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[Double cultivation of good and evil, affectionate little poor Chen Sheng x gentle beauty Tandu]
Modern + campus + crazy male protagonist + weak and beautiful female protagonist
Micro science fiction, the male protagonist has a bit of a fantasy disease
When she was six years old, she saw the red cassock at the corner of the Buddha's clothes moving in a crowded temple. It was definitely not an evil wind.
She bravely lifted up the red gauze studded with jewels, and underneath was a little boy who looked about the same age as her.
His mouth was filled with the tribute cakes that should have been on the tribute platform. When he found Tan Du looking at her, he stopped chewing with his red mouth, held the Buddha's feet with his fair-skinned hands, and kowtowed one after another...
In the afternoon of the same day, Tan Du saw him again. He was looking at the red bean cake on the counter, with longing in his eyes.
She walked closer to him, facing the dusk light.
"Can you recite a poem for me?"
The little boy listened and looked up.
"Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more. This thing... Is the most loved."
Tan Du bought a box of red bean cake, slowly tore open the wrapping paper with her slender white hands, broke off a large piece and handed it to him, and spoke in the tone that her mother often taught her.
"Everything must be done in a transaction of equal value. You memorized the poem for me, and I will give you the red bean cake."
The little boy listened and reached out to grab it in the air.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll take off the longest shadow of the day and give it to you."
The debt of one heartbeat took Chen Sheng the rest of his life to redeem.
A thousand and one scars covered his back densely. Sometimes before the hole heals, another Taoist will step on it and grow wantonly.
Because Tandu had brought her a thousand and one sweetness in total, and he would never forget the warmth and brightness soaked in the honeypot. Even if the jar was full of knives, he would still be willing to jump in.
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Concept: A text that has been conceived for a long time