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When the whole world is wailing in disaster, only one country has unique scenery, bright lights, and even built an alien technology theme park. Looking at the figure standing on the top of the mountain in the distance with his hands behind his back, counting the clouds in boredom, he cleared his throat and said with a smile: "It's nothing, just our family's 'intangible cultural heritage'... I just woke up."

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This work is a collection of essays I have written over the years. I hope that everyone can gain a little touch and joy from my words, and that is enough for me!

Just think about it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

This novel comes from the side story of Gods Landing and is not shown in Gods Landing.

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"Stop! That is not a place of eternal life, but the gate of hell!" On the top of Kunlun Mountain, in a live broadcast room with hundreds of millions of viewers around the world, I stood in front of the national archaeological team with my body covered in blood and my sword drawn. The barrage was full of abuse. Experts called me a madman and a robber, and capitalists laughed at me as a clown. For the sake of traffic and the so-called "historical truth", they wanted to forcefully blow open the giant bronze door. However, when the giant door shattered, the originally blue sky was instantly swallowed up by blood. In the live broadcast footage, the "divine corpse" that had been sleeping for thousands of years slowly opened its eyes...

I am the "iron-blooded director" sent by the headquarters to save the branch. On my first day of employment, the president came to me with his white moonlight to show off my power. In front of the whole company, I played a surveillance video: Three days ago, this "innocent" Bai Yueguang cut the core line of the new product in the warehouse. I smiled: "Call the police, or get out of here?" The president's face turned green. He didn't know that there was another recording in my pocket - it was him saying to Bai Yueguang last night: "Try to get rid of that new director. The branch is our money bag."

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Interesting? Boring?

The adult world is full of worries, but in this kind of relationship that is clearly known to be fruitless, there is an almost stubborn determination. They are not young and frivolous, nor do they not know how to weigh the pros and cons. On the contrary, they understand it too well. They know the rules of society, they know the obstacles in reality, and they know that their investment may be in vain. Therefore, their "firmness" is not blind, but sober. It is the "not letting go" that they still choose after weighing the balance. The pain and determination brought about by this kind of sobriety are even more tense. "No results" and "Doing something you know you can't do". These two points are complementary to each other. "No result" is the premise, and it is the outcome they have already foreseen deep in their hearts. "Knowing that you can't do something but doing it" is their choice. This choice itself has a tragic color, but it is not completely pessimistic because it is supported by "firmness". What is this "firmness"? I think it is not an extravagant hope for the future, but a cherishment of the present. They may not want to stay together forever, but just want to have had each other before, or in other words, they just want to be warm to each other on this journey of being able to walk together.

Lin Lu passed out after eating overnight tomatoes. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled through an ancient RPG game. [Enter the pigsty at the beginning, and rely on all the equipment. ]

About the writer's own dream journey

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Some people are born as the sun, shining brightly. And when Lin sees the moon, it is moonlight. She never gives passionately, but gently illuminates - illuminating the goodwill that already exists in your heart but is covered with dust, and illuminating the neglected road of connection between each other. Carrying the inexhaustible energy of love gained from a happy family and close friends, and a unique set of "goodwill engineering", she stepped into the wilderness of reality where there were no villains, only deep dilemmas. In a divided village, she is not a mediator, but a designer who builds a "voice stage" for the silenced. In the cold corners of the city, she is not a almsgiver, but a connector who weaves an "emotional network" for lonely people. People said that she lived as a white moonlight for everyone. But she said: "I am not the source of light, I am just the first person to hold up the light. The real light is the spark that lights up in your eyes when you see each other."

Is it true that we have worked countless times in vain and fallen into a cycle of confusion and meaninglessness?

A Guiyang courier who can hear ghost whispers is forced to escort a Miao cave girl with the bloodline of the Ghost King through Leigong Mountain and the high-speed railway tunnel. Before the Ghost Night of the Qingming Festival, he returns the "Prison Suppressing Bone Bell" that has been sealed for hundreds of years back to hell - otherwise, the Ghost King will take advantage of the high-speed railway to be reborn.

Fragments of Life is about the lives of four teenagers, from high school to the future. Ling Feng Bin He Jiang Huai Landu

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The color of dusk is the amber deposited at the bottom of the oak barrel, and the last ray of light is as sticky as honey, slowly seeping in through the cracks in the porch. There is the sweet scent of wet soil and decaying honeysuckle in the air. That sweetness is overripe from the roots, carrying the weight of memory. The old man was sitting in a rocking chair, with the blanket on his knees half off. His fingers hung in the air, trembling slightly, as if he were touching the back of a mule that no longer existed. Frogs croaked from the swamp in the distance, one after another, as if they were counting the blood and oaths swallowed by the land. He saw that time was not a river, but countless layers of wings-some dove gray, some crow black-that flapped simultaneously, raising up old dust and wisps of baby hair. The granddaughter ran across the porch in her bare feet, the wooden boards groaning slightly. Her blond hair shimmered like cornrows, and her ankles were speckled with fresh mud. The sight made his throat tighten. Sixty years ago, another girl ran like this. Her footprints had already been turned into clay by the rain, but the moment she started running was forever mixed into the air, and every breath reopened that afternoon. The rocking chair continued to rock back and forth, its creaking sounds blending into the tapestry of cicada chirping. He closed his eyes and felt all yesterday rising from the cracks in the floor, wrapping the present moment softly. When the darkness finally spread up the stairs, there was something like a smile at the corner of his mouth. The twilight plated him into a soft bronze statue, but deep in the copper, there was still soft flesh.

