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Unable to ask for, give up and give up

A collection of many short stories, a record of essays that an ordinary person accidentally thought of.

This book is a continuation of the main storyline of Ompharos in the game "Honkai: Star Rail" and has nothing to do with its game creation company.

She has a wonderful family. Her mother always has a habit before she goes to bed---touching her head and saying softly, "Wake up tomorrow." She gets up in the morning: "Mom, I'm awake" But her mother just smiled and shook her head

He is the humblest honest man. He uses all his wealth and even his life as a bargaining chip to love her. He is careful when peeling shrimps and does not hesitate when selling a house. It is all deep and deep love. She was once a money worshiper obsessed with glitz and regarded his sincerity as a stepping stone. It wasn't until he froze to death in the cold winter that she understood how precious this abandoned affection was. The belated regret lasted for the rest of his life, and the long time spent together in front of the tombstone could not replace the honest man whose heart and eyes were full of her.

There are some people you can never bring to a decisive end...

\u003E I waited for him in the deep sea for a year. \U003E He comes to me every day with his camera, takes pictures of me, and talks to me. \U003E Later, the day he disappeared, I could just turn into a human form. \U003E Ten years later, I became an alien in human society, doing shady work with my tentacles. \U003E That day he was taking pictures of the sunset at the beach. When the camera was focused on the rocks, I saw myself in the viewfinder. \U003E "Sir, you are so good-looking." He held up the camera and smiled at me, "Can you be my model?" \U003E He didn't know that every word he said about "model" reminded me of those tentacles that were photographed ten years ago. \U003E Until that day when I fell asleep in his studio and woke up with tentacles wrapped around his body. \U003E He was stunned, then tremblingly reached out and touched my face: \u003E "It's you... I've been looking for you for ten years."

A collection of essays by Shutong, recording real life and sharing life insights. Life is short, writing is joyful, and days without writing are boring and boring. The dream of writing can only be realized by being down-to-earth and writing diligently. Writing is a catalyst that uplifts the spirit and a lubricant that heals inner wounds. Life can be poor, but it cannot be without spirit. When you are alone in the dead of night, knocking on the keyboard, the clicking sound is like beautiful music that is intoxicating. The bumpy and tortuous road I have traveled is a wealth of writing. I hope that my words will flow like clouds and flowing water. Thanks to my readers and friends for your company, we spent the night together.

These stories should be written for myself, and I hope others can read them. If you like my stories, then please indulge in them.

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Souls are born and souls are destroyed, and every resentful soul has its own peace. Incarnate as a living corpse, I, who have died, will be immortal forever. In the mirror and out of the mirror, I am the empress, the underworld and the human world, and I am the emperor for two terms. Who can be the first to set foot on the pinnacle of humanity and discover the truth about time travel?

There is no love, no ties, no hesitation, only ambition and ruthlessness to move forward...

Swallow said that every night I can't sleep, and then I get up and count the stars. As I count, I think of you. The statement said, no matter how many mountains, rivers, or pagodas, I still lost you.

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Lin Wanwan, an orphan girl who doesn't have much hair, always likes to buy antique hairpins. After working overtime and staying up late one day, she went home and was still shopping on Duoduo. As a result, she died suddenly and traveled through time. I turned into Lin Wanwan, an orphan from ancient times, accidentally awakened to the Pinduoduo system, and was able to sell hairpins with its own beauty function. Is this really a good thing? The system never releases tasks, and it also tries its best to ensure the heroine's life, improve her status, and even help the heroine become a god and live forever...

I grew up in an orphanage until I was adopted by the wealthy Lin family when I was sixteen. I thought I would be able to live a life of fine clothing and fine food from now on, but I found out that I was just a fake - after the real Lin Yuqing, the daughter of the Lin family, was found, I became a joke in everyone's eyes. Only Lu Yuan, my best friend I grew up with, always stood by me, but even this warmth was taken away by Lin Yuqing. When I was kicked out of the Lin family and lived on the streets, I met Cheng Mo, the mysterious leader of the Cheng family. He told me an astonishing secret: I am the real daughter of the Cheng family, the victim who was transferred to another company back then. As my memory gradually returned, I decided to take back everything that belonged to me. With Cheng Mo's help, I returned to campus with a new identity and watched those who had bullied me get retribution one by one, and Lu Yuan finally recognized Lin Yuqing's true face.

This is a collection of stories about learning the theory of the circulation of life in traditional Chinese medicine from the perspective of exploring life.

