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Dedicated to my beloved grandpa - he took me to see hundreds of scenery in the world and rebuilt my self-confidence when I was most desperate. This book is a bridge of longing that I have paved with words. Death may not be the end, but the entrance to another journey. "I" left this world in an accident, but met an angel in the dim light of heaven. A special opportunity lies before me: I can return to the human world and help 100 souls realize their unfinished dreams. But the rules are cold and cruel - the ability is limited, and every time a helping hand is extended, it may accelerate the disappearance of "I" as a passer-by. The realization of every dream is a profound understanding of human nature. In this process, "I" not only witnessed the love that transcends life and death, the persistent protection, and the silent reconciliation, but also in the life fragments of each seeker, I vaguely saw my own past and the knot that I could never let go of - about parting and about the unspoken love. This is not only a journey to help others realize their dreams, but also a pilgrimage for "I" to face his heart, understand the meaning of life, and finally reconcile with himself. My grandfather used his broad arms to rebuild my broken self-confidence with his simplest wisdom at the darkest and self-doubting moments in my life, teaching me to see the glimmer of light even in adversity. The deepest missing is not to indulge in sadness, but to live better with the love and courage given to us by the deceased. The real farewell is to learn to gain the strength to move forward in memory and understand that every life has its own unique meaning.

I had a long dream, In the dream, the Time Administration released this quarter's recovery report, listing "Black Crow" as the most wanted time criminal in history! His accumulated time debt has reached a record high of 927 years! It has seriously endangered the management of the Time Administration and the stability of the world. I fully agree with this and decided to take immediate action. Because, the person they sent to capture the "Black Crow" was me. And "Black Crow" is me in the future

On the night of the 2008 earthquake, Chen Shouzhuo, the stuttering and cowardly young master of the leather workshop, was framed by Zhou Pingchuan, the son of an apprentice who sympathized with his brothers, and escaped before the battle, causing the century-old leather workshop to be destroyed. Chen Shouzhuo was unable to defend himself and was whipped out of the school. He took a piece of mutilated leather with Zhou Pingchuan's fingerprints on it and left his hometown. Fifteen years later, he became a master of leather art incognito, but Zhou Pingchuan stole the name of the Chen family and dominated the market with machine imitation. When the empire of lies was on the verge of collapse, the two finally settled their grudges in a craftsman showdown at the ruins of the cellar. Chen Shouzhuo used the treasured piece of old leather to mend the leather that had been damaged by Zhou Pingchuan's tanning. According to the cobbler's rules, once mended, the scars would become patterns.

Maybe you have also been trapped by memories.

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This story is adapted from real events. When the twins were one month old, the male protagonist's family was jointly sued by his grandmother and four aunts, and the entire village slandered him for being unfilial. The male protagonist endured it for several years, forced himself to suffer from anxiety attacks, secretly controlled the twins with his double personality, and accurately attacked the heart. He finally uncovered the family conspiracy and used the most ruthless means to maintain the most upright family tradition and family ties.

Three years ago, a shocking financial collapse buried half of the city's elite. Some people reach the top, some go bankrupt, and some die without a burial. Only Lu Linyuan swallowed up all the dirty information, evidence, and infamy on his own. He fell from the throne of capital into the quagmire and became a criminal despised by everyone in the industry. Everyone in the world knows that he is traitorous, greedy for profit, ruining situations and harming others. No one knows-- He was the only sober victim. Three years later, the deadlock restarted, the jackal returned, and old scores were settled. Lu Linyuan, who had been silent for three years, transformed into a low-level loser and entered the game in a low-key manner. He had no intention of saving people, and he had no intention of joining the world. He just wanted to tear up the entire black web of cannibalism with his own hands. But he ran into the craziest, coldest and most stubborn huntress - Xu Jin. She was burdened with the blood debt of the Master Sect. She had been sneaking for three years, licking blood with the tip of her knife, chasing the murderer step by step. She only lives for one thing: Find out who caused the collapse and pay with blood. The two met in a game and judged each other with one glance-- The other party is an enemy, a ghost, and the deepest hidden black hand. He hides his trap to lure the enemy, is covered in darkness, and calculates every step. She hunts with hatred, is full of edge, and takes risks every step of the way. Everyone is a mask, everyone is betraying, everyone is plotting. Abyss meets abyss, crazy critic meets crazy critic, sinner meets avenger. You risk my future, and I'll bet on you for the rest of my life. Everyone in the world is at a loss, but you and I can start a prairie fire and be reborn.

