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I have no chips, only a heart that loves my family and life.

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A collection of short stories. Each absurd story has a different style, but we should think about whether our lives are essentially absurd.

A true domestic version of "Silicon Valley" AI entrepreneurship record. Traffic avalanche, funds suddenly cut off, and giants are encircling and suppressing, the grassroots team "Yuansheng Technology" used the ultimate underlying architecture and open source belief to confront the fanatical and hypocritical capital black box in the stormy waters of Double Eleven. This is not only a life and death Shura field for liquidating technical debt, but also a hard-core war hymn for a group of geeks to hold on to the bottom line and rebuild the Ark in the AI ​​turmoil.

Xinshui married from Shaanxi to Henan at the age of 22. She thought she had entered heaven, but she fell into the obsession of having a son. He fled to Xinjiang and finally gave birth to his son Jinsuo, who died at the age of three. Even after my father passed away, I could not see him for the last time. Later, she gave birth to her son Li Gen, but her husband Shuqin died of cancer. Xinshui raised two children alone, and eventually reorganized the family with Brother Zhou, who was also from Henan. Many years later, the children grew up, filial and sensible. Xinshui finally understood: happiness is not elsewhere, but in one's own heart.

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People always say that one has to see through the world of mortals. But what is the world of mortals? It's love and hate, it's fame and fortune, it's something you can't get, and it's something you can't let go of. It's a bitter pill that's hard to swallow, and it's a glass of liquor that makes you drunk.

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Twenty-four-year-old Chen Nian was completely confused about life due to the double blow of broken love and frustration in the workplace. The old alley fortune teller's words, "It's hard to change your destiny despite hard work and ups and downs", became a shackles that trapped her. Today's topic scrolled repeatedly on the electronic screen on the street. Do you believe in fate? She once nodded firmly, willing to compromise with the so-called fate, give up opportunities, avoid sincerity, and spend time in confusion. Until the airborne director Lin Shen appeared, tearing apart her disguise of self-escape with sobriety and determination, making her doubt her destined destiny for the first time. It turns out that life is never a written hexagram, but a pen held in one's own hand. She began to break away from her cowardice, fight against depression, and rewrite the trajectory of her life through persistence and hard work. From sinking into the trough to growing up against the wind, from deeply believing in destiny to taking control of himself, Chen Nian finally understood that destiny is never determined by God. Those who once thought they could not overcome the frustrations and the unattainable perfection will eventually find their own answers on the way forward.

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When Song Wanning returned to Shanghai from Beijing, he originally wanted to interview Lu Jingchuan and make a feature film about chips for ordinary people. But she didn't expect that "Brother Chuanchuan" who would protect her when she was a child, has now become the most difficult man to get close to in Zhangjiang - cold, taciturn, and always breaks an appointment. When they first met, he stopped her outside the core craft area in public. The more she wanted to enter his world, the more she was involved in an out-of-control storm: As the head of verification for a 12-inch production line equipment manufacturer in Zhangjiang, Lu Jingchuan is under great pressure. Key equipment is stuck in the verification window for the last three months before customer introduction. Yields are out of control, parameters drift, and repeatability is not up to standard. Customers put pressure on the team, and the team is on the verge of collapse. And her self-media content transformation also encountered obstacles everywhere. Her family urged her to get married, and her partners forced her to stop losses. At this moment, the gentle and decent surgeon Shen Xuwen handed over the engagement ring. It wasn't until he pushed her away with his own hands and cut her open in public that she realized that it was not that Lu Jingchuan didn't care about her, but that he had already received an ultimatum - his heart must be operated on immediately, otherwise he would die at any time. But the equipment has not been verified and the project has not been completed, so he cannot fail; she is too close, and he is afraid of dragging her down. An engineer who risks his life to carry out equipment verification. A woman who knew she would be hurt, but still wanted to tell the truth to the world for him. In the three-month countdown, they went from reunion, misunderstanding, side by side to breakup, to staying together life and death. When the feature film aired and the project finally passed the verification window, everyone thought they had won - but Lu Jingchuan fell behind the finish line.

