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Her love at first sight cannot be restrained by her family and country; His loyalty and patriotism ultimately came to naught; A life-saving misunderstanding turned into thousands of sharp arrows. Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, can they break the mirror and reunite?

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I took everything lightly and became a bystander. I was ready to give up, but you smiled at me again I just want a home that is truly sheltered from the wind I thought you were salvation, but I didn't expect you were another abyss I make a wish to the moon that you will be happy forever. If you lose me, I wish you a lonely life. Fu Sheng didn't understand why these people found him. Why is life like this, but there are still people who enjoy themselves in hardship.

For a secret that cannot be told, he went to the moon by accident and planted the first grain of rice with difficulty. Because of a piece of news, she suspected emotional betrayal and once again became his strangest confidant on earth. When the local call was connected again, he asked: "Why help me?" She looked at the experimental field in the Gobi Desert and responded softly: "Because a place where rice can be grown is worthy of being called home..."

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A beautiful woman whom I didn't know suddenly came to my door and insisted that she was pregnant with my child. I had to take care of it for several months. I had already thought of the name of the child, but... Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

At twelve o'clock at midnight, college student Li Ming was entangled in a strange live broadcast room that he could not exit: in the dark forest, a girl in a white dress stood behind a tree. The anchor's deep voice was filled with biting chills and penetrated from the screen. Black handprints instantly appeared on the dormitory window, and the barrage "Don't even think about leaving once you come in" was like a life-threatening charm. As the live broadcast progresses, the unsolved case of the disappearance of seven people in a remote town thirty years ago comes to light - every scene in the live broadcast room overlaps with the details of the old case: the blood-stained white dress, the empty streets, and the mottled monuments with names engraved on them are all leads to the curse. It turns out that the forest has become a "place of surrogate death" because of a jade pendant. Every midnight on the death anniversary, the live broadcast room is used to trap living people, replace the old souls with new souls, and trap the dead souls for thirty years. In order to escape his fate, Li Ming and his timid roommate Xiaoli rushed to the small town late at night, and faced the wandering ghosts and the faceless girl in the white dress in the dark forest. They must find and recite the ancient spell behind the monument before midnight, not only to save themselves, but also to finally free the souls trapped in the darkness.

In the eyes of our accountants who have reviewed countless statements, the primary characteristics of the so-called "domineering president" are by no means a prodigal spender, but a shrewd business acumen and ultimate control of cash flow. The liquidity on his books is far tighter than you think. Those dramas that say "I will give you 100 million to be my contract wife" seriously violate business logic, and even burning paper money would not dare to be so exaggerated.

Snow falls on maple marks The snow came over the window lattice at dusk. Lin Xia curled up in the old vine, and ran her fingertips across the yellowed maple leaf specimens in the photo album. The warmth of the autumn sun still remained in the veins of the leaves - they were picked by Gu Shen from the maple forest in the back mountain on this day last year. He said that red maples paired with snow are the most appropriate farewell. The snow outside the window is falling more and more densely, wrapping the maple branches in the courtyard into shapes carved from white jade. Lin Xia stood up and turned on the light. The warm yellow light penetrated the snow and fog, creating a hazy light spot on the window glass. Suddenly, a dark red maple leaf fell from the snow and gently clung to the window, much like the one Gu Shen left on the title page of his photo album last year. She remembered that Gu Shen always said that snowy nights are the blank space of time, and maple leaves are unfinished poems. Last autumn, they picked up a basket full of maple leaves in the maple forest. He pressed the reddest leaf into the pages of her book and said with a smile: "When the first snow comes, we will make tea with maple leaves." But when the snow came, he became a thin letter sent from afar, with only the word "well" between the lines, and no return date. The wind blew the snow particles and knocked on the window, and the maple leaf trembled gently on the glass, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the snow. Lin Xia put on her thick coat and opened the door. The snow instantly covered her ankles, and the chill climbed up her trousers. She reached out to pick up the maple leaf, and the moment her fingertips touched the glass, the maple leaf turned into fine red shadows, mixed with snowflakes, and fell on her palm. In the house behind me, the photo album was opened by the wind. The pages turned through the red maples of autumn and the chirping of cicadas in summer, and finally stopped on an empty page.