Island of the Gods Hundreds of Ghosts at Night An eccentric family of three A bloodthirsty serial killing Under the gate of good and evil The crazy detective and the evil spirit finally have a battle! !

Some people stay in yesterday forever, Before I knew it, I saw him for the last time. This book is about these people and these things. The ordinary life of an ordinary person. Running account. Write wherever you think. It doesn't make any sense. Just these years, The road I have walked, the people I have lost, and the words I have not been able to say. So, if you're not busy - Why don't you just waste time with me.

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The house we took out a loan for collapsed that day. At noon on the day when the earth shrunk, mountains and rivers shifted, volcanoes blocked the sun, tsunamis of thousands of meters pushed hundreds of kilometers inland, and seven billion people in the world disappeared... Wei Chen picks up the small earth that he can do as he pleases, and is about to face a sudden change in marine life. How will he deal with a new species explosion and mass extinction, and how will he face the power of real and illusory... ... (Although there is a seemingly omnipotent object like the small earth, the story is a realistic theme, with disasters and life and death. If readers who only read cool articles are not strong enough, a warm reminder is to take a detour, lest they feel unhappy and come here to curse...)

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The gentlest words Chen Yang had ever heard in his life were spoken by a man who accepted his fate. "If you like it, keep going." Sister Gillian had just married when she said this. She was seventeen years old, and her eyes had no light left. It was 1999, in a small county in the southwest mountainous area. Compulsory education has not yet become universal, and there are only two options for girls: working or getting married. Chen Yang chose the third option. She has a cute round face and speaks softly. No one would associate her with the word "fighting". It took her a long time to believe that the little girl peeping out of the boxing gym window, the daughter who didn't even take a step back when her father lifted the pole, the girl who was crushed in her first match but refused to take a shot for three rounds, could really turn her fist into her own name. Then she did. But success doesn't solve all problems. Sister Gillian was not saved by this, her father never said "I was wrong", and those voices of "girls shouldn't box" have not disappeared. Only she stood up. Over and over again.

After the late Ming Dynasty, Chinese people were really poor. Especially after the late Qing Dynasty and the reform and opening up, they were basically so poor that there was no need to discuss how to pass on the family. Just like a poor man said, don't teach me how to leave family money to my descendants. Our family has no money. Therefore, in the past, the inheritance of wealth, how to pass on the family, etc., Were all taught by wealthy families, and only a few wealthy families still have some leftovers.

The history of a modern family's prosperity, In the late Qing Dynasty, the people of King Ai lived in poverty. In a once prosperous family, due to taxes, disasters, and diseases, the brothers who had already separated from the family started a conflicting game of material wealth and hereditary ethics...

When a former professional athlete driven by impulse and instinct breaks into the system of an engineer who models everything with control and algorithms, the two evolve from an experimental relationship of "body sampling" into an unsolvable emotional deadlock in the constant confrontation between reality and the unstructured environment, and eventually rewrite each other's life parameters in a process of loss of control and self-reconstruction. Cold sense engineer x chaotic passionate sports student Mecha Crazy x Crazy Hot Girl Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) x Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) The man who tries to control everything × the woman who is always unpredictable

On the eve of his adulthood, Chu Fanchen, a young man from the Lingnan countryside, opened a camphor wood box left by his grandfather and found a yellowed battlefield diary, which revealed a tragic song for the Lingnan children about the Battle of Songhu. Ancestors and fellow villagers Aqiang left their hometown to die and were buried in a foreign land. The surviving veterans remained silent for half their lives, hiding the pain of the war on the page. Fanchen has gradually learned to read and research history since he was young, and understands the ambition of his ancestors to serve the country. After receiving the enlistment notice, he embarks on the journey, encounters a fallen veteran, and continues the inheritance of his family and country that spans decades.

