I've always thought there could be so many stories between girls: pure ones, complicated ones...
Feelings, too, of course.
This is a collection of several short stories. Each stands on its own, and everyone has their own encounters.
2012.12.29: Updated with #11, "Heart Addiction"
2013.01.07: Updated with #12, "The Song of Fiteland"
The stories are still being updated:
1. "The 'Witch' of the Library" (Chapters 1-8): A genius teacher [Yu Yujia, Xing Fu]
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2. "A Sweet Story" (Chapters 9-13): Little things that happen while working part-time [Tong Tong, Yang Qian]
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3. "Drunken Night, Curved Blade" (Chapters 14-20): The story of hunters deep in the forests of that continent [Zui Ye, Wu Xue]
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4. "If You Don't Say It and I Don't Say It, Will We Just Know?" (Chapters 21-32): How do two people who've been friends for over a decade finally say what's on their minds? [Yao, Yu Jue]
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5. "How About I Tell You a Story?" (Chapter 33), updated 10.11: If you back away, there's no next chapter [Her Monologue]
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6. "The Wedding" (Chapter 34), updated 10.13: She saw her at the wedding [Hai Lun, Bei Lu Yi]
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7. "Rainbow" (Chapters 35-39), updated 10.24: Some people meet only briefly, yet feel like old friends at first sight [Ling Lan, Liang Qing]
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8. "She Didn't Lie" (Chapters 40-45), updated 2011.12.11: She didn't lie, yet every sentence was a lie [A Tang, Zhen Xi]
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9. "There Was Once a Rose" (Chapters 46-58), updated 2012.11.06: There was once a rose that would never wither [Ke Rui Si, Yi Sha]
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10. "Before the End of the World" (Chapter 59), updated 2012.12.21: If the end of the world never comes [Zhi Qiao, Guo Guo]
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11. "Heart Addiction" (Chapter 60), updated 2012.12.29: She just wants to keep trying to feel her heart skip a beat [Her]
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12. "The Song of Fiteland" (Chapters 61-65), updated 2013.1.7: She copies down that mysterious legend [Ba Ke Na, Mei Lin Xi]
(The collection of short stories is only temporarily complete. Updates will come from time to time!)
Theme:
Super pretty! In fact, I am used to diving, but I still take a dip to express my mood. It's really beautiful~
I have read a lot of articles, and for the first time, I turned my heartbeat into action. The last time this throbbing feeling appeared was when I turned the first page of "The Wind at Noon". The unrelated works have similar tones and fatal appeal.
In fact, when I read Bai He Wen, I just wanted to escape reality. The soul wanders in the fictional world, following their joys and sorrows in the story, as if this way they can forget their own struggles, numbness, and walking dead in real life.
However, just like the sunlight falling in the forest turns into light green amber, the morning breeze with residual sea fog is a refreshing and cold natural perfume, the lazy rainbow-colored clouds occasionally pass by the gray and rough cement, and the encounter with the white castle on the forest path, Banshijun's words always bring me a cool warmth and gentle shock. Those girls have faces similar to yours and mine, and we seem to have known each other at a certain intersection they walked through. But they are not you and me, perhaps the destinies of thousands of you and me have merged into this subtle familiarity and even resonance.
Banshijun's writing is unique, but unfortunately my description is weak and pale. I don't know if this metaphor is appropriate - a round-trip ticket between reality and fairy tales. Because, many times, the result of reading the article is to get lost in the ending theater. The protagonists either cried or laughed, and they all ended up, but other than sitting in the empty auditorium and waiting for the next play to come on, there was no way to relieve the emptiness. But Banshijun's writing is different. Those countless vivid pictures that seep into the air can gradually bring back the long-buried moist memories in my heart. I remembered that when I was a child in my hometown, she held my hand and ran across a large field to the foot of a certain mountain. There, a huge boulder sealed an underground cave into a seamless bell. Looking down from one hole of the bell, the other hole accommodates sunlight, and dust dances lightly, finally entering the bottom of the cave where pebbles are messy. The gurgling water that is full of pulses carries endless secrets. The light is briefly retained, but the words can not be spoken, and are finally swallowed up by the darkness silently. Just like a big dream, even if the eyes are not opened, the mind finally becomes clearer.