Underneath the contradiction, there is another conspiracy; under the madness, there is an inner spiritual battle. "Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do... Why am I here?" Beneath the confusion is the cruelty of reality. "We are one, don't separate from each other..."

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[Miaoling Ancient Village | Resurrection Gu | Mutated Insect Man | Horror Survival] After his daughter committed suicide, tourist Chu Zhenxing heard rumors and came to the ancient Miao Village in the deep mountains of Miaoling, looking for the Resurrection Gu that can resurrect people. In the process of searching for missing tourists, Cheng Nan encountered supernatural and terrifying phenomena such as poisonous insect arrays and mutant insectoids, and witnessed the tragic death of his companions. He discovered that the truth behind the Resurrection Gu was that the Gu controlled human corpses, and Chu Zhenxing also set himself on fire in despair. Although Cheng Nan survived, his heart was deeply traumatized and he will never forget this horrific experience.

Ye Xin accidentally traveled to the world of Xianxia and became the useless heroine of the same name in the novel. The original owner is a handyman disciple of the Qingling Sect, but he actually hides his spiritual bloodline. Only by cultivating with the spiritual race or a saint-level spiritual beast can he open his spiritual veins. Ye Xin arrived here for the first time and wanted to live a peaceful life, but unexpectedly saved the injured nine-tailed spirit fox Bai Yun. In order to improve his cultivation, Bai Jun tried to seduce Ye Xin to practice dual cultivation, but was repeatedly rejected. As the plot develops, Ye Xin gradually discovers the amazing secret behind the original owner and the real reason for her time travel.

I dress up as Bai Yueguang, the heroine of a brainless romance novel. Any man who has some relationship with the heroine is my love rival. Especially the male protagonist, he even caused a car accident and wanted me to die...

After entering Room 7, I greeted the witch's family all over. I came to see my sister, not to die. "Hehe, I saw you." "Huh?" "I'm hiding in the trash can, can you still see me?" "It's not safe anymore, run away!"

I finally had my summer vacation. I originally wanted to go on a trip with my sisters, but my mother called me on the day of the vacation and asked me to come to the factory to experience life. I strongly objected to this, but my mother gave me too much. But none of us expected that on the first day I entered the factory, I would be harassed by an old bachelor in the factory. Okay, okay, I won't let you go easily.

Flowers can also kill people. The story begins when Xu Zhaofan transfers to Shendun City...

A short story, one chapter per story.

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Kong Qiuyue is a short story written by a woman disguised as a man, mainly based on ancient Confucian scholars.

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The First Age of Tutankhamun, a frozen and lost time. On top of the ice field, there lived a reckless man who loved to chop ice lotuses. He doesn't mind chopping firewood in his spare time The world here is so cold that it can freeze your breath, but a little flame can always warm people's hearts.

"Recursive Singularity Library" Introduction When the story begins to stare at itself, when the characters look at the creator in the eighth-level mirror - the narrative breaks through dimensions and becomes a cognitive weapon that reshapes reality. "Recursive Singularity Library" is not a traditional anthology, but a spiritual laboratory loaded with tools for awakening. Here, each short story is a precise scalpel, cutting open the surface of reality and revealing the underlying code of the recursive operation of the universe. Each character is no longer a fictional character, but an active prism reflecting the infinite aspects of the Source Reflector. We construct narratives with the beauty of rigorous mathematics: each story follows a recursive sweet spot formula (Order Framework Stability × Chaos Interface Openness ≥ 8%), retaining active interfaces for readers to activate within a rigorous structure. The cognitive transition from "Mirror of Nothingness" to "Mirror of Reality", from the archaeology of historical figures to the paradigm subversion of future civilization - Ku Zhong's works simultaneously provide the philosophical depth of the early Yuan Dynasty and the emotional temperature of resonance. War is compiled into a ritual of connection, love manifests into a cosmic grammar, education is reconstructed into a sandbox of awakening, and art is reborn as a cognitive vaccine. "Recursive Singularity Library" invites you to enter this infinite game: when you open the first story, you start the self-upgrading cognitive engine. Because these texts are not only literature for reading, but also a dance contract signed by the source and you through words - in every crack in the narrative, there is a glimmer of light that allows you to re-understand yourself. This library is a tribute to all the explorers looking for the truth in the mirror maze. I hope everyone who opens it can meet the right person at the end of the recursion.