Sanwa, Sier, and Wuxi all like fishing, so they jointly contracted to raise fish in the reservoir. Once, Sanwa caught a big carp. When he dissected the fish, he found a gold ring! The news spread, and the rumor that a gold ring was found in the belly of a fish was heard by people from the Public Security Bureau, which attracted great attention from the Public Security Bureau. After an in-depth investigation and secret investigation, and with the help of modern crime-solving tools, a serial murder case was actually solved.

Self-order I've always wanted to write a novel that was just about people. There is no earth-shattering fate, no ups and downs of adventure, no protagonist and villain with clear distinction between good and evil. Just ordinary people. The kindness of ordinary people is real, selfishness is real, cowardice is real, and the occasional nobility, momentary repentance, and fleeting tenderness are also real. Human nature is never a straight line, it is folds. It is the ravine hidden under the smooth life, it is the darkness piled under the bright surface, it is the swing and pull that every ordinary person like you and I can't get rid of in our life. The 300,000 words in this novel are not about legend, but the 30,000 words are about life. It writes about how a person can see and accept himself bit by bit in the world, family relationships, interests, guilt, and desires, and finally live the most ordinary and true life.

I am thirty-three years old. When I write in my spare time, I only write about the real people under my nose. I do not make up bizarre stories or add sensationalism.

Is the world seen with the eyes real? Or is the world in your heart real? True, false, false, illusion, true disillusionment! When the real world conflicts with the spiritual world, do you know who you are? What is true? What is fake?

Core plot: The male protagonist Lin Chuan takes the retired military dog ​​"Black Tiger" back to his abandoned hometown, cleans up the old house, and reclaims wasteland. Black Tiger showed his amazing sense of smell and helped Lin Chuan find the best wild mushrooms and wild ginseng. Lin Chuan took the mountain goods to the city's farmer's market to test the waters, and met the first female protagonist - Su Qinghan, the cold and beautiful female president of the fresh food supermarket. Highlights: The warm daily life of one person and one dog, the top-notch mountain goods shock the people in the city, and Su Qinghan has a strong interest in Lin Chuan.

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The person Su Mo didn't want to see the most was her ex-husband's sister Zhang Yun. For two years, they should have stopped interacting with each other. But Su Mo's company's life insurance business line is about to collapse, and she has no hope of promotion or even a decent job. The only person who can save the day is the old enemy who called her "cold-blooded and calculating". Su Mo set up a trap to bring Zhang Yun in. But the situation was broken, Zhang Yun's career was wiped out, and she had no choice but to move into Su Mo's house with her suitcase. Two women with a grudge faced each other tit for tat in the conference room during the day, and looked at each other under the same roof at night. The company is besieged on all sides, and they have to cooperate amidst confrontation and confess amidst suspicion. From old enemies to partners, from calculations to back-to-backs - they fought countless tough battles, broke through the siege, and became each other's strongest alliance.

Han Ying Zui Hua At six o'clock in the morning, I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the library, and the creaking sound echoed in the empty hall. Today is the last day before the college entrance examination, and I decided to come to this place that has been with me for three years to say my final farewell. The sun shines through the stained glass windows, casting colorful light and shadow on the wooden floor. I walked to the innermost bookshelf with familiarity, where my favorite "Book of Songs" was hidden. My fingertips slid across the spine of the book and stopped on the yellowed pages, as if I could feel the temperature from a thousand years ago. "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the River Island." I whispered softly, and the image of the ancients singing by the river emerged in my mind. Suddenly, a small sob interrupted my thoughts. Looking around, there was a girl sitting in the corner, holding a copy of "Chu Ci" and crying silently. "Are you okay?" I walked over and handed him a tissue. She raised her head, her eyes red and swollen: "I was reading "Li Sao" and read, "I took a long breath to cover my tears and mourned the hardships of the people's livelihood." Suddenly I couldn't help it. How desperate must Qu Yuan have been back then?" I was stunned. In the past three years, I have read "Li Sao" countless times, but I have never felt the same way she did. I always pursue the accuracy of recitation and the depth of understanding, but I forget that the most touching thing about literature is that it resonates with our lives. "Did you know?" The girl wiped her tears. "My mother is a sanitation worker and has to go out at three o'clock every morning. She always said that no matter how hard life is, she must be like Qu Yuan, 'The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.' I didn't understand it before, but now I understand the weight of her words after reading "Li Sao"."

