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Ten years ago, he hated him for killing the apprentice he loved most, and he hated him for a whole ten years. Ten years later, when he received the news of his death, he realized that the murder case contained all the truth that he had shouldered alone. In the first seven souls, no one in the mourning hall knew that the "evil man" who was reviled by thousands of people had died ten years ago.

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This novel is not a novel, is it? Instead, there are some stories connected together, which are the worldview and outline of some novels. Writers can use the worldview I gave based on the stories to write out the content of the novel in detail. These are all my thoughts, but you can also follow my thoughts and write on. I read a lot of information when writing these things.

I was once trapped in the rain when I was seventeen, envious of my perfect self in the parallel world. I once lost a loved one and fell into despair repeatedly in the middle of the night, unwilling to wake up. I once struggled with my original family, struggled with mediocrity, and sank in regret. After going through fantasy, loss, redemption and reconciliation, I finally stood at the end of memory and shook hands with my seventeen-year-old self. This is the whole life of a young man, from confusion to sobriety, from addiction to relief. Dedicated to all those in darkness who never give up the light.

When I saw the drooping sunflower in Florence, I had no idea I would forget its name. Just like when I met Zhou Yu, I didn't know that he was a genius who was being crushed by "plagiarism", and that I was the one whose memory was being stolen. I used my remaining sobriety to enter his gloomy canvas world and cleanse his reputation. He said he was a dark cloud and would never be worthy of the light. I smiled and pointed to the broken light spots in his painting: "But when the dark clouds split, what was revealed was heaven." During the rainy season when we fell in love, gardenias bloomed like crazy. He remembered for me all the tenderness that I was forgetting, and I taught him how to live with the shadows. When forgetfulness finally overwhelmed my head, I said: "Don't worry, you have to finish painting all the dusk and then come to heaven to find me. I know the way." Five years later, his exhibition made the world cry. In the last painting "Sunflowers in Oil Painting", the flower plate is filled with dazzling light-- In every ray of light, there is Florence Luo, whom we met for the first time, and two figures who will never be separated.

Spend half your life learning to live and see people's hearts clearly. The first half of my life was full of confusion, joy and regret, all experienced one by one. The story is not long, but the years are long. All the ups and downs and sadness are fixed in the first half of life. Make peace with the past and move on to the next journey.

Zhang Yunlei's master-disciple story, he is a fan if he doesn't attract bad guys Please do not rise to the throne. Daily life after becoming a disciple

She once lived through a long rain in her heart, and it wasn't until she traveled all over the mountains and rivers that she realized that she had already lived a sunny life. This is the growth story of an ordinary girl, describing the sensitivity and unwillingness of youth, the breakup of friendship, the glimmer of secret love, and the gentle redemption of finally learning to reconcile with herself and holding up a rainless sky for her children.

In the twelfth lunar month of 1953, Chen Dehou, a Feng Shui master in the northeastern countryside, encountered four strange knocks on the door late at night. Villager Liu Tiesheng came to ask for help when he was possessed by evil spirits. He told the story of how a coffin was dug up during the reinforcement of the reservoir, and the two brothers of the Zhou family pretended to identify the body to get compensation. Liu Tiesheng hanged himself in the toilet at home that night. The grandfather traced the truth and discovered the so-called

When a perfect murder occurs in a perfect community, who is acting and who is real? Los Angeles upscale gated community\

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Love is a serenade under the starry sky, as gentle as the faint light pouring from the Milky Way, and as melodious as the evening wind blowing over the strings of a piano.

The book is a collection of poems based on the personal growth process as a timeline, recording one's own creative process (the time after the work is the time after the work is updated and completed. Special: add "Zuo" as the work of the day) The harp is playing in my ears, I should be sitting in the countryside, I don't pay attention to the foreign clothes, I compose poems to show my allegiance.

