New story~ The little sweetheart I picked up is already nice and hefty! My next story, Little Ones on a Dream Quest, is open for advance follows. Please add it to your collection~~
1. Little Ones on a Dream Quest
Qiao Mumu is a tree spirit who has always lived atop Yun Mountain. Just as it is about to ascend to immortality, the tree-spirit patriarch tells it that its good friends, the bird clan's Bailing, the leopard cat Miaomiao, the little tiger Tiaotiao, the black bear Benben, and the mouse Nono, were reincarnated as humans after their deaths. But because of wicked people, each of their lives has been utterly miserable.
The only way to save them is to take human form, go to the human world, and help them change their fates. Qiao Mumu originally wanted to become a strapping six-foot-two man, but a System error turned it into a tiny four-foot-one runt, and even its intelligence shrank to that of a six-year-old preschooler!
2. The Sweetheart I Picked Up Is Six
Qiao Wu has had a hard life. Nearly thirty and working on construction sites, he saved up all his life to get married. But then his wife ran off with another man, taking all their money with her, and a falling chunk of concrete at the construction site crushed his foot...
Qiao Tiantian is an orphan, abandoned beneath a bridge right after birth. In the bitter winter cold, she nearly froze into an ice sculpture, helping to advance the art of human ice sculptures???
Just as Qiao Er climbed onto a high bridge, ready to leap and become a lonely ghost at the bottom of the lake, a baby's cry rang out. It completely changed the fates of Qiao Er, who was destined to die young, and Qiao Tiantian, who was destined to die in childhood, and even changed the lives of many others!!!
"Mom, how was I born?"
"I found you in a trash can."
Qiao Tiantian knew from a young age that her dad, Qiao, had found her in a trash can, but she never once thought she wasn't his biological child. Just like the kids born from gourds, floated down the river, dug out of watermelons, or given away with a phone top-up, they were all their parents' own.
Qiao Tiantian sniffed. She was clever, and she and her dad looked so much alike: she had a baby face, and he had a pancake face. She was six and not even three feet tall, while Dad Qiao was thirty-six and not even five-foot-three.
Most importantly, they both had a slight limp in their left foot.
Here is the synopsis for this story~~
Lin Shu, short, fat, and poor, and single since birth for thirty years, accidentally becomes reborn in the height of summer in 1998. While saving her mother and twin younger brothers and changing her own fate and that of her friends, she also happens to pick up a little wolfdog.
Just as Lin Shu is gearing up to make a fortune, she suddenly discovers that her biological father has already embarked on the path of becoming a master chef, opening a chain of restaurants across the country. Her mother is no less impressive, running a thriving business of her own. And the little wolfdog she picked up turns out to be something else: he has three friends by his side, and together they all dote on her like a little princess.
P.S. There is a golden finger, but it's not much.
A slow-paced farming story, mostly about everyday family life. Everyone grows, and nobody gets rich overnight.
The author only started writing this year, so there will be rough edges, but I believe I'm improving little by little. If you've clicked in, my dear readers, why not give it a chance and read a few more chapters before deciding?
Lastly, I won't abandon this story, but lots of favorites and comments from my dear readers would definitely give me more passion and confidence to write.
And lastly, truly lastly, special thanks to the dear readers who have kept following me all this time, and for the nourishing fluids they've sent my way :)
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I feel that there is something wrong with the price system. A box of crayfish costs 10 yuan. In other words, the price at that time was about 15 years behind the current price? Then at this time, contracting a fish pond costs 10,000, which is estimated to be the price a few years ago. The system is so confusing.
I guess it was a misunderstanding that Father Lin eloped in the last life!
Ih xa awx g ms
Good cooking skills√Mountain life×
I continue to dislike it... I feel like the heroine is so unintelligent that she doesn't even remember SARS. The same goes for the "strange cold" before. Readers can guess Poppy and she can ignore it.
... I don't like this oolong plot, I just want to see getting rich
They both have the same household registration, so how can the male and female protagonists be together? Are they pseudo-brothers and sisters?
Love is deep in the rainy part! ! I have a deep impression, and I feel very sorry for Yi Ping.
I think Noila Mo and Wei Yanfeng's father can write a novel alone, but the policy does not allow for similar
You must have no children. . . . A one-month-old baby's neck is not stiff at all. . .
I feel that there is something wrong with the price system. A box of crayfish costs 10 yuan. In other words, the price at that time was about 15 years behind the current price? Then at this time, contracting a fish pond costs 10,000, which is estimated to be the price a few years ago. The system is so confusing.
I guess it was a misunderstanding that Father Lin eloped in the last life!
Ih xa awx g ms
Good cooking skills√Mountain life×
I continue to dislike it... I feel like the heroine is so unintelligent that she doesn't even remember SARS. The same goes for the "strange cold" before. Readers can guess Poppy and she can ignore it.
... I don't like this oolong plot, I just want to see getting rich
They both have the same household registration, so how can the male and female protagonists be together? Are they pseudo-brothers and sisters?
Love is deep in the rainy part! ! I have a deep impression, and I feel very sorry for Yi Ping.
I think Noila Mo and Wei Yanfeng's father can write a novel alone, but the policy does not allow for similar
You must have no children. . . . A one-month-old baby's neck is not stiff at all. . .