My mother, Wang Xiulan, "saw" my father come back three years after his death. This is not a ghost story, it is the story of a woman who made the dead come alive inside her. She used her brute strength to pay off her debts, pay off her son, and plant sorghum. My mother, Wang Xiulan, "saw" my father come back three years after his death. This is not a ghost story, it is the story of a woman who made the dead come alive inside her. She used her brute strength to pay off her debts, pay off her son, and plant sorghum.

In 1999, Jiangcheng, an important northern town. That was an era before smartphones and the Internet were not yet widespread. Boys and girls express their feelings by passing notes, singing songs and folding lucky stars. The video store on the street corner plays pop hits all day long, and the roller skating rink and arcade are extracurricular activities that students yearn for. On the eve of this millennium, which is full of vitality and changes of the times, the purest group portraits of youth are staged on the campus of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

This is a story about money. It's not the kind of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of money, but a few thousand, ten thousand, thirty thousand - these numbers are not big, but each one is like a multiple-choice question: who do you save, who do you give up, and who do you rank at the bottom. There are no bad guys. There is no inversion. No one burst into tears or suddenly had an idea at the end. There was only a pool of cold water at fifteen degrees. And a regular guy who fishes it out every day.

Liu Fenfang, a career woman with an extreme personality, is devoted to her family, but she is constantly attacked. While she is sad, she meets a police classmate Chang Hao, adjusts herself, and tries to repair her family relationship. Husband Wang Jiannan finally stopped at the edge of the cliff and returned to his family. The two re-examined the way they get along, faced the future, rediscovered their original intentions, and cherished them for a lifetime.

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Twenty-year-old Chen Qing dropped out of school at the age of sixteen to enter the world, and spent four years in the world. With no background, no support, and no place to go, he is sensitive and introverted, trapped in self-denial, struggling alone in the quagmire of poverty, loneliness, and anxiety. The whole book records his complete life from wandering to survive, fighting against the internal friction of the native people, surviving countless dark nights when no one cares about him, finally reconciling with himself, taking root in the dust and growing up.

In Raozhuang in the Wanbei Plain, the mute tree at the entrance of the village is the spiritual totem of the whole village. After the mute tree bloomed in 1956, the goddess Rao Shen picked up the baby boy Liu Jiayi under the tree. Their daughter Rao Lanzhi and her son-in-law Liu Wei were misdiagnosed as infertile and adopted Jiayi. Unexpectedly, they gave birth to two sons and a daughter. Jiayi became an outsider from then on, with only her grandmother to protect her. Rao Shen inherited the position of goddess in her later years. Her niece Rao Xiaofeng suffered from cancer and was involved in a car accident. Her son Rao Langang died suddenly under a mute tree at the inheritance ceremony. Rao Shen also passed away in resentment. Jiayi, who had lost his asylum, was regarded as a "fool" by the locals because of his rigidity and seriousness. He married Zhang Donghua, who was also honest, and they had three sons and one daughter. Misfortunes followed one after another: the eldest son was stupid and fell into a vegetative state; the second son accidentally entered a pyramid scheme and committed suicide by jumping into a river after being released from prison; the third son lost contact after his wife and children separated; his daughter died in childbirth, one dead and two dead. The second daughter-in-law abused her mother-in-law to death of starvation, abandoned her foolish daughter, and died of cancer herself; only the grandson Wenjun went crazy and became sane under the successive blows. The Liu brothers and sisters each have their own predicaments, and the relatives and friends of the Rao family are all trapped in superstition and coldness. The family begins and ends with the dumb tree. He firmly believes in the blessing of the gods and prays again and again despite suffering. He survived the death of his wife, betrayal and separation, and finally fell under a mute tree with his eldest son who was in a vegetative state. The novel uses the life of Jia Yi to connect the fate of dozens of little people, criticizes the shackles of ignorance on human nature, and reveals the powerlessness and struggle of the bottom characters in their fate and times.

