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Lin Fan lives a dull life, is confused about the future, and longs for something for nothing. In an extremely "tragic" or "tragic" moment (such as failing an exam, being scolded by the boss, failing a blind date), the [Shadow Counterattack and Winning System] was accidentally bound.

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During their childhood days, Su Wan thought that the love between her and Lin Yubai could transcend mountains and seas. She went to the ocean to pursue her dream, and he stood there and made a promise to wait for her. But during the long wait, a similar face quietly broke in. The gentle substitute became his comfort to relieve his longing, and his love was quietly misplaced in his company day after day. When Su Wan returned with the surprise of graduating early, what happened was a carnival in the city celebrating the substitute's birthday. He panicked and pushed away the people around him, his eager confession could not hide the traces of betrayal, but in the resentful eyes of the substitute, the seeds of revenge had already been planted. A well-planned frame-up and a few slanderous words that are difficult to distinguish between true and false are enough to make a deeply believed love collapse. He listened to the lie and pointed the sharp blade at his beloved with his own hands. When the cold fist fell, Su Wan saw clearly the strangeness and hatred in his eyes. After being heartbroken, she decided to turn around and disappear from his world. It wasn't until the truth surfaced that Lin Yubai was shocked to realize that he had crushed the most precious past with his own hands. He punished the substitute, but he could never find the girl whose heart and eyes were full of him. Green plums wither and sweet horses grow old. In this absurd farce in the name of love, no one is spared.

Their acquaintance was just a natural accident. Kunliang wanted to enjoy the spring breeze, but Shu Qingshu hated the spring breeze the most.

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Hanzhang can be chaste, or it may become a "past" thing, but it will have an end without success.

Xiaoxi has three wishes hidden in her heart. In order to realize these wishes, she came to the legendary wish house. Ah... Please. Xiaoxi prayed devoutly in her heart. "Once you go down this road, you can't go back..." "Are you ready?" "Yeah." In this way, Xiaoxi began her adventure. There is always a price to pay for the realization of wishes. After these trials, Xiaoxi finally realized her wish. Just... Is this really what she wants?

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When half a bronze door component engraved with mysterious symbiotic runes and the outline of a thousand-meter-high bronze giant door appeared in the depths of the ancient Dian Kingdom ruins in Yunnan's Worm Valley and the prehistoric mineral veins in Hebei's Cishan, a corner of an ancient secret that subverted cognition was revealed. Wu Yang, the last descendant of ancient Yunnan witchcraft, Yan Jiu, the ruthless "King of Hell" in the world of inversion, and Qin Mang, a retired scout with claustrophobia. These three strangers, trapped by their own fates and secrets, were forced to form a temporary team that did not trust each other. They must overcome the unpredictable Worm Valley Corpse Gu and the Cishan Light-devouring Bee Swarm, and merge the two bronze components into one in an underground world full of visual wonders and physical extreme challenges. However, when the giant bronze door opened slightly due to the return of its components, the strange black mist that seeped out from behind the door and could swallow the light and the "shadow" of living people indicated that a terrifying existence far beyond their imagination had awakened. What's even more deadly is that the hidden betrayal within the team and the family curse that was intertwined three hundred years ago are pushing them towards a bloody altar that has been carefully arranged for hundreds of years. The cost of survival and truth far exceeds their expectations.

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When the rigorous architect Lu Shiyan meets Mi Hui, a handicraft girl by the stream, his precise world begins to allow for errors. She paid for his handmade bamboo basket with a clay handprint, and it became his first "imperfect collection" outside of his drawings. His world is composed of precise straight lines and data, while her language is composed of gentle curves and moonlight. Straight lines begin to learn to bend, and curves find their direction of growth. From the dispute over the size of the bamboo lampshade to the quiet heartbeat of fireflies by the stream, he analyzes happiness in architectural terms, and she weaves tenderness with bamboo strips. Under the moonlight, he clumsily held out the bamboo basket he had woven and asked, "Can I stay and watch the stream flow through your fingers every day?" Straight lines and curves embraced here, and they found the gentlest arc of life in each other's eyes.

Bind the emotional rebate system, my girlfriend gets angry and I get rich My girlfriend thought I was poor and humiliated me in public in a luxury store. I turned around and bound the emotional rebate system, and the more she did it, the richer I became. She threw my phone, and the system credited her with 100,000 yuan in seconds. She called me a waste and added a million dollars to my account. She held the rich second generation's arm and taunted me, and I bought the entire shopping mall on the spot. My ex-girlfriend was dumbfounded and knelt down to beg for reconciliation. I hugged my new love and chuckled: "Keep scolding, I will lose if I go bankrupt." She grabbed my trousers like crazy: "How much money do you have?" I looked at the newly arrived 100 million on my phone and gently wiped away her tears: "Don't stop, the crazier you get, the richer I get."