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A girl who never knew how to play the piano became a well-known pianist

"You in the Mobile Phone" Liu Mingyuan is a heavy mobile phone addict, and his game ID is Gu Deng. He controls Zhang Liang, the character in "Refraction Game" every day, catches up with Zhang Yu's counterattack in the novel "God-given Benevolence", and watches Lin Chen's short drama about making up for his regrets in "Dream Weaver". On the phone, he can do anything. Outside the phone, his seven-year-old daughter Xiaonuan called him, "Dad, look," but he could only look up for two seconds. Until that day in the park, when his daughter called him for the fourth time, he raised his head - the black screen of his mobile phone reflected his face, which looked fifteen years older. Standing by the sand pit was 22-year-old Xiao Nuan, wearing a bachelor's uniform. She looked at him calmly and said, "Dad, I graduated and will leave next week." He lowered his head for two seconds and missed her entire childhood. This is a parable about "bowing down" and "looking up". The question is – when are you going to look up? .........

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(This novel is written in memory of my mother who has been a barefoot doctor for 43 years) A tribute to the rural barefoot doctors of that era! This is a true adapted story Zhang Yueqin is a barefoot doctor in Renjiazhuang. After studying in the provincial capital, he returned to his hometown to practice medicine. The mountain village lacked medical treatment and medicine, so the villagers were skeptical of her at first. She went from house to house, made medical appointments late at night, and waded into floods to rescue patients, gradually gaining trust. She made homemade tools, collected medicines in times of crisis, and sent doctors to hospitals on snowy nights. She always stuck to her post. Don't argue or defend when rumors spread, and respond to doubts with actual results. When the plague struck, she took the lead in preventing the epidemic, but she persisted even though she was tired. Provocation from other villages turned the hostility into friendship with benevolent medical skills. For many years, she healed countless villagers, but refused to go to the city with a high salary. Even though he was old and frail, he still taught his apprentices and wrote down medical records to pass on his experience. Before his death, he was concerned about the health of the villagers, and his last wish was to serve the village. She was poor all her life, but she became a medical spirit in the hearts of the villagers.

At 4:25 in the morning, tricycles rolled over the road, and the villages on the outskirts of Beijing woke up. This is an enclave on the edge of Beijing's Sixth Ring Road - half soil, half cement; half crops, half high-rise buildings. Old Liu from Shandong who sells vegetables, Hainan from Henan who sells pancakes, Hebei couple who make steamed buns, Xishi with soy milk, retired workers, old ladies with thermos buckets... They come from all directions and take root in this urban-rural fringe, living day after day. And I, a thirty-one-year-old drifter from Beijing, live in a rental house in this village. Being woken up in the early morning, going to the market early in the morning, and waking up in an empty bed late at night. I look for small differences in the repetitive daily life, and touch the warmth of others in the lonely gaps. This is a book about "in between" - between city and country, between hometown and foreign land, between numbness and sensitivity. Record the little things that are not seen, and write down the people who are not remembered.

It tells the story of a five-star chef from Guangzhou, China, who survives in the Nordic polar night. Wang Sheng experienced the triple collapse of his identity, skills, and dignity in Sweden. Until they met a Fujian woman who had been struggling in Sweden for fifteen years and was wanted to cut off by her biological son as a "complex background". Two lonely souls abandoned by their respective pasts used a frying pan, a shabby shop, and a bowl of braised pork with tangerine peel to survive in the cracks of the gravel in a foreign land. This is a novel about exile and survival, failure and reconstruction. It not only writes about how a person survives, but also how a soul grows roots again in a piece of ice and snow that refuses to melt. With poetic brushwork, cold observation and hot emotions, the novel cuts through the undercurrents under the bright surface of the Nordic high-welfare society, and writes about how those marginalized people who have no tax numbers, no names, and may be "erased" at any time, guard the last warmth of human beings at the lowest point of existence.