She is the last batch of students at Dali Animal College. On a rainy night in 2003, she witnessed a murder case by the Xianxi Lake. She wrote everything she witnessed in her diary. Eighteen years later, the dormitory became a deserted and dangerous building, and this diary that had been dusty for many years was accidentally discovered. The closed disappearance and drowning cases were reopened, blood surged under the calm lake, and three cases buried for eighteen years were fished out of the lake with the discovery of the diary.

Tang Yan and Fu Lian met again as high school classmates, but lost their way in a blind date and reconnected. Fu Lian, a man who was evaluated as a "boring good guy" by his ex-girlfriend, gradually opened his heart while getting along with Tang Yan. Tang Yan, an independent girl who longed to be loved, faced Fu Lian's sincerity and persistence, from rejection to acceptance, and finally fell in love. The two went from being harmonious neighbors to joining hands in marriage. They experienced the entanglement of their ex-girlfriends and the test of family, but they always stuck to each other.

Using a golden Buddha as a clue, a thrilling and tender story is woven. The young girl Qiao Hongyan went astray because of the loss of the golden Buddha, encountered human traffickers, experienced the shock of falling into a valley, entering the gate of hell by mistake, and then fell into the desperate situation of being trafficked. At the same time, young Deng An, who was secretly in love, joined hands with his father to launch a rescue operation with both wisdom and courage. In the process, the heinous crimes of the criminal group headed by "Vulture" were exposed. In the end, under the thunderous attack of the public security department, the criminal group was wiped out, Qiao Hongyan was rescued and reunited with her mother. As a national treasure and a symbol of family inheritance, the Golden Buddha has witnessed the growth process of Qiao Hongyan and Deng An from immaturity to maturity.

On a summer night with thunder and lightning, Lao Tu took the risk of driving into the rain to save his greenhouse, but unexpectedly fell into a quagmire. At the moment of life and death, he and Zhang Xiaosan, who had had conflicts with each other, launched a thrilling rescue and self-rescue. Lao Tu discovered a business opportunity out of desperation - transporting pure soil from the swamp to the city for sale. He cherished the dream of getting rich and lived in the open air, but he repeatedly encountered obstacles and even ended up living on the street. Three years later, he unexpectedly reunited with his son, but Lao Tu was in a trance and only had the unsold car of pure land in his heart.

Wang Erru and other rock workers faced endless loneliness and depression in a mine far away from the world, and encountered a "bride" trafficker headed by a fat man. A ridiculous transaction about human nature, desire and survival quietly unfolds...

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The good-for-nothing He Xu was in a desperate situation in the Cold Pond. After his golden bones exploded, he accidentally fused with the Withering Dao Fire and the fragments of time and space. He transformed into a strange existence that was half god and half ghost. He struggled to survive in the cracks of the fight between the various bosses, and when he was about to die, he formed a strange "singularity" of existence - a new storm was brewing in the depths of the Cold Pond.

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Wu Hanqing has been a rather neutral boy since he was a child, and his personality is more feminine. In the eyes of friends of the opposite sex, they are like good sisters, but because of this, he has never been able to have a girlfriend? One day on his way to work, he accidentally saved an 18-year-old girl who was almost killed by a drunk taxi driver... But he was seriously injured as a result, and his life was in danger and he was hanging on for the last time? And the girl he saved, Long Xueying, had already seen through life and death and wanted to return to the embrace of her motherland? She seemed to have regrets when she saw Han Qing and he had not yet finished his life. So she used the art of resurrection to exchange her souls with those of Wu Hanqing! Save his life but lose your own?

Are workers just cattle and horses? Customer is God? Meet all requirements? No, no, no, I want to break all this and just be my own heroine! ! ! A cool and brainless article, I will show you how to counterattack the workers, straighten your waist, and just do it in one word!

