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There Are Cross Patterns on the Palms
Others write stories based on their imaginations, but I only write down my own real experiences. My name is Song San. He served as a soldier, a section chief, and also spent three years in a vegetative state. After I woke up, I opened a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. There was a sign on the door: It also looks at numerology, feng shui, and difficult and complicated diseases. Some people say I am a miracle doctor, others say I am a magic stick. Only I know that I learned this skill in those
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God Made Him Sit Back in That Chair Again
Wang has been the principal for five years. In the past five years, teachers have been beaten, students have died suddenly, and female teachers have been forced to kneel. He left behind many regrets. At the age of 50, he died in the hospital corridor. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at the door of Qingping County No. 1 Middle School. That was his first day in office. This time, he wanted to change things one by one. He wants the bullies to know: There is someone in charge of this
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Little Bee
A man is from Shandong and a woman is from Guangxi. In the summer of 2025, they sat at the same table during the English teacher training at a normal college in Beijing. Hu Qiming is 38 years old, divorced for two years, and has an 11-year-old son. Feng Xiaomi is 27 years old, divorced just a month ago, and has a 4-year-old daughter. Twenty days. They attended classes together, ate together, and took evening walks in the garden together. He helped her cook and she taught him songs. During the gr
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After I Fainted from the Injection, I Dreamed of My Own Death
A cold injection caused Song Shanyi, a junior in high school, to faint and fall into a strange fantasy. In a coma, the tragic life of the next thirty years unfolded before his eyes like a projector: his place for recommendation was replaced by someone else, he failed the college entrance examination, his future was ruined, and he ended up teaching in a remote place and living a mediocre life. What made him even more desperate was that he mistakenly trusted someone else to get married, but was be
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Everyone Said I Was Stupid, Until the Day I Was Awarded the Professional Title
Before starting work, Jasha had a dream. He dreamed of a big river with a wide surface and filled with mist. There is a tall archway on the opposite bank with three big characters on it: Ziyuanguan. The river is full of fish, all swimming upstream. There is a tall dragon gate upstream, lying across the water. Some fish jumped over in one leap, some fell down and were washed away by the water, and some jumped thousands of times and were still jumping even after their scales fell off. Some were su
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The Teacher's Heart Has Not Changed, but the Dharma Dream Has Begun to Burn
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
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The Old Year in the Bottom of the Cup and the Receiver
Have you ever looked at the years settling at the bottom of a cup on a drunken night, and memories came flooding back to you? And will it be in the familiar voice coming from the receiver? Retrieve those stories buried by time? "Old Years in the Bottom of the Cup and the Earpiece" will take you into a classmate friendship that spans decades. In the light and shadow of the wine glass, in the receiver of the phone, those past events about youth, dreams and changes slowly unfolded. Here are the int
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Two Years After Normal School, She Stole My Heart
This book is "Old Years in the Bottom of the Cup and the Earpiece"·College Chapter. In the autumn of 1992, I reported to Anseong Normal College. Forty kilometers away, 760 yuan in tuition, and eight boys sharing a dormitory. In the first class, we drew lots to arrange the seats. I drew No. 9, And she drew No. 10—No. 9 And No. 10 Were at the same table. Her name is Zheng Anlan. In those two years, I got to know them—Wu Xiaoman, Zheng Anlan, Wang Ying, and Gu Xiaoxi. Some people laughed, some were
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