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The story of Mao Mao and Grandma Cui's mutual redemption and companionship

I loved dreaming since I was a child, so I started recording dream stories since I was 16. The stories recorded in my notebook at that time were called "Dream Stories". Later, when I was 20 years old, I changed the story collection to "Dream Travels". The current "Dream Travels" is the "Dream Travels" at that time. This book is mainly based on the scenes in dreams, and is a collection of short stories adapted from it. Since it is a dream story, it is purely fictional. My dream story is similar to Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" Almost, the story has a lot of fantasy elements. My classmates who read the stories I wrote 20 years ago said that my works are a bit like Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and the collection of novels written by Qiong Yao. Because my dream stories are not only mixed with fantasy plots, but also have poetic backgrounds in the dramas... But let me make it clear here that I am not promoting superstition, but the needs of the storyline. I hope all teachers can understand...

He is a popular singer on stage and an impeccable actor behind the camera. Surrounded by flowers and applause, the spotlight illuminates the way forward, and his wish hidden behind the halo is to find someone in the glitz and have a vigorous love together.

Introduction to "Resonant Wounds" Beneath the surface of a peaceful world lurks a silent plague called "Echo." It is not a virus, but the out-of-control manifestation of deep trauma in reality - painful memories will turn into haloes tearing apart space, generations of silence will summon giant spirits from alien stars, and social divisions will manifest themselves into cubes cutting through space. Courier Ling Xiao was trapped in the rainy night when his sister died. His "Quick Shadow" ability made him as fast as lightning, but at the cost of constantly losing his memory. The aphasic girl Ye Heng is burdened with the silent suffering of the women in her family. Her "call" is connected to the terrifying alien giant, and the church bells sound like mourning for those in trouble. At the same time, her body was gradually petrified. When the two meet in disaster, they are forced to form an alliance and escape pursuit. Behind them are the official organizations that intend to contain and study "Echo", and the mysterious cult that regards "Echo" as dirty and wants to completely purify it. What lies ahead are their own deteriorating "symptoms" and a gradually revealed truth: these forces are not blessings or curses, but unheard trauma, searching for words to be understood. This is a story about pain, resonance and redemption. When the scars in your heart become the force that tears reality apart, do you choose to be swallowed up by it, or learn to talk to it and find new wholeness in the brokenness?

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After three years of marriage, Lin Ranshuo has become the most inconspicuous accessory around Gu Yichen. He was arrogant, indifferent, took her efforts for granted, and allowed Bai Yueguang to push her into a desperate situation. Until the day she signed the divorce, she wiped away her tears and completely cut off the past. Everyone else was waiting to see her end in despair, but they didn't know - she met someone who really understood her, stayed with the gentle and reliable Senior Brother Lu, and had a belated love; her worst revenge was not to pester or accuse, but to completely ignore him. When they met again, Gu Yichen fell from the clouds into the quagmire, destitute and filled with regret. He humbled himself to please her, which earned her an indifferent look. Bai Yueguang reaped the consequences and was imprisoned. And he eventually went to the mountains to teach, seeking a glimmer of redemption in the dust, which became the most ironic ashes in his arrogant life. Someone asked her if she was relieved. Lin Ran only said: I no longer live for hatred, I only live to live up to myself. Along the way, she tore off her shackles, was reborn in Nirvana, won her career, gained true love, and completed the most complete self-salvation. Does your ex-husband regret it so much? No, he didn't even have the qualifications to let me look up.

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Flowers are ready to be broken when they are in full bloom. Don't wait until there are no flowers left to break the branches.

This article is for an imaginary era and imaginary world (meaning that things do not even happen on earth). If you think it is really unreasonable, just take it as a joke.

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Here is a collection of my short stories. My daily life and fantasies are recorded here.

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A girl's confession of abusing a cat! --After her grandmother died, she left a tabby cat to the girl. However, the girl hated the tabby cat very much and abused it in every possible way. The tabby cat had to leave the girl, but the tabby cat did not forget or bear grudge against the girl, and saved the girl's life many times!

Destiny is unpredictable, and Li Susu's life has been turned upside down. From the beloved daughter of the Prime Minister to an orphan girl burdened with her mother's unscrupulous reputation, if you want to know what happens next, listen to the next chapter.