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Barber Chen Shouren guarded a secret for twenty years until the demolition team's shovels dug up the soil under the old locust tree and a rusty iron box was revealed. ?? The old-fashioned barber scissors in the box brought him back to the rainy night in 1999 that changed everything. Junior brother Jianjun disappeared that night, leaving only the words "Brother, if I can't come back" and the blood-stained scissors. ?? Along with the iron box surfaced, there were also a series of evidence that questioned the past: a yellowed group photo of three young people, an enamel jar engraved with "Gift to Brother", and half a jade pendant as a token. The in-depth investigation by reporter Su Wen, the keen insight of veteran policeman Uncle Zhang, and the sudden visit of Li Sijian, the daughter of the founding army, caused Chen Shouren's carefully maintained peaceful life to fall apart. ?? The truth gradually became clear in the intertwining of physical evidence and memory: the difficulties of starting a business as a self-employed person, the blackmail under the shadow of power, and the sacrifices made for protection. When the dust of the demolition settled, Chen Shouren completed his transformation from a secret keeper to a life inheritor under the new sign of "Jianjun Haircut". ?? Through an unsolved case spanning twenty years, this work not only reveals a truth buried by time, but also writes about the perseverance of craftsmen, the changes of the times and the inheritance of life. In the hum of the hair clippers, those unspeakable commitments and sacrifices will eventually find their echo.

Life is nothing but mediocre. After bathing in the spring breeze, there is no need to drive horses for a moment of pride. The flowers in Chang'an are always there, even if tomorrow is not spring, just like it is not the Tang Dynasty now. The wind still blows, and the flowers still bloom, but the flower I see is just a flower, and it will not change depending on which dynasty or season it is. I say she is good-looking and she is good-looking, I say she is ugly and she is ugly. From the moment I saw her, she has lived in my heart. From the moment I know her, she will be eternal in my cognition until I turn into dust and float to the sea. Perhaps in the eyes of others, her life is as inconspicuous as my life in the eyes of others, not as good as a grain of sand in the eyes of others. At least the sand brought him pain and left a moment of memory. Maybe this flower is only a flower in my eyes, and it is just a basil in the eyes of others. It is destined not to become the basil that attracts everyone's attention like Li Bai. It experiences everything of its own in the wind and rain, whether it is the erosion of floods or the warmth of the morning sun. It may grow in rocks or grow in the deep sea. No one knows, just like you and I don't know what experiences each grass on the mountain or the bottom of the sea will receive from God in the future. This is the truth. But their shins speak of all their experiences. If they grow well, it may be because they have enough sunshine. If they grow poorly, they may have enough sunshine, but at least they can explain what they have experienced, just like you and me.

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Lonely, you think of me, but I have already forgotten you

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Mistaken smoke The flowing grazing sparkles with false electricity, and the mirage robs the sea of smoke. Withered and prosperous, a lantern faded away. The ruined magpies are buried in barren moss, and the rotten pillars drag blood streamers. Why is it warm in the embers? Why is it so cold in the dream? Why do we make mistakes every time we meet? Why avoid being entangled? Throwing the mirror will split the sky, and the floating debris will hold the old thread!

Focusing on the life trajectory and spiritual growth of ordinary people, through eight independent and implicitly resonant stories, it outlines the struggle and awakening of contemporary people in loneliness, emotions, and choices. Each story is rooted in daily details, from social fears in the workplace, emotional dilemmas to self-searching, and there is healing power hidden in the smoke. The eight stories connect the growth arcs of ordinary people. There are no earth-shattering plots, but they contain confusions and epiphanies that everyone may encounter. It turns out that the answers to life are often hidden in those moments of persistence, moments of calm letting go, and the transition from "seeking outside" to "seeking within."

