JJWXC catalogue
Books by 抽屉
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A Dream Woven in Shadows 隐姿梦咄
The willow fluff at Baqiao was silent, the waters of Qianjin Dam flowed on without end, hair once worn loose was now pinned up, and the seasons in the two capitals kept waxing and waning. Ji Shao waited in Luoyang. Zhang Fang waited in Chang'an. Even when they occasionally looked up at the bright moon, their gazes never met. They did not yet know the other existed, and rank or family background meant nothing to them. They only felt a little lonely in the quiet of night, with no thought of foe
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A Salute to the Saint Seiya! The Metal Chronicles 向圣斗士致敬！金属列纪
A tribute to Saint Seiya! The Metal Chronicle Premise:
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Whose Perfect Match 谁家璧人
He was the last peerless beauty of the Western Jin. Like a wall, the crowd watched a brief, chaotic, and breathtaking age fade away. On June 20, 312 AD, Wei Jie transmigrated through Jianye. Sima Rui was waiting for him, or perhaps not... “People had long heard of his reputation, and the onlookers crowded around him like a wall. Wei Jie had always been frail and unable to bear exertion, and so he fell ill and died. People of the time said, ‘Wei Jie was watched to death.’” The ending was like a
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Madam Xuyu 须臾夫人
“Don’t worry about me anymore,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to die soon.” Theme:
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[RG Veda] Secret Affair [圣传] 私 通
When I came back, I started bleeding. Jialuo panicked and called for a doctor, who told the Asura King with some amusement, “During pregnancy, you should refrain from sex.” My husband, the Asura King whom the world revered, stood backlit, his face probably turning green... He had actually known all along. I was having an affair with another man. Premise:
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The Adventures of Love, Fun, and Three Wandering Souls 爱趣三漫游记
Goodbye. See you again in five hundred and seventy years! Ai Qu San stroked the hairline cracks in the blue-glazed white porcelain, as if he could hear the sea roaring once more. Before the curtain rose on a world in upheaval, amid the spray of the void, the Feilian, destined to be shattered on hidden reefs, plowed through the waves.
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[RG Veda] Hidden [圣传] 藏
The whole city of Shanjian was alive with song and dance. No one mourned the loss of his daughter. He wondered whether he ought to go on strike. At least then this band of murderous thugs and their idle onlookers would be unable to get drunk. Just then, he heard a sob coming from the air vent of the water prison. Jiuyou. He had never dared greet her before, for fear of being accused of colluding with the enemy. Now he no longer cared. “Even someone as perceptive as you can’t escape being trappe
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[Daughter of the Nile] Daughter of the Muddy Snail River [尼罗河女儿]泥螺河女儿
Mother River Niluo, you have nurtured the people of Shangxia Aiji... Theme:
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Wild Grapevine 野葡萄藤
There are wild grapevines to eat beneath that tangle of trees to the west. Theme:
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Running in Three Directions 朝三个方向奔跑
But time roars on in three directions, and I have no reason to stop. I keep cutting ties with the past, changing to a new name, getting a new ID card, finding new greetings and new arguments. I’ll dream new dreams while napping on a park bench beneath falling leaves... Australia is right before my eyes! Theme:
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The Rotten Tree 烂 柯
A year passed, and Keke didn’t go back to school. He stopped leaving his room altogether. The next year, he didn’t come out to visit his father’s grave. The third year, his mother had surgery, and he still didn’t come out. In the fourth year, Xiaofeng got a girlfriend, then they broke up, and he still didn’t come out... Theme:
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[The Strange Tales of the Demon Capital] Tang Si [王都妖奇谭] 唐 丝
“It’ll be another ten years before either of us can subdue the other,” Seimei said. She smiled gracefully, bowed slightly, and returned his shadow to him. Then she turned and stepped into the cherry trees. In an instant, the blossoms on every branch were as white as snow, like the woman’s skin. The wind stirred the falling petals like her hair, while a delicate fragrance lingered in the air, as though her wistful gaze still followed him closely. Theme:
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Pillowcase 枕套子
I believe every bit of explanatory text contains some kind of hint.
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[RG Veda] Boredom [圣传] 沉 闷
In short, I’m a dangerous misanthrope. After turning over the usual fruitless thoughts about causes and consequences, looking back and looking ahead, and shifting back and forth through the timeline, I happened to meet him as I came down the stairs. He was dressed beautifully, like every country bumpkin who comes to the city. We could go for a drink, or not. I could ask about the fighting on the front lines, or not. I could cut off his head, use his skull as a chamber pot, and then say, “My
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White as Snow 麻衣似雪
Cai Ji opened his eyes. Young Master Cang was still lying beside him, face down, his head turned outward. The bedding covered him only to the waist, and the close-fitting shirt he wore to sleep, glowing red, stood out in the dim firelight. “Clothes as white as snow” must mean this, he thought.