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A person born in the 1990s in the northwest recalls interesting childhood stories

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Some people are so close yet so far away. There are some distances that you will be happy when you cross them. There are some distances that you will realize only after you cross them. The reason why the distance is a distance is because it can never be crossed. The distance between near and far is geography, psychology, space, and time. It is you and me. It is the just right distance between us. If you take a step closer, you will disappear, and if you take a step further, you will forget it, so so be it. Near, far, not too far, not too close, just enough for me to miss you all my life, some distance, just right, just enough to miss, just enough to miss, just enough to remember you for a lifetime. All the emotions in my memory are contained in these stories.

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The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, death betrays, dreams and reality

"Monk, wouldn't you be my husband? Why are you running away?" I rested my chin on the man's shoulder and looked at him with a smile. The man closed his eyes and shook his shoulders, "Girl, please respect yourself." "Self-respect?" I sneered and raised my hand to scratch the man's bare back. "You broke off the engagement, broke the contract, came to this barren mountain to become a monk, and made me lose face. What do you mean to me about self-respect? Now that I'm here, why don't you dare to open your eyes and look at me?" The man was silent, and I turned my head and rubbed his neck affectionately. My appearance is extremely beautiful, and I have been praised by people since I was a child. Now that I am so charming, I don't believe that this man is Liu Xiahui who is still pregnant. "Tang Yu'er, stop torturing him, I am Chen Zhan, and I am the one who regretted your marriage and broke the marriage!" I turned around following the sound, and my expression was blank for a moment. The Chen family said that the most beautiful monk in the temple is my fiancé. The monk standing at the door and glaring at me looked a little apologetic, not as handsome as the monk beside me.

_(:з　∠)_A boring story that came to mind when I was fishing at work. . Ps. This story is purely a fiction of fishing or dreaming. Any similarities may be purely coincidental.

"Childhood Time Collection" is a collection of warm short stories with childhood memories as the core. The book contains thirty independent and connected short stories. With gentle and delicate writing, it looks back at the simplest, most healing and most unforgettable childhood daily life in the old days. The story focuses on an old well, a paper plane, a string of locust flowers, a firefly, a cattail fan, a marble... Those tiny moments that have been forgotten by the years were once the joy of our entire world. There are no ups and downs of the plot in the book, only the fireworks of the country alleys, the warmth of family companionship, and the purity of companionship. It picks up the childhood memories shared by a generation one by one, allowing every reader to return to the carefree youth time with the chirping of cicadas, the gentle evening breeze, and the carefree youth in the text. This is not only a book for children, but also a spiritual comfort for adults. It tells us that childhood is never far away, and those simple joys and pure beauty will always be hidden deep in our memories, giving us warmth and strength when we are tired and confused. I hope that everyone who opens this book will be able to meet their childhood self in the words. After all the things in the world, they still cherish their innocence, and after passing through the years, they are still bright.

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In the autumn of 1948, Shanghai was in a precarious state. Shen Mo, director of the Special Operations Division of the Secrecy Bureau, was hit in the head by a mysterious silver pocket watch when he was tasked with hunting down an underground member of the Chinese Communist Party code-named "Skylark". When he woke up, he found that he was back three days ago. At first, Shen Mo thought it was memory confusion or a dream. But when he accurately predicts seven events that will happen over the next three days-including what a co-worker ordered for breakfast, an unexpected rain shower, and even an attempted assassination-he's finally convinced he's trapped in a time loop.

In the silence of heaven and earth, who is whispering?

One chapter and one song tells the story of Sha Xiaoxiao's bloody life and the people around him. Different people have different life trajectories and stories, such as the grudges that can't be let go, the unrepentant love, the regretful past, the loss of people who regret and never forget, and the path that can never be taken back. Note: (All the lyrics in this book are written by the author himself. They are not as good as other professional ones. Please be gentle)

On a late autumn night, something happened to the queen. When I left Zhonggong two hours ago, she was still fine. Someone told the emperor that the problem lay in the last medicine the queen drank. But the palace maid in charge of decoction has disappeared. And in the end, I was the one who tested the medicine for the Queen.

Not understanding the ways of the world is the greatest "luck" in my sales journey. I didn't graduate from junior high school and was introverted and had low self-esteem. I went from being a front-line salesperson with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and on the verge of being fired, to a vice president with an annual salary of one million yuan. I didn't learn to be tactful, but I just realized that top sales are not about eloquence, but about deep insight and irreplaceable trust. I used my "flaws" - introversion, practicality, poor speech - to temper them into the sharpest weapons: In a desperate situation, because of his honesty before giving up, he was retained by the customer with an order, and he understood that "sincerity is a surefire weapon". As we grow, we use the most stupid "digitization" and in-depth listening to build a replicable "stupid kung fu" system. When managing, lead a team that is more extroverted than yourself to complete the transformation from "business leader" to "system builder". At the high level, the "real" philosophy is used to handle brand crises, integrate teams, and verify its power at the strategic level. This is not a fictional article, it is an "introvert's survival guide" that I have honed over 20 years of hard work. I will tell you: How to turn character weaknesses into a professional "moat". How to use "preparation" and "listening" to build a more persuasive voice than eloquence. How to evolve from an executor to a thinker, connector and strategic coordinator. Introversion is my moat, and it is really my trump card. I have walked the road. Your map is right here.