Peng Gensheng, a young ink master who graduated from Shandong Jianzhu University, possesses lost ancient skills and modern architectural knowledge. When he first arrived in Tianshui City, he was spotted by industry leader Zhou Zhenyuhui with his unique skill of holding beams and pillars, and joined Dingfeng Ancient Architecture. The crisis in the Confucian Temple, the bidding conspiracy, the unjust case at the construction site, and the industry siege. He was successively suppressed by the capital boss Gao Ming, the speculator Wang Lei, the playboy Zhao Tianye, and the industry tycoon Zhao Tiancheng who was swallowed by obsession. When his best friend was seriously injured and in a desperate situation, Peng Gensheng took ancient methods as his soul and modernity as his purpose. He teamed up with Gao Qianyi and the righteous craftsmen to make a comeback, and finally became a master of restoring ancient buildings, protecting the cultural heritage and gaining love.

Maybe some children have been frozen in that moment, and their growth is only superficial...

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This is a book that is still growing crookedly. This is the first time that the author has seriously written such a dark work. The technique is not mature, the rhythm is occasionally out of control, the logic may have some loopholes, and sometimes he even doesn't know where the next piece of the puzzle will fall. If you feel awkward when you see something-- There is a high probability that it is really awkward, no doubt about it. But I will try my best to finish him off. This book tells more than just stories. Rather, they are "fragments" that are deliberately ignored but always exist. What a person has done may not necessarily be remembered... But it doesn't go away. He would stay in another way. Maybe in the shadow, Maybe in a dream... As for whether the writing is good or not? You can curse, dear reader, but gently. After all, the author is also a novice. After I finished writing it, I didn't dare to look back. If you are willing to read on-- Then let's finish this puzzle together.

In his previous life, Zhao Ming served as a soldier. After changing his career, he was able to eat commercial food as he wished, and got rid of the fate of hoeing the earth. But after he joined the army, his family broke up, his parents were gone, his second sister and younger brother died, and he lived alone in the world, leaving only a body full of debts and guilt. Rebirth in 1979, back to the day when he learned about joining the army. This time, Zhao Ming did not want this opportunity to change his destiny. Blind bears, giant wild boars, lynxes, stupid roe deer... In this age where people can hunt and shoot, they can all be obtained from the vast mountains and forests of the Northeast based on their ability. In this life, Zhao Ming goes hunting in the mountains and wants to live a good life of leisure, wealth and no worries with his family.

The sweet but not greasy love story between a sister and a brother focuses on the small interactions in life and the two-way heartbeat, filling the room with warmth and pampering.

A book that is part fantasy and part autobiography. When Duanmuqing was 24 years old, his parents were still alive and his relationship with his girlfriend was stable. The tepidness of the first twenty years seems to have passed by like a passing cloud, not worth mentioning. I met her when I was severely beaten by society, and the guidance in the dark was both liberation and prison. "Aqing, do you believe in fate?" Lele asked casually. Duanmuqing: "I believe it, otherwise why would I meet you? But the important thing is that you put your hands down from my hair first."

From 2010 to 2025, "Qingshiban Alley", an old urban area of ​​a second-tier city in southern China, was a forgotten corner of the city, with low bungalows, crowded courtyards, and damp alleys, inhabited by traffickers, laid-off workers, unemployed vagrants, and migrant workers. There is no glamorous career or a luxurious life in the alley. There is only the exhaustion of running for three meals a day, the trivial quarrels over firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the reality of being torn apart for a little benefit. It also hides the simplest warmth and the deepest hatred of the people at the bottom. As the city expands, a demolition payment and a resettlement house have become huge rocks that disturb the tranquility of the entire alley. All love, hate, and resentment have completely erupted in this game of survival and profit.

