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The stubborn old man Zhao Laoshuan meets Liu Wenbin, a college student who has returned to his hometown to start a business. The dispute over sheep gnawing wheat seedlings unexpectedly leads to the "land adoption" project. From fierce opposition to gritting his teeth and taking shares, from setbacks against violations to the establishment of a cooperative, Laoshuan guarded the two acres of vegetable gardens and witnessed the ups and downs of the small village from being closed to being open. A contemporary rural metamorphosis full of earthiness and human touch, telling the story of China's new rural areas with roots in the soil and people on the road.

What conspiracy is hidden in the murder of the Hou Mansion? How can the closed disciple of "Baixiaosheng" Yan Laogai solve this case!

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My husband said that the bowl of water was flat, so he turned around and gave my mother a fake gold bracelet worth nine yuan, but my mother-in-law wore a gold bracelet worth fifty thousand yuan...

My best friend used me to become a famous writer, but when I appeared in front of them after being dead for five years, everyone was shocked!

My roommate with pink eye was an eye-opener. After persuading me and my rich girlfriend to break up, he turned around and became the old woman's mistress...

My husband was in a coma and I knocked on my daughter's door but was scolded away. After I was reborn, I cut off my daughter's mortgage and living expenses...

My wife secretly shared our private affairs with her best friend on her wedding night, and I got divorced...

[Secret Love One-Man Show + Short Story] Zhou Yan's youth was a silent secret love that lasted seven years. From elementary school to high school, she always watched Song Yuannan in the corner - the boy with the tear mole at the corner of his eye. She worked hard to get better for him, but she also felt inferior and ran away because of him. Youthful secret love is a one-man show.

[Fantasy dream + misplaced secret love + youth] Gu Yu always dreamed of a general on a rainy night. He was in a city where he could not wait, waiting for someone who would never come back. Until the transfer student Pei Wen appeared - he looked exactly like the man in the dream, but the tear mole was in the opposite position. He asked her: "Have you heard of "Fireworks Easily Cold"?" He could draw the city in her dream, and he could also tell stories about the past that she had never heard of. Gu Yu couldn't tell whether she loved the phantom in her dream or the real person around her. And when the truth was revealed, she understood: Some people travel across thousands of years just to say one more thing - "I've been waiting for you."

[High Abuse BE] + [World-weary Girl × Broken Boy] On that snowy day, her parents were divorced and she was sitting by the bridge and met a boy named Yu Jian. He handed over a candy and a beam of light. Later, he became her transfer schoolmate, the "Snow White" who attracted the attention of the whole school, and the only exception in her gloomy youth. But when she finally plucked up the courage to get closer, she discovered that behind him was a seriously ill brother, sky-high medical bills, and an ending that was doomed to fragmentation. Yu Jian said: "My name is Yu Jian, so Yu, I met Jian." But their story was filled with goodbyes from the beginning.

I wrote a short story casually, whatever came to my mind, and the article was incoherent~

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The rogue Chi Chi holds cloth and silk. This is a simple and casual story, and it is impossible to write a complete essay. The fate between the two is beyond words. Perhaps in another time and space, love and breakup are going on.

Twilight Sparkle's determination, Spike Dragon's... What will happen...

The way you face difficulties is really awesome

If you come in, you will be rich and wealthy. Everyone gets rich.

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After Ye Lin's death, his soul went to heaven and was admired by Emperor Yin, who wanted him to work in the underworld. Ye Lin made a deal with Emperor Yin in exchange for three years to return to junior high school, but he could not change the timeline significantly.

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"I" is resisting. Even though I have scars all over my body, I still have to stand firm and live.

Relevant worlds beyond mainstream fiction. Make up for other universes that long novels cannot describe.

