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The New Life of Neon Street
The 26-year-old independent illustrator always walks through the neon depths carrying a brushed canvas bag. She used to order a cup of hot cocoa from the 24-hour convenience store on the corner of the street, and use the warm light to draw the colorful light spots of street lamps dizzying in the rain puddles. When the evening breeze swept through the neon street, she would often stand in front of the glass display window of the old department store, touching the cold glass with her fingertips -
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New Times in Old Buildings
Su Wan is the last permanent resident of Cheong Wa Dae and the "living archive" of this century-old house. Her grandfather was the housekeeper of the Blue House, and her parents died accidentally while protecting the cultural relics of the old house when she was young. Since then, she has taken root here as a "guardian". At thirty years old, she has neat short hair, her fingertips are always smelling of the light fragrance of restored ancient books, and she always wears a copper bookmark passed
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The Inheritance Poem of Qingshiban Lane
Lin Wan grew up surrounded by the fireworks in the market. When the steamer at the breakfast shop in the alley was opened, she would always hand Aunt Zhang the oiled paper bag in the white air, her fingertips smelling of the aroma of freshly baked meat buns. In the evening, before closing the stall at the vegetable market, she would squat in front of her stooped grandmother's stall and wrap the remaining half handfuls of vegetables into balls. Her trouser legs rubbed against the fish scales stai
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Sleepless Flowers and Thousands of Lanterns
Su Wan is the embodiment of the "sleepless flower" - she carries the weight of memory, but always maintains the desire for warmth and resilience; Lu Xun is the "soil" that nourishes the flower, using understanding and tenderness to make the flower sway alone to bloom freely. The story of the two revolves around "old things" and "memory". It is essentially a two-way journey between "sleepless warmth" and "picked up time". In the end, "heart flowers" are not only personal thoughts, but also hope a
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The Evening Breeze Blew Through the Bluestone Slabs
When the chirping of the cicadas fades away, dusk spreads over the eaves. The evening breeze carries the fragrance of gardenia through the hair, and kisses the neck coolly - this is the most gentle gift in the summer night, but it is not as good as you beside me. With the coolness of the ice soda on your fingertips, you stepped side by side with me through the mottled light and shadow cast by the street lamp. The shadows sometimes approached and sometimes overlapped on the ground. The wind blows
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Sunflowers in the Old Street
In a city where gloomy clouds always seem to stick to her heart, Lin Wanxing is used to hiding her emotions under a heavy windbreaker. As an editor of a lifestyle magazine on the verge of closure, she walks through the streets every day in search of "warm material", but even her own life is filled with a gray background - the haze of broken love persists, the pressure of the workplace follows her, and even her grandmother, whom she has relied on since childhood, suddenly proposes to move to a nu
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When the Evening Breeze Meets Fireflies
The piano master who lives in seclusion in the mountains often plays the strings by the river on summer nights, and the sound of the piano flows through the bamboo forest with the evening wind. He had closed his heart due to past obsessions, but it wasn't until he met a girl who burst into his life like a firefly that ripples appeared in the silent lake of his heart. There are mountains, moon and starlight hidden in the eyes, and the fingertips have both the warmth of the music and the unspeakab
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Dawn in the Conference Room
At three o'clock in the morning, there were only scattered lights in the office building, but the door of the conference room on the 12th floor was ajar, and Lin Yan's figure was elongated by the cold light of the projection screen. As the core planner of the project team, the plan book spread out in front of her was densely marked with red pens. The water droplets on the wall of the coffee cup slid down the cup body, leaving a small dark mark on the solid wood grain of the conference table. Two
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The Key to the Hidden Mist Forest
Kakubayashi is a folklore researcher with a paranoid love for ancient legends. His grandfather used to be the guardian of the small mountain villages around the Kirigakure Forest, but disappeared mysteriously after entering the forest twenty years ago, leaving only a bronze fragment engraved with strange vine patterns and a vague last word: "The heart of the forest hides the key to balance, and only the 'Mist Drawer' can awaken it." Over the years, Lin Ye has never given up searching for the tru
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