's indifference and swallowing them with snacks. It turns out that within the red wall, there is a woman who lives without grace, and weaves a warm and cozy net in the cracks of the strict palace rules. The emperor's words of "Jiao Jiao'er" also made her heart tremble slightly. But when she saw clearly that the shadow of her late empress who died young was always reflected in his eyes, and when she read the song "Changgan Xing" and it was never her childhood sweetheart, Xiao Liuer only needed three days to put an end to her obsession. She learned to trace another person's features, learn from her to write "living together for a long time", learn from her gentle smile, and consciously make a stand-in clay sculpture under the emperor's nostalgic gaze. The red wall trapped the body, but not the soul - she turned around and plunged into the group of sisters, turning the lonely years into human fireworks. All the women in the deep palace have a bad life. Some people burn their hearts and die because of the words of love, and some people sit trapped and worry about the city withering away. But they insisted on opening up a glimmer of light: Concubine Shu trained from iron halberd and cold spear to harmonizing cauldron, and before her death, she finally said, "Mom and dad have not tasted my soup"; Concubine De devoted half her life to nurturing her child, and when she was dying, she only looked forward to the next life where the walls of the courtyard would be full. Ivy invites an old friend to ask for a bowl of tea; Wang Meiren buries the regrets of green plum deep in her heart, but treats the little granddaughter of the Yao family with all her tenderness, as if through her childish eyes, she sees the life she may have in parallel time and space. They used needlework, account books, and cooking smoke as blades to carve the mark of "I exist" on the copper and iron walls of fate. If the love of the emperor is poison that penetrates the intestines, the friendship between daughters is the antidote they brewed together. When Queen Shen Yunyao was ill and her bones were torn apart, the concubines took turns holding medicines and keeping vigil. On the day Xiao Liuer was crowned queen, the sisters of the Sixth Palace gave her not flattering gifts, but freshly made cakes and embroidery samples. History books only record the majesty of the phoenix crown. Who would have seen them sharing a plate of crispy mountain under the cold night lamp, laughing and scolding "the emperor has no good taste"? This cage in the deep courtyard is locked in many ways, but it cannot be locked. The tenderness grows like vines and becomes a raft to ride through the waves of calamity together. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. How many beauties are buried in the dust. Only this group of women lived the tragedy into a tender fable - the love of an emperor is like dew, and the love of sisters is the star that shines through the long night.