"Go live a good life," their father said.
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They saved their money.
They saved the money they needed to go live a good life.
They waited, full of joy and anticipation, to build the good life their father had promised.
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(Excerpt 1)
Zhao Xu took off his shirt, baring his chest, and accepted a tissue from Zhao Xu to wipe the sweat from his face and neck.
Yao Wang crunched noisily on the stem lettuce in his mouth. After swallowing, with nothing left to keep his mouth busy, he couldn't help blurting out, "Construction work must be tough. How'd you build up those muscles?"
Zhao Xu paused with his chopsticks, lowered his head to look at his arms and chest, then looked up at Yao Wang. "You want to feel them?"
Zhao Xu didn't know why he'd asked that, either. But the moment he met Yao Wang's gaze, somehow his thoughts lined up perfectly with Yao Wang's.
"Sure! You're offering, so why wouldn't I? Those muscles are even better than what people build at the gym!"
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Down-to-earth, devoted, rough-mannered gong x ambitious, sharp, clever, and optimistic shou
It starts out as a story about "shit, piss, and farts," so apologies in advance (literally, with no other meaning implied).
A little rental-apartment fiction + amateur writing + mutual reliance in the midst of poverty and simplicity
Stories about ordinary folks in overlooked corners of the city
No big misunderstandings, romantic push-and-pull, or third parties, only comfort that comes late.
Emotionally, it's a happy ending, with a death warning.
A short piece for practice
Theme: Cherish the present