The brother next door who we have known each other for twelve years suddenly confessed to him on an ordinary summer night. "I've liked you... For nine years." "Nine years is such a long time." "I thought you were going to keep silent." Jiang Yu's eyes were full of smiles and she was not shocked at all by the confession, but the memory of when she was fourteen was quietly awakening. Those moments that she thought were childhood sweethearts' tacit understanding, those casual agreements and shared daily moments, all bear the long and forbearing gaze of another person. When the fragrance of jasmine fills the corridor, twelve years of companionship suddenly takes on a new weight This is a story about time, growth and a secret love that is suddenly illuminated - some feelings are hidden for so long that even confession is like a sigh.

I was Huo Jue's bride, but on the wedding night, he tied me to the altar and sacrificed me. When the blade cut away the flesh and blood and revealed the divine bones, he was shocked to realize the truth - and I have buried a hundred-year seal with my life.

[Time travel + sadomasochism + chasing wife in the crematorium + second male lead + reunion of two lives] Lin Wan dressed up as a maid in a cold palace and spent seven years accompanying Xiao Yan from a down-and-out prince to a powerful King of Jin. He promised her that they would be a couple for the rest of their lives, but they raised a foreign wife in Jiangnan, and even the children could call them daddy. In order to let the child enter the clan, he knelt down to her for the first time. And she helped him up with a smile, turned around and returned to the formation under the full moon night-- "Your Majesty, I'm going home." When she opened her eyes again, she returned to modern times and became a vegetative state that had been in a coma for three years. The museum displays the relics of King Jin engraved with her name. History records that he never married and became crazy in his later years. Until the professor who looked very similar to Xiao Yan appeared, holding a Begonia jade pendant in his hand and asked her: "Lin Wan, have we met in the past life?" In this life, should she gamble again? One sentence summary: It took him two lifetimes to chase her before he learned how to live up to her.

I was adopted by adoptive parents solely to donate bone marrow to their daughter. In my last life, I died on the operating table. After my rebirth, I knelt in front of a strange lady and called my mother - this time, I wanted to take back everything that belonged to me.

I am the daughter of a movie queen, and I was sent to hell by her own hands. When I was reborn and returned to the day of her remarriage, I tore up the "treatment agreement" she handed me and looked directly into her frightened eyes: "Mom, you are the one who should treat the disease."

I was the most popular pet behaviorist on the Internet until an intern held up a bloody stick and accused me of dog abuse during a live broadcast. When my fiancé forced me to kneel down and apologize, I smiled at the camera - they didn't know that my other degree was in criminal psychology.

After three years of marriage, I thought my husband's humiliation was love. Until he pushed me into a nationally broadcast trial and crushed my life with his own hands. But when he showed the final "evidence", he smiled at the camera and said: "The show has just begun." And I clutched his blood-stained diary in the ruins...

My name is Lin Zhao, and I specialize in investigating death scenes. My best friend offers me a private job at a sky-high price, but there is a sea of ​​blood beneath the pure white villa. When I picked up my schoolgirl's hairpin from the sewer, I realized that the next "garbage" to be cleaned up was myself.

They stole my legacy to commemorate my late father, stole my reputation and loved ones, and reduced me to an emotionless machine. The whole Internet reveled in my ruined reputation. But they don't know that I have already left a fatal mark on this "gift".

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Compared with smooth sailing, a person's life is more often filled with things that go against his wishes. The world is a huge grassroots team. Everyone is the protagonist of his own world. Your world is dominated by your wishes, and everyone else is a supporting role. In just a few decades, no matter what choice you make, you will regret it, but if you do good deeds, don't ask about your future, and just have a clear conscience.

Each line of black curse is a love poem written to the crow, and only the cat can understand it.

