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606 为 I Abandoned My Boyfriend for 100,000 Yuan Amitabha Li DaozhangCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Coming. . !

610 我 My First Boyfriend-The Love of Wind Chimes The Fish Is Calm and the Wind Is Gentle27k WordsCompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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[Top post][grass has been planted]

611 男 My Boyfriend Likes Little White Rabbits, and I Like Roasted Whole Rabbits Wanwanruo9k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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It's a good read. I like short stories. It's fast-paced and enjoyable. I recommend everyone to read it.

615 男 My Boyfriend Collected My Rent and Saved It as a Betrothal Gift for Me. Wanwanruo8k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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A collection of scumbags, if you like it, it's well written and worth recommending

619 曾 Wu Zhuangyuan, Who Once Thought I Was an Eyesore, Is Now Crying and Begging Me to Turn Back. WanwanruoAncient Romance10k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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Freshly released short stories, well written, worth reading. Read a few before going to bed, and you will sleep well.

641 槐 Sophora Flowers Fall All over the Shoulders of Xiaohai Ajahn KunnaModern Romance454k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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8. Today's update of childhood memories, "Birthday under the Locust Tree" uses the growth of "my" as a thread to connect the years and concerns under the old locust tree. On her fourteenth birthday, grandma dug the soil under the locust tree and waited for the sweet roots to sprout, hoping for the return of her boat-running dad. Finally, waiting to return to Abba on his birthday, the family gathered around longevity peach buns and sweet root pork ribs, watching Er Zhu tie red ropes on the locust tree branches. Every birthday in the future, there was always something warm under the locust tree: when I was fifteen, my grandma made locust flower sachets, and my dad hung a wooden sign; when I was seventeen, "I" went to the county to study, and grandma stuffed sweet roots and tied the sachets; when I was in a foreign land, Erzhu rode a bicycle to deliver the sound of the harmonica; when I brought my partner back to my hometown when I was twenty-four, grandma was still burying sweet roots under the tree. At the age of forty, she returned to the village with her son. Grandma buried a new sweet root, Dad tied a red string, and Erzhu played the old harmonica. The old locust tree always stands at the entrance of the village, guarding the hope and fireworks of the family, so that people who have walked far away will remember where to go back.

648 《 "Darkchess" Dark Chess\love Wife Seseyi36k WordsCompleted 2Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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The first female channel onion requires a lot of thinking. Every time you peel off a layer, you will find something new. Every sentence in the early stage may correspond to the later one. There are so many metaphors and hidden lines that your scalp is numb... How much can you understand?