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Xuanyuan Sword Fu
Short Fiction轩辕剑赋
Zhou Lijun
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Our Current Student Union
General Fiction我们这一届学生会
Zhou Lijun
Xiao Mu looked at her lonely back, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and exhaled it heavily, feeling an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Under his feet, a small white flower was swaying in the breeze. Looking at it, a series of chaotic pictures appeared in front of his eyes - the story tells the story of what happened in the era when the country began to resume college entrance examinations after the "Gang of Four" was crushed. This is also an era where old and new ideas alternate. Passion and confusion coexist, excitement and depression coexist. This is a unique history worth recording.
Xiao Mu looked at her lonely back, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and exhaled it heavily, feeling an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Under his feet, a small white flower was swaying in the breeze. Looking at it, a series of chaotic pictures appeared in front of his eyes - the story tells the story of what happened in the era when the country began to resume college entrance examinations after the "Gang of Four" was crushed. This is also an era where old and new ideas alternate. Passion and confusion coexist, excitement and depression coexist. This is a unique history worth recording.

Xi'an Chase
General Fiction西安大追捕
Zhou Lijun
Wei Zhenhai, nicknamed "Xiao Hei", is 27 years old and originally from Yuncheng County, Shandong Province. Violent criminal gangs commit crimes such as robbery, murder, and drug trafficking.
Wei Zhenhai, nicknamed "Xiao Hei", is 27 years old and originally from Yuncheng County, Shandong Province. Violent criminal gangs commit crimes such as robbery, murder, and drug trafficking.

Iron-blooded Police Spirit
General Fiction铁血警魂
Zhou Lijun
This was the autumn of 1987. The green gauze tents beside the road were deep and dense, rustling in the breeze. Through the car window, you can see tall mountains of gangue. There were pennants planted on the derrick on the top of the mountain. The flags were fluttering in the wind and sun, and their original colors were no longer visible.
This was the autumn of 1987. The green gauze tents beside the road were deep and dense, rustling in the breeze. Through the car window, you can see tall mountains of gangue. There were pennants planted on the derrick on the top of the mountain. The flags were fluttering in the wind and sun, and their original colors were no longer visible.