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Fuli was forcibly taken away by the book-wearer. The man held her face and used her hands to kill her husband, abandon her as a child, and destroy her entire family. Just because she is the damn vicious female supporting character in the book. I watched my three-year-old daughter die at the claws of a monster with my own eyes. Watching my beloved husband fall under my own sword with my own eyes, Fuli's soul exploded and he awakened against the will of heaven. Tear apart the system, cut through the books, and brutally torture the male and female protagonists of Destiny! With her own power, she shattered the way of heaven, burned the plot, and killed through the three realms. On the day when her great revenge was avenged, she sacrificed everything-- Abandoning the position of the head of the family, abolishing the heaven-reaching cultivation level, and scattering the ancient soul. Don't seek immortality, don't seek glory, I just want my husband to be reincarnated and my daughter's soul to return. When I opened my eyes again, the small town in Jiangnan was filled with fireworks. She is no longer the powerful head of the Fu family in the three realms. She is just Qi Sheng's wife and Jia Jia's mother. Smoke from cooking in the small courtyard, porridge warm under the lamp, A family of three, three meals a day, four seasons. In this life, no one can even think of destroying her home again.

At the debate final, Su Wanxing slipped into the arms of her rival and kissed Jiang Yubai in public. The whole school exploded: the bitter rivals actually kissed? ! She died on the spot and just wanted to disappear, but someone grabbed her and made a bet: "If you lose, promise me a request - within a month, you are not allowed to avoid me, you are not allowed to block me, and you are allowed to stay with me every day." From then on, the two people who were most unlikely to be in the same room at University A became inseparable. Sticking stickers in the library, holding hands in elective courses, feeding meals in the cafeteria, taking personal care of sick people... The whole school went crazy: How could they be sworn enemies? They were clearly in love with each other!

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The day it was revealed that my boyfriend had fathered an illegitimate child, I got into his brother's luxury car and drove away. After I died, he took his new girlfriend to a party at my grave and said, "He loves your breasts, your legs, your face, and he loves you. Do you think he really loves you? Does betraying me really make you feel so good?" The new girlfriend poured the wine on the ground and said in a joking tone, "I won that bet, sister."

Ye Yaoyao traveled through time and became cannon fodder for cultivating immortals, and was bound to the human trafficker's life extension system. A whip for one day can save the life of a seriously ill grandma. Her immortal body was filled with pain. She knelt down and locked the demon pillar, received a spiritual whip, suffered ice burns, and had her bones broken, just for the ever-increasing number of lifespans. She thought she could go home until the end of her endurance. But on the day the system was reformed, all channels were blocked, grandma died of illness, and all the pain became a joke. The ants who used to be submissive turned crazy overnight. First, kill the heroine of Heavenly Dao, then wash Ling Xiao with blood, slaughter all the bullies, and level the entire Green Underworld. System: You are just my nourishment! Shen Zhebian: Then I will destroy your rule of cannibalism. In the end, she counterattacked the system, burned out her soul, and transformed her body into her veins. From then on, the three thousand worlds will have their way back, and all generations will see light in foreign lands. She is the most miserable cannon fodder, the craziest avenger, and the god of return for all time travellers.

The snow stopped, the oath was broken, he was alive, but his world was lost forever.

Six college students in the dormitory were forced to sit in rows in the toilet because of bad food. For unknown reasons, they traveled to another world and became miners with extremely high production requirements. They experienced feelings like ants and dignity like piglets.

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Lin Mo encounters all kinds of strange cases!

Short story with two heroines

It is a custom in the ancient town to offer incense to local relatives during the Hungry Ghost Festival. If you encounter an ownerless grave, you should also burn some paper and light incense. The stingy Xiaowan didn't buy enough paper money and incense, so she made a bad idea and used branches instead of incense. Triggered a series of terrifying events.

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People come and go, people are different. Four seasons and every year, people never return. I've met many people but can't remember anyone.

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