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Page 209
I am page 209 of a novel. Pages 1 to 300 are all alive and well, except I have a movie ticket stub left by a reader in the middle. The paper began to turn yellow, but the writing on the ticket stub became clearer and clearer. Until one day, the male protagonist in the book turned to me, looked at the ticket stub and said: "It turns out that I live in a world of being watched." Then he tore off the ticket stub, folded it into a paper airplane, and flew out of the book. And I, as the page holding
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Old Things Ferry
A year after the breakup, Lin Wan sold the ugly mug given by her ex on a second-hand platform. Don't sell cups, sell the stories behind the cups. Unexpectedly, the business was booming. The most expensive order was an old hair tie, and the buyer was a girl named Shen Zhi. After reading the story, she said: "It's time for a new story to begin." From a hair tie to a scarf and a pen... Lin Wan opened a "Story Pawn Shop" to store the memories that strangers can't let go of. Until one day, she discov
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Peking Car Bell
Peking, Huaishu Hutong. Chang Guier has been pulling a foreign car for half his life, and the car bells are polished. Shuzhen delivered half of Nancheng's babies, and her hands always smelled of mugwort. Dayong repairs old books in Liulichang, and Xiaoqin loves reading new poems under the moonlight. This is the most ordinary family of four, living a tight life, and a meal of dumplings is a great joy. But in the autumn of 1948, a paper roll fell on Chang Guier's car seat. Since then, there has
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Gods Please Answer
The world of gods is bankrupt. Lu Mingguang, the God of Light, received a resettlement payment and was assigned to work as a grid member in Jinhua Community. His daily work involves mediating neighborhood disputes, investigating fire hazards, and organizing activities for the elderly—more tiring than the three thousand years he spent as a god combined. The god of war works as a supervisor at the construction site, the god of love works as a moonmaster in a dating agency, and the goddess of wis
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Smell Doctor
I'm a smell doctor. Instead of treating colds and fevers, we only treat "smell allergies" - some people want to kill people when they smell roses, some people laugh uncontrollably when they smell gasoline, and some people are so scared that they want to scrape off their skin when they smell their own sweat. I can enter the patient's odor memory, trace the source of the trauma, and unlock the truth sealed in the odor. Until I met a girl named Su Wan. She was afraid of the smell of her own sweat.
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Last Word Corrector
I am a will editor. The "last words of the soul" three minutes before death cannot be faked, and my job is to sneak into the consciousness of the dying person and secretly change those last words that may trigger war into harmless versions. Twenty years and never failed. Until today, the old man on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at me: "The change is good. But have you ever thought that you are also a dead person?" Then I discovered: my memories were forged, my emotions w
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Regret Express
I am a courier, but I am not delivering ordinary packages - I am delivering "regrets". Send the memory of your confession to yourself ten years ago, and the will to fight to yourself before the college entrance examination... Every order changes a person's destiny. Until I received an undeliverable black box: The recipient address is "1 second before birth", the recipient is "my unborn self", and there are only four words of regret in it - regret of being born. The box cannot be destroyed, it wi
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My Codename Is Canteen
He is the head chef of the Kwantung Army Headquarters, and everyone loves to eat his cooking - from generals to soldiers, from civil servants to secret agents. No one knows that each of his dishes is a piece of information: there is a secret note hidden in the braised pork, the chopped green onions floating on the soup surface represent the coordinates of the action, and the way the steamed buns are pinched determines the moment of life and death. For seven years, he used a frying spoon to deliv
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