Copywriting: Lecture Room Gu Changning: Lin Meng, please answer the content of Article 193 of the Criminal Law Lin Meng quickly took off his headphones and stood up and said awkwardly: I don't remember! Gu Changning glanced at her coldly: After class, come to my office! Lin Meng sat down under the contemptuous eyes of everyone. Gu Changning: Sitting in the twelfth row in the middle, sixth from the left, girl wearing a white T-shirt, please tell me about the content of Article 160 of the Criminal Law. The students looked at each other and finally realized, isn't this still Lin Meng? Lin Meng stood up in the gloating eyes of his classmates and whispered: I don't remember! Gu Changning's cold eyes glanced at Lin Meng again: Copy the content of item 160 fifty times and bring it to me before the next get out of class. During the ten-minute break between classes, Lin Meng borrowed a classmate's pink vest to wear in order to avoid suspicion, and sat down in the last row on the left side of the aisle by the window. She thought to herself, you should stop calling me this time! Who knows Sitting on the left side of the aisle, in the last row by the window, the girl wearing a pink vest, please answer: In the crime of job embezzlement, how much fraud is considered a crime? Gu Changning's cold voice came again. It took Lin Meng a long time to realize that he was calling her. Her heart was already racing. She stood up and rubbed her hair, and said awkwardly: I don't remember! Hahaha, the whole class burst into laughter! A clear light flashed in Gu Changning's eyes, and he said with a half-smile: Okay, very good, write the content of item 193 fifty times again. This time, come to my office to write after class! Hahahaha, the whole class was defeated! Lin Meng was completely confused: Did this boss have any grudge against me in his previous life?

Everyone knows that Qi Min is the most obedient dog of the eldest lady. Qi Min was almost tired of hearing these words since he was a child. After he made up his mind to get rid of Jian Ruoruo, he regretted it. Miss, look back at me. I am your most obedient puppy, right? I just can't figure it out. You can't abandon me. Jian Ruoruo, come back

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Xiang Yangsheng, an autistic boy, meets Li Guangming, who is blind but Xiang Yangsheng. She redeemed his world, and he finally turned into the starlight in her eyes. When light returned to the world, she embarked on the road to find him, but at the end of her longing, she encountered an unexpected accident.

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From the origin of the universe to the daily lives of ordinary people, there is no place that does not exist in Ruocai's imagination.

Abo was trapped in Baoding for three years. He had to be in the heavy rain every night. He watched Han Wenwen turn into mist and dissipate. His fingertips couldn't keep even a trace of warmth, and he didn't even have time to say a word of condolence. She came back as a lonely soul and promised him to accompany her day and night, seven or seven forty-nine days, but the end point was marked from the beginning of this reunion, and the affection was to the extreme, leaving only the regret that gnaws at the bones, and the unwillingness to say goodbye.

I have been fond of writing random reflections on life since middle school. Those short words are to relieve emotions and moods, so I compiled a collection of essays called "Winter Remembering Autumn".

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Urban Youth × Two-way Secret Love × Ambiguous Pulling You believe that there is a kind of emotion that, once it begins to sprout, will be out of control. After you are truly attracted to the other person, every time you meet is a heart-pounding moment. The moment you get close, your whole person seems to be roasted by the summer heat and is in urgent need of cold air to cool down. However, when the cold air comes, happiness begins to show signs... "Jiang Lai, were you teasing me just now?" "No... No" "Oh" "You look a little disappointed" "... Well, kind of" It's over, she\u002FDoes he like me?

With a fox mask and an unexpected collision, she ran into his arms and shattered her half-life obsession. He is a gentle prince and a chess player; she is an infatuated lady and a murderer. Broken fingers, bronze rings, Yunnan evil spirits, palace conspiracy... Layers of mystery were lifted, and he personally admitted: "I killed the person." She pulled out the hairpin at her, but he used it to kill himself, saying softly: "I will go to your hell." The dried forget-me-nots fell from my sleeves. That year, my face turned into a sadomasochism. (Sadism\u002F Machiavellianism\u002F Revenge\u002FBE)

When the wind blows, the sound of the piano tells me that you have been here...

The script is a short story written casually. The male protagonist is Xing Mo and the female protagonist is Qiu Qimian. The article is purely fictitious.

Modern people travel through time to a wasteland where the weak and the strong eat each other. With knowledge and brains, start as a refugee, conquer strong reinforcements, and explore the truth behind the destruction of the world. Rebuild civilization on the ruins and become a "general star" shining on the scorched earth...

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This is my personal anthology, which contains all the poems, scripts, essays, argumentative essays, lyrical essays, commentaries, and various reflections and studies that I have written from high school to now. It can be said to be a valuable asset in life. Now I publish it on this platform, firstly, so that these words will not be buried in the dust of history, but can at least shine for a short time; secondly, I hope to find like-minded people here to communicate and exchange writing and ideas.

I just joined the broadcasting department that year and met Chen Can, a senior who had dropped out of school. We chatted about everything on QQ, and the gift he gave me was only for me. I thought it was a two-way street, but after I confessed my love, I made him think about it all night, and we never contacted him again. Four years later, I sent him a greeting on his birthday, and I realized that some love could only end up on my lips and be hidden by the years.

