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Anchor Point
Lin Yanzhi's "Shiguang Pavilion" is hidden in the deepest part of Qingshiban Lane. There is a faded wooden sign hanging on the wooden door, which creaks when the wind blows. That afternoon, when Aunt Zhang, who was selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes at the alley, came in with an old wooden box, he was squatting in front of the workbench, using tweezers to carefully remove the stuck spring of a Republic of China clock. "Yanzhi, take a look at this object." Aunt Zhang put the wooden box on the
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Eight Sages in the Bamboo Forest
While Yu Mengduo stared at the data stream jumping on the screen, the sky outside the office building had turned dark blue. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the 27th floor framed the entire city's neon lights into a flowing painting, but in front of him there were only dense lines in the CAD drawing - that was the smart home plan for the top-floor duplex of "Yunjing·Lanting". Party A requested that "technology should be as invisible as air, but should be properly caught every time it turns around
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Modern Economics in the Eastern Jin Dynasty
When Xie Qing Gangying's fingertips ran over the mildew on the edge of the rice paper, the sycamore leaves outside the window were crackling from the heavy rain in July. The humming and humming of the constant temperature and humidity system of the Provincial Library and Special Collections Department, mixed with the faint fragrance of pine smoke and ink in the ancient book restoration room, became her most familiar background sound in the five years of working. "Qinggangying, the restored archi
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The General Manager of the Nanny Traveled Through Time and Became a Prince
At 7:03 in the morning, Luan Tam was tying his tie in front of the mirror when his phone vibrated for the third time. It's not an expensive silk model, but a dark gray model of mixed fabric with dark patterns - this is his "work standard", which not only looks professional but also doesn't make the parents who come to consult feel distant. The vibration came from the "Xingya Baby Care Center - Emergency Response Group". He glanced at the screen and clicked on it with his fingertips: "Chengxi Bra
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Time Travel: Overthrowing the History Book
The snow in Xianping Prefecture was heavier than the blizzard in Harbin in Xing Daye's memory. Lead-gray clouds hung low over the city, freezing the rammed-earth walls like blue-black iron. He wrapped himself tightly in the short brown linen that had been patched three times, and his knuckles turned white from holding half a piece of frozen rice cake. The snow on the street was up to his ankles, and it creaked when he stepped on it. Mixed with the crisp sound of the Jurchen cavalry's horse hoove
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Goose Language in the Han Palace
It was autumn, the twelfth year of Emperor Gao of the Han Dynasty. The cracks in the floor tiles of Changxin Palace are still embedded with wet mud brought by this summer's rain. Wu Daye knelt on the cold ground, the tip of his nose almost touching the green bricks. The nostrils were filled with a musty smell and an indescribable smell of spices. The mixture was very much like the scene of a supermarket food complaint she had handled in her previous life - chaotic, with a sense of hopeless decay
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Future Emperor in Ancient Times
Hu Jiawen IV rubbed his eyebrows at the data stream beating on the computer screen. The cold air from the central air conditioner in the office brushed the back of his neck, but could not disperse the thin sweat on his temples. On the three-screen monitor in front of her, on the left is the digital identity authority matrix diagram of the senior management of "Xinghuan Technology". The densely packed authority nodes are marked with risk levels in different colors; in the middle is the encrypted
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Daqin Penicillin
When Mindlevin took off the stethoscope, his fingertips still felt cold to the touch of metal. The shadowless lights in the emergency room were blindingly bright, illuminating the red bloodshot eyes under his eyes - he had been standing for two hours since he received this patient with acute myocardial infarction and ventricular fibrillation at one o'clock in the morning. The hem of his white coat was stained with traces of iodine that he had not had time to wipe off, and his collar was soaked w
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