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Collection of Short Stories
Short Fiction小短篇合集
Orange Double Skin Milk
Some short stories about imaginative ideas, such as - if so-and-so does not enter the palace.
Some short stories about imaginative ideas, such as - if so-and-so does not enter the palace.
末世小人物的日常
Orange Double Skin Milk
①Apocalyptic wasteland series, male protagonist's perspective. ②Tell about Qiu's daily life. ③There are no cheats, and there may be no CP in the end. ④This is a new book for a newbie, so please forgive me for the poor writing style. ⑤The work situation changes, and the update period is uncertain but it will definitely not be a problem. ⑥Narcissus body, male protagonist with schizotypal personality. -----The serious dividing line------ Staggered forward and threw himself on the bed, the smell of mold lingering on the tip of his nose. Mr. Bed hasn't seen the sun for a long time, he thought. The ends of his eyes were drooped, and it seemed like someone was speaking loudly in his ears. He listened carefully and the words gradually became clearer. A small voice asked: "Who are you?" He was stunned. "Who am I?" He thought for a while. "It seems, it's called autumn." Children's laughter came from the dark night, as if riding on the wind, it gradually drifted away.
①Apocalyptic wasteland series, male protagonist's perspective. ②Tell about Qiu's daily life. ③There are no cheats, and there may be no CP in the end. ④This is a new book for a newbie, so please forgive me for the poor writing style. ⑤The work situation changes, and the update period is uncertain but it will definitely not be a problem. ⑥Narcissus body, male protagonist with schizotypal personality. -----The serious dividing line------ Staggered forward and threw himself on the bed, the smell of mold lingering on the tip of his nose. Mr. Bed hasn't seen the sun for a long time, he thought. The ends of his eyes were drooped, and it seemed like someone was speaking loudly in his ears. He listened carefully and the words gradually became clearer. A small voice asked: "Who are you?" He was stunned. "Who am I?" He thought for a while. "It seems, it's called autumn." Children's laughter came from the dark night, as if riding on the wind, it gradually drifted away.