It seems that due to long-term addiction, I have severe text amnesia. The content of most of the novels I have read will soon become blurred, but the feeling that is carved in it will not change, and only this vague and unspeakable feeling will not change. That's why I never dare to write a book review. So Banshijun is still a great writer. He doesn't like short stories, Western magic, especially fan fiction, and many other strange habits have been broken...
In short, there is a neurotic reader here who rambled so much without any meaning, just to say: Mr. Banshi, thank you very much for bringing us an unprecedented reading experience and spiritual journey. Your words have the urge to touch the light. May you also be treated gently and kindly by the world.
Also, 2014, happy new year!
P. S. Author, you are really too mysterious, you haven't come out to make a fuss for so long. I have a lot of questions to ask you. For example, why don't you add V in the text? Will there be more updates in the future? Do you want to add more if needed? Will "Ban Shi's Writing Notes" still be posted on Weibo?
I thought about what Xiaosong and Moore said about wanting to have a lover waiting for her at the harbor.
Come on, author, I really like the stories you tell.
It turns out that they have a follow-up.
I guess they ended up together~ This is in line with the girly aesthetics embodied in these Lily short stories by the author~
It's cold, it's very comfortable to hide under the quilt
Super pretty! In fact, I am used to diving, but I still take a dip to express my mood. It's really beautiful~
I have read a lot of articles, and for the first time, I turned my heartbeat into action. The last time this throbbing feeling appeared was when I turned the first page of "The Wind at Noon". The unrelated works have similar tones and fatal appeal. In fact, when I read Bai He Wen, I just wanted to escape reality. The soul wanders in the fictional world, following their joys and sorrows in the story, as if this way they can forget their own struggles, numbness, and walking dead in real life. However, just like the sunlight falling in the forest turns into light green amber, the morning breeze with residual sea fog is a refreshing and cold natural perfume, the lazy rainbow-colored clouds occasionally pass by the gray and rough cement, and the encounter with the white castle on the forest path, Banshijun's words always bring me a cool warmth and gentle shock. Those girls have faces similar to yours and mine, and we seem to have known each other at a certain intersection they walked through. But they are not you and me, perhaps the destinies of thousands of you and me have merged into this subtle familiarity and even resonance. Banshijun's writing is unique, but unfortunately my description is weak and pale. I don't know if this metaphor is appropriate - a round-trip ticket between reality and fairy tales. Because, many times, the result of reading the article is to get lost in the ending theater. The protagonists either cried or laughed, and they all ended up, but other than sitting in the empty auditorium and waiting for the next play to come on, there was no way to relieve the emptiness. But Banshijun's writing is different. Those countless vivid pictures that seep into the air can gradually bring back the long-buried moist memories in my heart. I remembered that when I was a child in my hometown, she held my hand and ran across a large field to the foot of a certain mountain. There, a huge boulder sealed an underground cave into a seamless bell. Looking down from one hole of the bell, the other hole accommodates sunlight, and dust dances lightly, finally entering the bottom of the cave where pebbles are messy. The gurgling water that is full of pulses carries endless secrets. The light is briefly retained, but the words can not be spoken, and are finally swallowed up by the darkness silently. Just like a big dream, even if the eyes are not opened, the mind finally becomes clearer. It seems that due to long-term addiction, I have severe text amnesia. The content of most of the novels I have read will soon become blurred, but the feeling that is carved in it will not change, and only this vague and unspeakable feeling will not change. That's why I never dare to write a book review. So Banshijun is still a great writer. He doesn't like short stories, Western magic, especially fan fiction, and many other strange habits have been broken... In short, there is a neurotic reader here who rambled so much without any meaning, just to say: Mr. Banshi, thank you very much for bringing us an unprecedented reading experience and spiritual journey. Your words have the urge to touch the light. May you also be treated gently and kindly by the world. Also, 2014, happy new year! P. S. Author, you are really too mysterious, you haven't come out to make a fuss for so long. I have a lot of questions to ask you. For example, why don't you add V in the text? Will there be more updates in the future? Do you want to add more if needed? Will "Ban Shi's Writing Notes" still be posted on Weibo?
I thought about what Xiaosong and Moore said about wanting to have a lover waiting for her at the harbor.
Come on, author, I really like the stories you tell.
It turns out that they have a follow-up.
I guess they ended up together~ This is in line with the girly aesthetics embodied in these Lily short stories by the author~
It's cold, it's very comfortable to hide under the quilt
Nice article, thank you.
Mutual appreciation of love!
This is too crafty!