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The shadow of the sword returns from the dream.

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Li Tiezhu, an ordinary takeaway boy, delivered a takeaway to a deserted cemetery, but was struck by lightning and fell into the strange story of Infinite Flow Rules. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an iron bump bursting out of the coffin. He patted his shoulder and said seriously: "Hello, my designated partner, I am Optimus Prime." Li Tiezhu:? ? ? Brother, you've gone to the Pacific Ocean for drama, right? From then on, the whole style of reincarnation space completely went off the rails. In the copy of the zombie community, others were scared and ran away. Optimus Prime spoke Cybertronian to negotiate with the zombies. He turned the zombies into little brothers and took the initiative to hand over cans every day. In the copy of the clan ancestral hall, others worshiped their ancestors with trepidation. Optimus Prime was regarded as the "appearance of the robot ancestor", and the whole village knelt to offer him a pig's head. In the copy of Company 996, others were squeezed into pieces by their bosses. Optimus Prime didn't need to eat or sleep. He became the head of the department in three days, forcing his boss to carry the train and run away overnight. The system pops up like crazy: [Warning! Abnormal player detected! Please stop breaking the dungeon rules immediately! Li Tiezhu squatted on Optimus Prime's shoulder with a cigarette in his mouth: "It's so noisy, didn't you see my brother Zhuzhu making supper for the ghost?" The other reincarnators collectively collapsed: "Help! These two are not here to clear the level at all, they are here to dismantle the reincarnation space!"

"The Lights Are Warm Here" is a love letter to ordinary days. Those seemingly ordinary moments in life are the warmth that life quietly lights up. It writes about the love at the farewell station, the sweetness of a difficult life, and the unspoken concerns between people. What this essay records is such a moment, just somewhere in the world, I light a small lamp and write about what I see and hear, and my own feelings. The words may be as plain as the light that is still on in the convenience store late at night, but we always need some warmth, right? If you have ever been on the road late at night, missed someone, or felt the days were a little cold, I hope this book can give you a little warmth.

This book is a realistic novella that focuses on young people who have returned to their hometowns to help revitalize the countryside. The content of the story is all literary and artistic creations, and the names of the characters in the book are all pseudonyms. The story is set in Desheng Town, Suishan County (now Xiqiao Town, Yingshan County), and tells the passionate journey of ten like-minded classmates, including Deng Jingchuan, Deng Litao, Liu Qingsong, and Tao Bingran, who resolutely bid farewell to the high-paying workplaces in the city. With sincerity and love for their hometown, they returned to their hometowns to join hands in rural construction. This group of young people with their own specialties faced many difficulties such as weak infrastructure in their hometown, unsaleable agricultural products, ecological damage, brain drain, and doubts from villagers. They worked together and worked together to face the difficulties, solve the problems with hard work, and warm the hearts of the people with their original intentions. They have deeply cultivated ecological agriculture, built digital e-commerce, built rural cultural tourism, improved rural infrastructure, reshaped rural civilization, and overcome many challenges such as shortage of funds, conflicts and disputes, and market disturbances along the way. They used their expertise and sweat to awaken the sleepy countryside, and drove the villagers to go on the road to prosperity. Finally, they revitalized the lonely rural areas and wrote a youthful chapter in which young people in the new era take root in the countryside, fulfill their missions, and contribute to the overall revitalization of the countryside, fully demonstrating the responsibility of youth and local warmth. About the author: Zhengyu, formerly known as Deng Huchuan, nicknamed Qinglian Yashi, is a native of Yingshan, Sichuan, a young writer, a freelance writer, an educator, a member of the China Educational Technology Association, a member of the China Family Education Association, a member of the China Occupational Safety and Health Association, a member of the China Standardization Association, a member of the Sichuan Education Society, a member of the Sichuan Youth Writers Association, a member of the Sichuan Amateur Radio Association, and a member of the Nanchong Writers Association.

Here is a collection of my short stories. My daily life and fantasies are recorded here.

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When Jiang Yueying married Xie Juan, everyone said she was lucky because she had a face similar to her sister's and was able to marry into a wealthy family. She knew very well that she was just a substitute. But because she had a crush on Xie Juan, she was willing to be a substitute for the rest of her life. It wasn't until she was fifty years old that she heard Xie Jun say to her friends, "It would have been better if Jiang Mingyue hadn't died..." She covered her chest with trembling hands and fell down the stairs. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in high school. This time she chose to stay away from their love.

There is intrigue among all the villains