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Do you believe there are aliens in this world? Be it superpowers or people from the future, they may be lurking around us. Song Heng was an extremely ordinary small town girl. Like many people, she came to the city to pursue her dreams in pursuit of the meaning of life. However, on the way to get off work one day, she happened to see an alien using his power and a cat came down. Just when Song Heng was afraid that he would be silenced by the alien, the alien knelt down and said, "Please, don't tell anyone that I am an alien!"

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I was an ordinary girl with a happy family, until that day I heard those words, and I started my bumpy road...

After I was reborn as a boy, the first thing I did was go downstairs to the girls' dormitory and squat down to see who I was in my previous life. Seeing the girl in white washed jeans walking quickly with her head lowered, her heart trembled with pain. Her best friend was laughing loudly: "Your boyfriend said you kiss like a dead fish!" I stepped forward to stop them, leaned over and spoke gently to my former self: "Classmate, do you need help?" When she looked up, her eyes were as red as a rabbit. Later, I taught her how to fight back against scumbags and how to make rumormongers pay the price. Until she finally became confident and dazzling, she tilted her head and asked when I confessed: "Why are you so nice to me? Have we known each other before?" I looked into her clear eyes and almost blurted out - I am you.

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Use the most hard-core methods to hide the softest sincerity. Shen Lan transformed into a vicious uncle. Faced with three nephews who hated him and the coming natural disaster, he chose the most difficult path. He is cold-blooded and ruthless on the surface, but secretly changes his destiny. When a natural disaster struck, his home became a safe haven for his relatives. The former villain nephews stood in front of him with red eyes: "Who dares to touch my uncle!"

After I died, I couldn't enter the reincarnation for a long time, and I drank Meng Po soup as if it were water. The bull-headed horse-faced man said that I had done too many evil things in this life, and even the underworld wouldn't accept me. I said that I was being tricked. It was obvious that I was the pure and innocent little white flower. If you didn't believe me, just let me go back to the world to prove it to them. The Lord of Hell was also generous and actually gave me three days. "If you can prove that everything about you in the Book of Life and Death is false, I will let you reincarnate." I burst into tears of gratitude. My adopted sister relied on her parents' preference and sent me to a mental hospital to be tortured day and night. Life was worse than death. Later, when the Dongchuang Incident happened, they set fire to the ward and burned me alive. This time, whether it's my adopted sister or the eccentric parents who committed the corpse fraud, they all have to kneel down and confess their sins to me!

First: "I don't like kissing!" Finally: "I want more baby!"

Qin Qian, who suffered amnesia due to an accident, followed the doctor's advice and went to her previous high school and met a very familiar stranger. Who was this person? The head that had not hurt for a long time seemed to explode. Too many memory fragments rushed in. Qin Qian couldn't bear it and passed out on the spot. Lin Chenhao, who saw Qin Qian again, had a sad face, but a hint of joy in his heart. His lover who had been lost for ten years reappeared in front of him, but why did she not remember him? Looking at his lover being taken away again, Lin Chenhao thought to himself that no matter what this time, I will never let you go again.

Li Mubai, a talented scholar from Suzhou, was robbed on his way to Beijing to take the exam. His servant died tragically, his father died suddenly, his younger brother was murdered, and his family property was misappropriated by his housekeeper. He fell from the clouds into the quagmire overnight. When he was in desperate situation, the immortal in the mountains came to his rescue and gave him money to guide him and help him regain his hope of taking the imperial examination. However, the prosperity of the capital city dazzled his eyes, and he was so obsessed with his appearance that he exhausted all his immortal resources, became seriously ill and became a beggar. Fortunately, he was rescued by an immortal for the second time, and even got married to the immortal's daughter, and lived an ordinary life in the mountains. Many years later, with his desire for revenge still lingering, he returned home with the fairy treasure, exposed the true face of the housekeeper Mouse Spirit, and killed his enemies with his own hands. After his great revenge was avenged, there was no trace of the fairy mountain. He finally settled in his hometown, hiding this adventure of fairy and mortal in his heart, and warning the world not to lose his original intention.

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