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Self-destruction brought about by forbearance Destruction spawned by jealousy

In Jiang Yun's memory, Cheng hope, who was from the same hometown, had been a gentle and gentle lady since she was a child. She spoke softly and could not swear or curse. When she was a child and was teased by children about the Guanyin mole on her forehead, she would only hold the corner of her skirt in grievance, open her big watery eyes, and say nothing. Many years later, the little Guanyin became slim and graceful. Looking at the slender figure walking up the steps step by step, Jiang Yun suddenly asked: "Cheng hope, have you ever worn a cheongsam?" She said: "Never." But when she went to the appointment, she appeared in the mirror wearing a light green and elegant cheongsam. In the misty rain, she held an oil-paper umbrella in her hand and turned around to look back, her beautiful eyes shining with hope. Jiang Yun, whose heartbeat was pounding, felt that Cheng hope was seductive. ... Cheng hope is a girl who loves her family. Looking at the hazy green mountains and white walls and green tiles in front of her, she thought that she might not be able to go far in this life. This land of mountains and rivers is the root of her attachment. She wants to protect the history here and her beloved family.

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An ordinary student I want to see my life Is it the light that defies fate and changes destiny, or is it destiny that is destined to be darkness? My future is blurry yet clear

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Yan Xin was the real daughter of the Yan family in her previous life. After being brought back to a wealthy family, she was manipulated by the fake daughter Yan Rou because of her cowardice and did not understand the rules of the wealthy family. She was misunderstood by her family. She was eventually framed and died tragically in the cold river. After her rebirth, she carried the hatred and memories of her previous life with her, determined not to be a little white flower who could be exploited by others, but to transform into a ruthless villain, take back everything that belonged to her, and make everyone who had bullied her pay the price.

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An unexpected adventure, a strange alien world, a team that breaks up and comes back together. The magic of this world is beyond the understanding of a few people. When they return from the adventure, where will they go...

"Waste Village" is like a huge furnace, in which everyone's desires, fears and humanity are put into it to smelt it into its most primitive form. Here, your allies one moment may push you into the abyss the next. When Takeshi Haruta trades his life for a glimmer of hope, when Rustaki makes a choice between betrayal and redemption, when the balance of trust tilts again and again... Only then did we understand that the test of this escape was not whether we could get out of this jungle, but what kind of people we would eventually become. Is it to survive at any cost? Or in despair, holding on to the last glimmer of humanity?

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If you can't suddenly realize it, then you will spend your whole life trying to realize it.

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Doomsday Angel's Guide to Eating

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You and I met in autumn. The cold winter comes from secret love. What is spring and summer?

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Fu Sinian, the president of the Difu Group, is cold and domineering and has a strong desire for control. Due to the pressure of his family to get married and looking for a "white moonlight" substitute, he signed a contract marriage with Su Wan. Hidden deep in his heart is a longing for warmth, and his emotions are slow. Later, he is gradually moved by Su Wan's tenacity and purity, from being in control to being affectionately protective.

Lin Xiaoman, a newcomer in the workplace, fell into a crisis of trust because she helped her colleague Sister Zhang to sign and clock in for her: Sister Zhang asked for a signature on the grounds that her child had a fever. Xiaoman agreed because of her past care (ginger tea, overtime function), but was denied by Sister Zhang when HR checked and monitored. Xiaoman received a warning and discussed with his colleagues, falling into loneliness and despair. In the end, Sister Zhang took the initiative to confess to Xiaoman out of guilt - she was afraid of being fired for taking too much leave and being unable to raise her children. The real pressure made her choose to lie. Xiaoman understood her difficulties, and the two re-established trust through "Brown Sugar Steamed Buns" and "New Peach Eggs". The lies and misunderstandings in the workplace were finally resolved by the warmth of human nature.

To remember my childhood

At the blind date dinner, my cousin's voice sounded strange. "Hey, I heard that there is someone who is still single in his thirties and came back because he couldn't survive abroad?" The blind date opposite, Shen Yian, put on a superior smile. "I am an MBA from a prestigious school with an annual salary of one million. I am considered a young talent in our circle." Just then, my phone screen lit up and an emergency video conference popped up. I put on my headphones and whispered in fluent French. Shen Yian said contemptuously in his broken English: "Speaking English? Is it the restaurant owner who urges you to go back and serve the dishes?" I ignored him and at the end of the conversation, I said in clear Chinese: "Understood, I will immediately take over the remote surgical guidance from the Geneva headquarters."

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I am pregnant. My husband and mother-in-law scolded me and hit me, but they didn't know that there was a camera hidden in my collar. I've been waiting for this live broadcast for too long.