It does not teach you how to defeat fate, but invites you to see: when countless ordinary people hold hands in the wind and rain, that in itself is the deepest resilience and the brightest hope of mankind. This is not a story about heroes, but a documentary fiction about "how ordinary people become each other's light." It does not shy away from the pain and loss of life, but focuses more on recording those moments when one still reaches out despite the pain. At a time when medical dramas often focus on miracles, this book chooses to gaze at daily perseverance; at a time when growth stories prefer counterattack routines, this book honestly faces illness and limitations; at a time when war narratives tend to become grandiose, this book remembers a young man's simplest wish: "My name is Ping An." Ultimately, this is a story about "how we overcome the hurdles together" - with professionalism, courage, a red line, and a hand that will never be withdrawn in a lifetime.

Home is an eternal love that accompanies us as we grow older and we grow older with it.

It's purely self-absorbed and just practicing writing. Document life, whether it's wonderful or not.

Some stories have an ending already written before they begin. Some people have changed each other's lives before they even knew each other's names. They refused to give in to each other, but they saw the missing part of themselves in each other. There is a fire missing in Chenhun's writing, and a touch of darkness missing in Kowa's life. The moment the USB flash drive was returned, a new, yet unnamed story began.

The original meaning of all immortals is ordinary, the original meaning of immortals is ordinary, the original meaning of all immortals is transformed into...

Some short stories about imaginative ideas, such as - if so-and-so does not enter the palace.

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I was born into a poor family

The red silk is dazzling, the joy is noisy. A carefully planned marriage tightly bound a "silly" prince and a "crazy" princess. The court is turbulent, the relatives are monopolizing power, the borders are in crisis, and in the prosperous age, the imperial power is crumbling. When everyone thought this was an abandoned son and a puppet lingering on, under the red hijab, Xie Zhaozhao opened his cold and sharp eyes. On her wedding day, she overturned the etiquette and took charge of the East Palace, stirring up the storm with her delicate hands. Embezzling military pay, manipulating refugees, framing Zhongliang... Faced with numerous murderous situations, she worked step by step, using account books as a knife and people's hearts as a chess piece, vowing to cut off the black hand covering the court. Behind her, the prince Xiao Jingheng, who was regarded as an "idiot" by the world, quietly put aside his disguise. I have been dormant for ten years, just to be by her side, accumulating thunder in a silent place. From clearing out the borers in the inner garden, to the prime minister of the current dynasty whose power is overwhelming; from the turbulent court games in the capital, to the battle of life and death in the windy and sandy sky in the north. This is a marriage that started as a transaction, but evolved into a life-and-death alliance that started with utilization and ended with trust. When the final truth is revealed, facing the edict and old hatred that can subvert the imperial power, can they join hands to carve a bloody path to the top of power and to each other's true love in a desperate situation?

Type of work: documentary prose Core Purpose: An in-depth explanation of twelve ordinary emotions, a collective resonance of contemporary people's spiritual dilemmas Author: Jing Yun Creative positioning: a documentary prose writer who focuses on the diverse spiritual conditions of contemporary people This is a spiritual diary composed of twelve private letters as a unit. Each private letter corresponds to a common psychological situation hidden in daily life, extending from anxiety to a broader aspect of life. From the perspective of an adult visitor, the author travels through every corner of the city and talks with people of different ages and identities. Twelve units, twelve kinds of moods, each of which is a spiritual dilemma that contemporary people may encounter. The work abandons preaching and theory, and uses delicate interviews, empathetic observations and sincere confessions to transform abstract psychological feelings into concrete and tangible life stories. It not only records anxiety, but also focuses on self-acceptance behind appearance anxiety, understanding and repair in friendship rifts, and self-talk in lonely moments. Every private letter is a gentle inquiry, and every story reveals: those seemingly private spiritual struggles are actually our common life experiences; those confusions, uneasiness and hesitations arising from difficulties can eventually be transformed into the power of self-reconciliation and courage to move forward through understanding and empathy. This is a spiritual dialogue that spans ages and identities. The twelve private letters are not only the spiritual monologues of twelve people, but also an invitation to every reader. When you open these words, you will find that the confusion, confusion and throbbing you have experienced have long been properly hidden in a certain private letter, and you are not alone.

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