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Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

Xiaochang, an emerging writer born in the 1980s, is a member of the Guangxi Writers Association, a native of Guanxian County, Shandong Province, born in 1982, and a university teacher. He has published several short stories and short stories in magazines such as "Northern Literature", "Yellow River Literature", and "Yanhe". Now lives in Beihai, Guangxi.

In recent years, Xiao Jian has felt that life has been extremely strange. Not only has his body changed strangely, but the people he meets have also become increasingly strange. My colleagues and subordinates are strange, my girlfriend is also strange... The old man is getting weirder and weirder... I always feel like there are strange eyes staring at me from behind when I walk on the street, but when I look back, there is nothing... The stars in the sky are also strange, they always lose their brilliance the moment they look up... I have been fond of the moon since I was a child. Is Chang'e expressing that infinite tenderness? Is it strange that Xuan left? The last unreasonable strange thing is: Will I die?

I really wanted to see her eyes, but she wore a pair of toad glasses. The lenses are big, and I can see my little shadow inside, as well as the tall buildings and the sky. The tall buildings are behind me and the sky is above my head. We shook hands and talked. Her upper lip is thin and curved. I knew she wanted to give me a naughty smile. She said she should give her a hug. I leaned forward and pressed against him, but I still stuck my butt out. Three days ago, she contacted me. As soon as I heard her voice, I realized that so much time had passed. Three months ago, I had an erotic dream. She was as happy as a horse on me. When I woke up, I saw another woman lying next to me. I felt very guilty. Three years ago, I knelt in front of her and asked her to stay. She kept shaking her head, so I stood up from her and decided to never have anything to do with her.

He sat down on the stone. The stone was a little cold, and he realized that he was sitting on a stone. Pat the stone under your butt and remember the past. Coming from stones, do we have to go to stones? The stones in the Heavenly Palace always look both real and illusory. He sat on a rock and watched the clouds and breezes for a long time, which didn't look like him at all. He's a monkey, or at least like one. He decided to act like a monkey and act like a monkey. Hold your arms, bend your hands downward naturally, and retract your head into your chest. As soon as the calf exerted force, the body jumped slightly and jumped up. He jumped to a higher stone, put up an awning with his backhand and gazed into the distance. The little hand is curved like a crescent moon, placed on the forehead to block the strong sunlight. My eyes were blurry and I couldn't see anything. Not even Nantianmen could be seen, and he began to feel as depressed as ever.