Young memories are like aged wine, which become more fragrant and mellow over time, filling people with wonderful memories. However, time is like a shameless thief, stealing certain memories and diluting the good memories. Let us light this roll of memory incense, pick up that red bean cake, walk into this wisp of green plum fragrance, and recreate that wonderful time! I would like to write this article to commemorate the childlike years of those born in the 80s and 90s, as well as the youthful years that we will all eventually pass away.

About the author: Name: Li Jianhai Age: 16 Political outlook: Communist Youth League member With prose as the bone, he records the specific texture of the fireworks in the world; with miscellaneous poems as the wings, he expresses his poetic odes to the various aspects of life. The work closely adheres to the theme of "reality" and refuses suspended expression. The author focuses his lens on all living beings, from the sufferings of the people to the brilliance of human nature, from the changes of the times to the small blessings in daily life. He outlines the long scroll of society with calm brushwork and soothes the secular soul with warm verses. Between rough life and exquisite poetry, this book builds a bridge to the heart.

You have your life, and I have my life. When our different lives collide, sparks fly in an instant...

Time passes slowly, like white catkins, and passes like running water. Do you still remember those things in the past, and do you still remember those people in the past?

? Theme: panoramic realism of contemporary society + intergenerational dilemma + individual awakening and collective kindness ? Theme: Society is not sick, but people's hearts are disordered; there is no need to take medicine, just return to your original position. The old have something to do, the middle have responsibilities, and the few have no direction, use honest work, professional perseverance, and mutual complementarity to rebuild a well-ordered society.

Start with a negative level and test the world! Kill from level 1 to level 99999! A tester finally pushed the Eternal Realm! One rage will destroy the world, one thought will cut off all the ruins!

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The struggle history of an ordinary low-level person

Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

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Looking back at the past, everything was lost

Before I decided to write this novel, I had no clear goals or good ideas. It's purely a whim, and it doesn't matter where you stick to it!

Open the end and there is a tight door.

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Entering the world of Beng Tie, whether to bring the system to become invincible, or to fish and farm somewhere, of course, I am a bit bored. My novel is not completely based on the Ben Hua Star Railway. The protagonist is born on a planet similar to the fairy boat culture. I named it Cang Hua. The planet is managed by a unified government and the concept is people-oriented. Write about it, whether it's good or not, you don't care, but it's quite satisfying to experience things in the novel that you dare not try. I am me, and the person in the novel is also me, it's all me, but the me in the novel is more human. Do you want to experience the true beauty of human nature? I try my best. And although I can't see the data, I believe that my novel will live on, because when a person experiences the so-called refreshing novel, he will face the contradictory emptiness of the powerlessness of reality. Believe me, anyone who has not been brainwashed by the fast pace will ask himself, and I am no exception. This article will be my growth novel, of course, it refers to reality and novels.

The light in the corner has been waiting for me to discover. It turns out that the world...

Have you ever had a moment like this: ·? You obviously didn't do anything, but you are so tired? ·? The harder you work, the more unlucky you get? ·? The more anxious you are, the more chaotic you will be? ·? Changing places, inexplicably comfortable or uncomfortable? ·? Suddenly thought of a person and received his message the next second? These are not coincidences, it is your energy state that speaks. This book does not talk about big principles, but only solves your 10 most painful problems: tiredness, unluckiness, anxiety, insomnia, lack of energy, meeting villains, feeling uncomfortable when changing places, dreams coming true, not being able to figure things out, and things not going your way. There are only nine words in the core: smoothness leads to smoothness, blockage leads to illness, and overload leads to chaos. Regardless of personal growth, interpersonal relationships, work status, or physical health, there is no escape from this law. Author: Commoner's Heart. Three years ago, he started asking "Why can't people in a vegetative state wake up?" And used his own body to verify this theory. He is not a scholar, but a person who is willing to stop and think. This book does not give you "answers", but helps you "see yourself". Once you see it, the path will naturally be there. Who should read it: ·? People who are often tired, anxious, and think too much ·? People who do things poorly and always meet villains ·? People who are curious about the nature of life ·? A person who is willing to stop and think for a while