The cold pain in the forbidden area during the rainy night was the shackles carved into Su Qingyuan's bones and blood. She never knew that the biting cold hid the sleeping magic fox Tushan Liyue, nor did she know that the poisonous black lotus mist of the fallen immortal Xuan Chen in the Demon Realm had quietly enveloped the Qinglian Sect's thousand-year spiritual veins. The nightmare of purple mist in the secret realm of enlightenment when she was a child, and the red-flame warm jade presented to her by her old friend Gu Yanci when she reunited, she only thought of it as a result of the cold illness and old friendship. She never thought that the lavender color in her spiritual power and the heaven-defying talent when refining alchemy all came from the passive blessing of the sea-conscious fox demon. The spiritual fields of the Qinglian Sect are withering away, the trade routes of the four sects are repeatedly troubled, the spiritual swords are rusting, the spiritual soil is cracked, and the sects are increasingly distrustful. Everyone thinks that the spiritual energy is unstable and the sects are at odds. Only Xuan Chen in the dark is working step by step - he wants the Qinglian True Water of the Qinglian Sect to refine the bone elixir, and wants to disturb the four sects' Xunwanling Fox Hearts, but he has never set his sights on the weak but amazing direct descendant of the Qinglian Sect. Su Qingyuan learned elixir from a teacher, and unlocked her talent with the fragments of the Qinglian tablet. The cold symptoms appeared and disappeared, the purple lines on her heart were hidden and hidden, and the nine-tailed fox shadow became more and more clear in her dream; Gu Yanci was concerned about her alchemy and cold syndrome, and Ayun, the lotus heart jade spirit body, was puzzled by her special physique, but no one saw through the truth about the phantom fox. The Fallen Immortal's layout is invisible, the Phantom Fox's foreshadowing is invisible, and the journey of Alchemy has just begun. The demon trapped in her body and the demon watching from a distance have already woven into a web that no one can break.

This is a collection of essays. I like coding and communicating with people, so I have been writing many short essays. So I began to think about writing a collection of notes and essays by learning from Zhang Zai's "Night Sailing Ship" and Duan Chengshi's "Youyang Zazu".

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This is a collection of short stories written randomly. The words may be long or short, and most of them are as concise as poetry, but each story hides a complete world. They carry a touch of sadness, like flowers that bloom quietly in different seasons, with different colors and unique fragrances. These words come from a moment of heartbeat, a moment of trance, or the flow of emotions when you are awake late at night. There is kindness and sincerity, as well as deception and malice; there is lonely moonlight and warm lights - just like the flickering lights and shadows in a mirror reflecting the state of mind. It is like a diary written to oneself, and also like a small whisper accidentally dropped in the circle of friends. There is no need to deliberately flip through it, just read a few lines at random, and maybe you will think of a similar moment. Because all the stories here are traces of the passage of time, and they are also flowers planted with my heart.

What seems like a band is actually a story of redemption "The author can't write the title of the novel..." Short story "The sun kissed his face, and his heart beat at the same frequency as the other three."

Friends and colleagues who knew Xiao Ran said that he was a cold brother, with no smile on his meticulous face. Even when facing suitors Chu Weiwei or Chen Yixuan, he was indifferent, which led many people to think that he was a pimple and did not understand the charm. Just when everyone thought he was sick, a person appeared and solved the problem of his life...

Some short stories to try

I hope to use my words to show everyone the society I see

Funny famous scenes

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Gao Cuilan, a modern social animal, accidentally transformed into Gao Cuilan, the daughter of Gao Laozhuang, just when Zhu Ganghe came to propose marriage. She sees through the hypocrisy of the world, is not afraid of rumors, and insists on marrying this honest man who is regarded as a "monster". On their wedding night, Zhu Gangxi confessed the past of Marshal Tianpeng being demoted, full of regret and promised to change his past. After getting married, Zhu Ganghe had a somewhat cunning, lazy and covetous temperament, but under Cuilan's supervision, he slowly restrained himself. He secretly saved his own money just to make her smile, and became a warm-hearted person praised by everyone in Gaolaozhuang. When the two masters and disciples who were studying for Buddhist scriptures passed by this place, Sun Wukong exposed Zhu Gangxi's identity and advised him to regain his righteousness. However, he resolutely chose to guard Cuilan and the smoke of the human world, turning the mundane fireworks into the most beautiful practice.

The moment when the countdown reaches 0 will eventually arrive. The expectation may be unacceptable, and everything will eventually pass away... Cute friends.

Thirty Thousand Days of Prose Poetry, we are all the creators of this book. The beauty deep in our memory brings everything with us, making us completely trapped in the endless sunsets and sunrises...

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In the realm, there live little black and white who can unite their souls, Zhong Kui, the master of demon subjugation, He Zi, the judge who does not know what he is responsible for, and bloodthirsty elves, Po Meng, the King of Hell, and Pluto staged one wonderful episode after another...

During the Huizong period of the Northern Song Dynasty, the story happened to an ordinary ink-making craftsman.

Essays on trivial life

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A single mother longing for peace is forced to return to the city where her top-notch ex-husband lives in order to cure her daughter's severe depression. In the contradiction between having to hide the truth and having to heal her daughter, she finally understood that only by returning the absent father to his position could the storm in her daughter's heart be calmed.

This is an essay recording life, written for me and you at different stages. The ripples in my heart in those years, those who brought me beautiful memories, thank you for splendid my youth. The most romantic thing I can think of is to write you in a book.

Fu Renxun's unforgettable days when he was a professor at Dongzhou Technology and Business College

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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.

Nonsense story

From the first perspective, analyze the concept of "love" and its relationship with the soul.

An ordinary person

The first time she met him was at the college debate competition. She was the timekeeper in the audience and he was the team leader who spoke on the stage. "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Ran." After many years, she could no longer remember the words he said at the time, but the graceful look when she raised her head, the heartbeat in that moment, and the vicissitudes of life, still seemed like yesterday.

When two strangers fall in love with each other wholeheartedly due to the collision of emotional sparks and the advancement of emotional storms, that zero-distance love spreads out between heaven and earth. There is only me in your eyes, and you are the only one in my heart. What kind of deep love is that, that we can pay the price of love for each other. Because love has no distance, we can meet beauty and support each other to walk through life.

My own midnight story stand, you don't have to listen if you don't want to hear it