All rights reserved, piracy will be prosecuted Modern food blogger Su Xiaotao accidentally traveled to an ancient town and started out as a kitchen helper. With her modern food imagination and down-to-earth business ideas, she developed popular delicacies such as red sugar ginger tea, spicy river shrimp, potato crisps, red ice cheese, etc., And opened "Xiao Tao Food Shop" and "Relaxation Tea Stall", covering both the common people and the wealthy market. In the process, she experienced twists and turns such as overturned tastes, conflicts with cultural taboos, and troubles caused by peers. She also gained the company of maid Chunya, the salesman Lu Jingnian, and the warmth of her neighbors. She adhered to the original intention of "fireworks", not only bringing novel delicacies, but also providing convenience for resting. She was even unexpectedly recognized by Mo Bao, a literary figure. In the end, she grew from a stranger in a foreign land to an indispensable member of the town, allowing the warmth and deliciousness of "Little Peach Restaurant" to be passed on in ancient fireworks for a long time. "Food is not just food, but also a bond that connects people." This is also the core of "Fireworks World"! Note: This is a slight exaggeration of the old saying, and it is assumed that certain crops will be introduced and spread in advance.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Ten years after I was sent to the orphanage, I never expected to meet my mother in a piano shop. In the hot summer, I helped a customer try to play the piano while wearing gloves, which attracted a lot of attention, including her who was choosing the piano. Looking at each other, our eyes were stunned for a moment. Then I quickly turned away and pretended not to recognize him. But her tone was urgent, "Yanyan, how have you been all these years?" I wanted to avoid her, but she pulled my sleeves, revealing the hideous scars under her gloves. She was stunned for a moment, "How did you... Become like this?" I calmly pulled out my hand, "Customer, I'm a little busy right now." She was hurt by my distant attitude and asked unwillingly: "You call me a customer? I'm your mother." I sneered: "But I... Am an orphan."

I broke my leg playing basketball and was out of school for three months. A transfer student came to my class. The transfer student is a daughter of a wealthy family, generous with money, always ranked first in the class in exams, and quickly became involved with the classmates. After I returned to school, she posted my test paper and standard answers together, saying that I had cheated on the exam. Her uncle, the dean of teachers, personally apologized to me: "She is still young and not sensible. Don't argue with her. Our school's performance depends entirely on you." I smiled faintly, looked through the class report card, and found her name on the last page: "It's okay, she can just take a few more hits!"

My husband's female brother came to visit me at home. She said she missed the feeling of sleeping naked with my husband when she was little, so she asked me to give them the master bedroom to rekindle our brotherly love. I refused with a stern face and warned them that they were adults and should be careful. The female brother immediately hugged my husband and complained. "Hua Zi, it's not what dad said about you. You can't even discipline a woman well. You really embarrass a man with your gibbering!" My husband felt that he was losing face and sent me to a school for women's ethics, saying that he wanted me to learn how to be obedient. But he didn't know that this female virtue academy was actually an experimental institution that illegally modified human bodies. My body was modified and a command chip was implanted in my brain, turning me into a doll with no emotions and only obeying orders. He told me to die in anger, so I jumped from the eighth floor. Later, he cried and knelt in front of the hospital bed, begging me to change back to my original self.

I was kidnapped for ten years and personally planned a fire that sent another girl to hell. For this reason, I had my face disfigured and my legs broken, and I became a crazy woman despised by everyone in the village. Twenty years later, she came back driving a luxury car and became a famous barrister. She squatted in front of me, her eyes full of pity and joy. "Grandma, do you know what happened to the trafficker's accomplice named Alan?" I smiled against my scarred face. "Dead, burned in that fire, not even the bones were left."

"The death toll is one, please ask the cleaners No. 78 To arrive at the scene as soon as possible to complete the recycling work!" Late at night, I was like a ghost, cleaning up the aftermath of the rich man's special habits. This time, when I arrived at the scene, it was my boyfriend Song Shian who had been missing for half a year who was dying. The company's policy states that we do not accept orders for living persons, only corpses. I hid in the corner until he died completely, and then I tried my best to control my trembling hands and start cleaning. If anything goes wrong with me, neither he nor I will be able to leave the villa.

The salary was paid at the end of the year, but the salary was still delayed. I went to the finance department, and Gao Huai said impatiently: "Didn't you get the year-end special discount coupons last week? You got ten coupons for a thousand discount for every two thousand, which is exactly ten thousand yuan. Your salary is eight thousand, and the extra two thousand is welfare." I widened my eyes in surprise. This was not said when the coupons were issued yesterday, not to mention that the discount coupons can only be used in the online supermarket opened by the boss. The item above costs 19.9 Per piece in ordinary supermarkets, but it sells for 49.9, Which is more than double. The boss's left hand is his right hand, am I a day laborer? I immediately handed the discount coupon to him: "I don't want the coupon, I just want the money to be transferred to my bank card." Manager Su walked over on stiletto heels and looked at me with a frown: "Why are you making such a fuss? The company gave you an extra two thousand, but you don't appreciate it and are still looking for trouble. Don't you also have to buy things after you receive your salary? The company is here to provide you with convenience. "That's right!" I yelled angrily: "What you did is illegal!" She threatened with a disdainful smile: "Why don't I, a big boss, be afraid of you, a small employee?" At this moment, a text message on my phone rang: "Mr. Jiang Yuan, congratulations on your success in getting admitted to the administrative law enforcement position of Haishi Taxation Bureau."