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Books by 阿鼠毛毛
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- After the Cicadas Sing Comes the Plum Rain 蝉鸣过后是梅雨 [Ensemble Cast at School | Slow-Burn Bittersweet Romance | Fated Bond | Gentle Girl, Troubled Boy | Realistic | Happy Ending] On the first day of school, Xia Shanshan's red-lacquered bicycle was stolen. She crouched beneath a camphor tree and cried. On the third floor, someone folded her orange candy wrapper in half, then in half again. Later, she met Fu Siyun. The boy leaned against the wall, looking carefree as he teased her softly: “Are you afraid of me, senior?” She ran from him for three y 3.8kReads9.3Score42814d adds
- Sailing Together 共舟行 [Small-Town Fiction | Slow Burn | 1v1, Both Leads Chaste | Ensemble Growth | Working-Class Struggles | Realistic | Period Setting] “Across a thousand miles, the boat speeds on; a letter of love rides home on the wind.” A small town in southern China in the 1990s A young man holds an unremarkable bouquet of roses And lays his feelings bare beneath the night sky From scraping by with a street stall to finding a way forward together Through wind and rain, they share life's many ups and downs This i 3kReads—Score17314d adds
- A Mole Behind the Ear 耳后藏痣 [Contemporary Realism | Workplace Taboo | Slow Burn | Older Man | Strong Female Lead | Cohabitation] "A mole behind the ear, and someone hidden there, too." Late autumn in Shanghai, in the heart of an old Western-style neighborhood in the west of the city. A bar with no sign. An empty bottle of Great Wall Cabernet Sauvignon, a snakeskin bag with a broken zipper. She picked up the bag and said, "Follow me." He was too drunk to stand steadily, but he followed anyway. At thirty-two, she called the 290Reads—Score—14d adds
- The Gilded Statue 镀金像 In a matriarchal society, power is gold-plated. A bride price buys obedience, a memorial arch trades for devotion, abandoned mines bury the light, and rusted locks conceal the lamp. Some people calculate as they turn a pen around and around. Some count the creases on their cuffs. Some kneel and say, “If it’s scorched, then I’m the one who scorched it.” Anything can be calculated, but nothing can be figured out. After ten years in exile, she comes back and picks up only what others don’t want: a —Reads—Score—14d adds
