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Zhang Qian opened the door, and in came the seventh child, Zhang Kun, and his future siblings. Big and small bags, Zhang Qian knew, they were all bought for the wedding. His wife, Xiu Ming, was already cooking, so he asked the young couple to wash their hands immediately and eat together. "With my mother's temper," Zhang Kun made sure to talk about it first, "Nothing can be said. There is no hope of getting married at home." "It's impossible to get married without being allowed to get married? This is impossible." Zhang Gan said. "The wedding date has been set and it's time to get married. If you object for one day or two days, just delay it. If it takes one year, two years, ten years or eight years, why do we still have to wait for one, two, ten years or eight years?" "There is really no way." Zhang Kun said, "Originally, I said I would not get married. It's not that I don't want to get married, but my mother doesn't agree, so we can't get married."

The book "History of Deep Love" contains more than 70 short and exquisite stories with rich themes, especially love. These stories take place in different eras and different places, but the lingering pathos and entanglements are the same, and the sadness and lamentation they cause are also consistent. At the same time, this is also a book of reading or rewriting - these stories all come from reading, and are all newly compiled by Hua Di. The source of the story is indicated after each title. The author is a doctor of classical literature, a new novelist, and a poet. He is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and has a strong ability to transform the past into the present. He has rewritten them in concise and delicate language.

This is a story class training system specially developed for local creators. In the practice of front-line screenwriting and writing teaching for many years, teacher Liu Liduo is well versed in the rules and needs of China's story industry, as well as the bottlenecks and confusions of domestic creators. Through this book, she aims to use the insights of insiders to draw novices into the story gate and push it to the public consumers. This set of quite hard-core courses will "straight to the heart" like Zen, pulling ordinary people into the door of stories in one fell swoop - 7 main courses are linked together, and original story creation plans that adapt to Chinese people's thinking are proposed; 14 assignments surround the main course, like meticulous needlework With your feet, you sew the theory into the end of your pen. As long as you complete it carefully, you will be able to witness the birth of the first story in your life. In addition, there are a large number of practical materials such as book lists, questionnaires, tips, etc. To help you find your style, find your positioning, determine your track, and plan a writing path with clear prospects. All of this will help you create a story that excites the market-maybe it's the next talked-about story IP!

When I got in the car, I looked back and saw a crossroads. There were some melon seed shells and sugar cane peels on the ground. I saw Xiao Nan in yellow clothes eating melon seeds and laughing. She went out last year and came back this year. When she went out, I hadn't gone out yet. Alas, I haven't gone out. Isn't this the first time? But I knew I had to get out sooner or later. It's too late to leave now. My little fan has been out for several years, and she is several years younger than me. At first they went to Guangdong, then to Beijing, then to Zhengzhou, and now they go everywhere.

Chen Dong walked out of the empty corridor of Liujian Guest House and walked downstairs alone. He stepped on the cement steps, and his leather shoes made a thumping sound on the floor. Surrounded by newly painted walls, there were specks of lime everywhere on the cement. Chen Dong didn't let himself step on those specks, but it was inevitable that he would step on a few. There was the smell of fresh lime in the corridor. This smell seemed familiar, and it suddenly took him to a certain time in the past. He walked downstairs into a flood-like humid weather. The trees were all dark green, the air was moist and slippery, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. When he touched it with his hands, his skin was extremely moist.