When I returned to China to announce my marriage to my mortal enemy, everyone thought I was angry. But no one knows that I married Lu Zhixing for a deal and to bury the secret of that rainy night.

When I worked as a maid in my daughter's restaurant, I was accused of stealing. After Hanxin left, I became the head chef of a top hotel. Now they are crying and begging me to go back. I chuckle: When they forced me to leave, did I think about today?

I worked as a gunman for my husband for ten years and made him a literary superstar. At the celebration banquet, I wore a waiter uniform and smiled as his daughter called him: "Uncle."

The husband who has brought glory to the country has been abroad for seven years, but when his daughter was seriously ill, he was spending time with other people's children. Now that he has returned with great honor, his daughter timidly calls him uncle. I sneered and threw out the divorce certificate: "Mr. Zhou, we divorced three years ago."

Finding love is not the mission of robots.

On my seventh anniversary, my girlfriend left me to protect Bai Yueguang, even going so far as to fight against my injured brother. When I calmly dialed the lawyer's phone number, she didn't know that love had never been boiled in these seven years of warm water.

I am the "medicine" for the business queen. At the engagement party, she asked for my heart to save Bai Yueguang. I lay down on the operating table with a smile, but I didn't know that it was me who was sick all along.

I used my blood for seven years to nourish the snow primrose that my husband cherished until he brought back a stand-in that looked exactly like his first love and pulled out the grass in front of me. He didn't know that I would die if he died, and I was his "dead" first love.

After my sister passed away, I treated my nephew Lin Tao as my own, but he lived in my mansion with his girlfriend Zhang Manman, threw away his belongings, occupied the property, and even sued me in court. Until the day of the trial, when I showed a document, their faces instantly turned pale and they knelt down in court.

I have been doing funeral work all my life, but my daughter scolded me for stealing the deceased's shroud and wearing it myself. I smiled when I looked at the 50 million the customer had just called. I don't want this store or my daughter anymore - but the truth is far more terrifying than that.

What they were holding in their arms was not my son at all. I held up my phone and recorded everything. The game is over.

I worked as a cow and horse in my husband's family for seven years. Because of a bloody diaper, my whole family forced me to kneel down and identify the thief. When I was signing the divorce agreement, a secret that had been buried for many years suddenly appeared...

I once lost my eyes and my paintings to save my wife. Over the past seven years, she has relied on my ideas to reach the top. On my birthday, she brought her lover to ask for my corneas. I signed with a smile - she didn't know that these eyes were supposed to be hers.

A divine human love story begins with "Youth in the Flames of War"...

My name is Ulster Din, and I am a weapons workshop operator in a back alley. I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but the good news is that you and I both seem to be bored, so let's just chat casually. Let me tell you my story? That's nothing to talk about, just everyday life in the back alley. Ha? Are you curious, are you from the nest? Well, while I light a cigarette, you can also sit in a comfortable position. After all, these daily stories can be told for a long time, so take your time and listen...

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This book is not a novel or a collection of poems, but an emotional playlist that can be flipped through. Love is like a long song. The throbbing when we first met is the clear prelude, the entanglement of passionate love is the long main song, the thoughts of running into each other are the profound passages, and the commitment and bond are the most familiar, unforgettable, and most eager to sing repeatedly in our lives - the refrain. The original lyrics included in this book are an attempt to write memorable melodies for these unspeakable moments. Each page is a slice of emotion: "Prelude: Signal of Heartbeat" - those subtle moments when eyes intersect and words fail to reach the target. "Theme Song: Our Narrative Poetry" - the main line of the story written together by daily companionship and trivial tenderness. "Bridge: Contemplation of Loneliness" - the necessary silence, hesitation and self-dialogue in love. "Chorus: Repeated Vow" - No matter how many changes it undergoes, it will always return, the core certainty of love. "Epilogue: Echoes and Future" - the permanent traces left by love and the aftertaste pointing to tomorrow. Here, the lyrics have faded away from the music score, but are given a melody again because of your reading - that melody comes from your heartbeat, your past, and the quietly responding voice in your heart. "Our Common Chorus" is a text memorandum written to love itself, and it is also a mirror. I hope you can recognize a certain melody that belongs to you in it, and find that eternal refrain that you have always wanted to sing, or that someone has sung for you. I dedicate this book to all those who have listened, spoken, and believed in resonance in love.

This is a poem I wrote. Both modern and ancient styles are available, welcome to read.

LIKE A LOST AND FOUND--\u003C\u003CLOST AND FOUND\u003E\u003E Written to my favorite guitarist, I hope you will always make the music you like Spend a lifetime with the band friends you love hope you will always be happy i love you

She accidentally picked up a blank book and broke into the world of books, and the blank book slowly changed due to her entry...

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