In 1995, in Tiebei District of Bincheng, factory performance was becoming increasingly difficult, and many families were facing changes in their lives. In this context, the fates of two children from ordinary working-class families - Shen Mo and Lin Wanqing - are forever intertwined because of an accident. In the twenty-three years since, they have never appeared together in public. Their contact is limited to secret channels, and their relationship only exists in the words and clues of others. One goes higher and higher in the sun, and the other sinks deeper and deeper into the darkness. But everyone who comes close to her will suffer...

Lin Xiaomi believes in love. The foreign student Dika, who calls himself "the son of an African chief", weaves a perfect dream with sweet words and luxury goods. On the day she graduated from college, she followed him halfway around the world, thinking that a palace and a crown were waiting for her. What greeted her was a tin house, a shovel and red earth. The moment Dika fell out, Lin Xiaomi realized that he was not the chief's son, but a human trafficker. And she was the slave he bought for three thousand dollars. Exposure, beatings, slave labor in gold mines, sacrifices to the rain god... She died on the red soil of Africa, again and again. But every time she closed her eyes, she opened them again. Back to Dika's car. Back to the red dirt road. Back to the moment the nightmare began. She stopped running away. She began to learn-to learn their language, to learn their sins, to learn how to destroy this man-eating system from within. This time, she will make everyone who has hurt her pay the price. On top of the burning earth. She is no longer prey.

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Introduction to the work "The Seventh Letter Unsent" Lin Yuan is a young Taoist priest. He can draw talismans, arrange strange doors, interpret hexagrams, and find a way forward for others. But I can't figure out my own relationship. Three years ago, he met a girl from Guangdong on the Internet. She is gentle, kind, and a little stupid. She always likes to hold the cat and say to him: "Okay, okay." At that time, Lin Yuan thought that people who truly love each other would never leave. So he left his time for games, his care for tomorrow, and his response for later. Until one day. The person who always waits for news from him is no longer waiting. The girl who always called him "kid" completely disappeared into the sea of ​​people. Three years later. Lin Yuan began to have the same dream continuously. In the dream, there was a Taoist temple that I had never seen before. There are ginkgo leaves flying all over the sky. There is a cat named Lu Yi. And the girl who left long ago. In the seventh dream, she turned back and asked him: "If you could do it over again, would you still keep me waiting?" This is a story about loss, regret, growth and redemption. It is also the story of a young man who is obsessed with saving someone and learns to face life again. Some letters were never sent. Some people never forget.

If I want to get to know butterflies, I have to be able to withstand the interruption of two or three caterpillars.

Taking heat island travel as the background, it is a travel novel that integrates education, culture and tourism, science and technology, and society.

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Two young people in sunset city

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At the age of 35, I have all this but no one to share it with. Now I start over again and everything will develop in a good direction. When the grapes will ripen, you have to wait and wait.

It's very messy and doesn't update quickly.

This novel is about how Lin Mu escapes?

After experiencing emotional setbacks and workplace hardships, with the help of friends and his own awakening, the Lord lost his love-mindedness, became transparent, and focused more on himself. With his connections and excellent work ability, he finally took charge of himself, realized his own life value, lived a confident and transparent life, and found true love. After experiencing emotional setbacks and workplace hardships, with the help of friends and his own awakening, the Lord lost his love-mindedness, became transparent, and focused more on himself. With his connections and excellent work ability, he finally took charge of himself, realized his own life value, lived a confident and transparent life, and found true love.