Strictly speaking, this is a series: one book made up of N stories. Each story stands alone. Since writing a separate blurb for every story would be torture for someone like me who's terrible at blurbs, I've gathered them all together. The book is titled Miscellany from Xixi. The word miscellany means a collection of assorted writings. In this book, I'll tell all kinds of short stories, some assorted and even bizarre. Of course, they're all original.
Let me explain the book's three-no principles: no connections, no limits, and no responsibility.
No connections means each story stands alone. No limits means the stories can go anywhere, but they'll never be a disorganized jumble. No responsibility means that if reading any of these stories causes you any adverse effects, I accept no liability.
One last thing: since the stories are all independent, updates will be irregular. That means you don't have to worry about waiting for the next installment, and I can avoid the awkwardness of being nagged to update. But I do want to stress one point: I finish each little story before publishing it, so none of the stories will be abandoned. If a story is longer, I'll post it in several chapters.
Please read the blurb carefully. If you understand it, then you can start reading.
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There are so many ghosts in July and a half...
Every time I went to my hometown to celebrate July and a half, my dad told me a lot of weird stories = =
A bit... His eldest uncle's previous house was still in the countryside, right?
I don't know what other rural areas are like... The floors in my hometown were all made of cement in the past.
The ground is uneven and people generally don't sleep on mats on the ground.
In summer in the countryside, I usually take a nap or sleep at night on a bamboo mat.
I lived on the top floor until I was seventeen.
One on the fifth floor and one on the seventh floor
The sound of marbles was not impressive, but the sound of water droplets was very impressive...
Is the driver Tang Jie?
I've almost figured out the rest... There's one thing I can't figure out, which is what the driver said: "I'll come see you again in three years."
What does this sentence mean?
As for individual stories, Xiaoliu wrote them very well~
But it's not advisable to watch it at night. . .
Catching Bugs Dreamland
Two questions: It was said before that it was a Chinese tunic suit, and this chapter said it was a shroud. Our shrouds here are all Tang suits... So...
Wasn't classmate A blind because of the plane crash? Why can he still see himself reflected in the glass window?
Or... Well, it's all his imagination, imagining a world in which he can live. That's how dreams sometimes exist.
Darkness, ah, sweetness... Brother Sixteen actually loves wontons, right~
The last smile. . . . .
The last sentence is quite meaningful.
Is this finished?
It's nice, I feel like I'm not alone in this room. . . .
There are so many ghosts in July and a half... Every time I went to my hometown to celebrate July and a half, my dad told me a lot of weird stories = = A bit... His eldest uncle's previous house was still in the countryside, right? I don't know what other rural areas are like... The floors in my hometown were all made of cement in the past. The ground is uneven and people generally don't sleep on mats on the ground. In summer in the countryside, I usually take a nap or sleep at night on a bamboo mat.
I lived on the top floor until I was seventeen. One on the fifth floor and one on the seventh floor The sound of marbles was not impressive, but the sound of water droplets was very impressive...
Is the driver Tang Jie? I've almost figured out the rest... There's one thing I can't figure out, which is what the driver said: "I'll come see you again in three years." What does this sentence mean?
As for individual stories, Xiaoliu wrote them very well~ But it's not advisable to watch it at night. . .
Catching Bugs Dreamland Two questions: It was said before that it was a Chinese tunic suit, and this chapter said it was a shroud. Our shrouds here are all Tang suits... So... Wasn't classmate A blind because of the plane crash? Why can he still see himself reflected in the glass window? Or... Well, it's all his imagination, imagining a world in which he can live. That's how dreams sometimes exist. Darkness, ah, sweetness... Brother Sixteen actually loves wontons, right~
The last smile. . . . .
The last sentence is quite meaningful.
Is this finished? It's nice, I feel like I'm not alone in this room. . . .
= =The last smile~~
So scared...-.-!