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Casual Chat During the Shangyuan Festival 上元闲话
Huh? Who was Fei Lian? His real name was Yan, and fifty or sixty years ago he was hailed as the bravest warrior in Yue, despite being a man of Chu. He was a handsome one-eyed man. Before King Yunchang took the throne, whenever someone rubbed him the wrong way, Fei Lian would go “chop” and cut off that person’s head. The two were as close as brothers, though that wasn’t quite right: Yunchang was particularly ruthless toward his actual brothers. They shared everything, including their spoils... Th
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[RG Veda] Lackey [圣传] 走 狗
Indra was a soldier through and through: clear in his goals, decisive in action, and immaculate in appearance. His armor was always gleaming bright. He had a genius for judging music and poetry, and impeccable taste. Above all, he despised short, plump women and pregnant women. I still remember a joke he shared with Vaisravana: “Without women, all power and wealth would lose their meaning.” And his reply: “With power and wealth, all women lose their meaning.” Premise:
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[RG Veda] The Fall of Trayastrimsa Heaven [圣传]仞利天的陷落
Those who usually watched bloody fights in the arenas of Shanjian with boundless delight now witnessed the great waterborne clash in this phantom city with boundless anguish... Then everything became legend. The Heavenly Emperor’s head hung in Shanjian, and the last legitimate emperor of the heavens gloriously met his fated end, perishing together with his empire. Premise:
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[RG Veda] Thunder Emperor [圣传] 雷 帝
“Bring your own horse. You must be brave or honest!” the old soldier said cheerfully. “Can I join the Asura Army? I like them, those wild poets!” “That won't do. Your bloodline isn't right.” The boy smiled and let go of the carriage. “What's your name, young man?” The old soldier had only just begun to speak when the military vehicle rounded the mountain pass and the boy vanished into the swirling dust. But then the old soldier's face lit up with amazement: a neighing white horse burst through
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[Faceless] The Empty-Nest City [无颜]空巢城
Losing face is a gradual process. By the time you suddenly realize it, it’s already too late., Opening of "Faceless"
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When Will We Meet Again? 今夕何夕
What night is this, as I gather the river grass in the middle of the stream? What day is this, as I get to share a boat with the prince? Though I am ashamed to be favored, I do not resent the scorn and disgrace. My heart is restless, yet I cannot let go. I have come to know the prince. The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches. I love you, but you do not know. Everyone’s wisdom has its limits. Some people are landmarks others can only ever hope to reach. Theme:
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[The Enchanted Tales of the Capital] A Place in the Morning Sun [王都妖奇谭] 朝阳的场所
“Who am I? The dew that falls from a lotus petal, a reflection lost in meditation by the lake, a dragonfly faded on a sleeve, wisteria leaned upon at parting, a scroll of Sanskrit that transmigrates through the spirit world. I am a string of questions left out of the dialogue and missing from the register...” Now, there he is: Abe no Seimei, the onmyoji who can foresee the future, judge fortune and misfortune, and create countless miracles. Premise:
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[The Enchanted Tales of the Capital] Sea of Fossils [王都妖奇谭] 化石之海
Abe no Seimei, an onmyoji of Japan’s Heian period, was born in 921 and died in 1005. Countless legends about him have been passed down to this day. This is the story of his life before he became known as “the Onmyoji of the Age.” In 927 AD, China was in the second year of the Tiancheng era under Later Tang. In Japan, it was the fifth year of the Encho era. The Heian-era legal code Engishiki had just been completed, and its regulations for the Ministry of the Treasury stipulated that an onmyoji
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The Worries of a Young Man 少年维持之烦恼
Every piece of fried tofu has a difference between its appearance and its true nature. Theme:
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Two Hundred Years Later 两百年后
“Every secret is waiting for one particular person. Once that person arrives, the secret disappears.” The executioner carefully brushed the bamboo shavings into a cage and held it out. “This is yours.” “Then what’s yours?” “The ghosts.” Theme:
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The Heraklion War 赫楞战争
“This is nothing,” a former police officer told Claytiff Gill Pan, shaking his head. “It’s a classic gang-fight tactic. Every year, people hang themselves in our park, and lovers go in and stab each other. These guys even went in to fight without buying tickets... You’re making too much of it. Maybe our grandfathers were guerrillas or something, but these days everyone’s an only child. Where would guerrillas come from?” Theme:
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