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Our world is eccentric, full of sorrows and joys. In a certain corner of the world, there are always some small things happening. We pass by, miss or even ignore them, and no one notices them. But if we record them in words, they become some small novels.

I was originally just a literary game player waiting for the author's update, but I accidentally entered a horror literary game, defeated the BOSS, and cleared the level in one life. But this is a literary game. As a loyal literary game player, how could you not make good use of the system mechanism?

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[Two male protagonists!!!!!!] The blood sacrifice's path to ascension is interrupted, causing the soul to disperse in the mortal world. He looked as if the blue clouds were gathered in the sky, and then returned to the world in the moonlight. A mysterious figure lives in Qingyu Alley in Changsha. No matter who comes, he can't get in. People are used to it. Until a young man touched the wooden door and walked in, it instantly caused a sensation and an undercurrent. Later, two people entered one after another, and since then, no one has been able to step into the wooden door of Yue Mansion. "Stupid!" Jie Yuchen could only whisper in his heart: "Not stupid!" Yue Qingxian looked at Zhang Qilin, who was dressed in black and wearing a hat, with indifferent eyes, and said in a cold and indifferent voice: "Stupid!" Zhang Qilin lowered his head, with a touch of grievance on his handsome and expressionless face. Black Blind Man: After scolding the mute and Xiao Yuchen, you can't scold me again, the blind man. Yue Qingxian: "Noisy!" Looking at the black blind man who was kicked out of the door, Zhang Qilin's cold face changed, and the corners of his lips outlined an upward arc. Although it was subtle and only for a moment, it was also captured by Yue Qingxian. , He glanced at him indifferently, his expression still indifferent as usual, sipping tea coldly, looking at the sky indifferently, his eyes were cold and misty, as if they would disperse with the wind in the next second, and the three people who looked at Xie Yuchen were tense. Later, the Moon Mansion was shrouded in the thunder of the sky, and the white light shocked people's hearts. The three people protected by the formation looked at the white-clothed figure who smiled and shook his head and disappeared in the thunder. Tears fell down his cheeks, and finally became a life-long obsession...

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The collision between nihilistic boys and girls, the touching of two hearts while traveling

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My OC is an immortal Yin-Yang Taoist priest whose main task is to subdue evil spirits, but he has to prevent others from discovering her. OC's current ghost-killing tool is a gun, because it is found that machine guns are more effective and the bullets are specially made. Why immortality? This is the ancestral curse of blood. Hundreds of years ago, OC was the bloodline of Onmyoji. Later, people believed that OC's master and sister were all evil incarnations, so they burned them in front of OC, and everyone died. 500 Years later , he unexpectedly found the reincarnation of his senior sister, and OC gradually learned the truth about the arson that year, and he himself was a created "experiment". The discarded experimental object was picked up by the master and sister. During the arson, the master and sister hid you. He now knew that he was the biggest bug and that only by killing himself could he completely kill all the supernatural beings in the world, so he put a gun to his temple and shot himself in his rental house. The special bullets made his body slowly dissipate. He seemed to feel the warm embrace of his senior sister again, and the now reincarnated senior sister Yu Peixi received an ordinary jade pendant and a pistol anonymously given to him. He is a ghost collector during the day and a killer at night. He can absorb other people's souls and replace that person in everyone's memory. The more souls he absorbs, the more identities he has, but at the same time the memory will disappear randomly. He is immortal and cannot be killed. His name is Xia Miluo during the day and Shadow at night. "Those are her identities.

Where the sun returns, you are the only one in this world (Full version·3611 words of pure sweetness without swords) This is the first time I wrote poorly, please forgive me

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Some random, wild, or scary ideas in daily life become interesting stories in the book. [All chapters have been written so far. This kind of thing needs inspiration, so I will update it as the occasion demands. ] (Please don't troll, just write whatever you want, that's the level of it.)

Lu Zhe, twenty-five years old, an ordinary social worker, whose life motto is: endure it if you can, and endure it no longer. Until that day he got on the K1024 train. No seat ticket, nine hours, carriage connection. A thick-skinned uncle was smoking next to him, and all the smoke was blowing in his face. Lu Zhe was so aggrieved that he was about to stand in a different place-- There was a sudden "ding" in my head. [Emotional Value System] is activated. Other people's systems make you stronger, handsome and rich, but Lu Zhe's system tells him: all your frustration, irritability, embarrassment, and social inadequacy can be converted into money. Novice mission: Run away from the smoking uncle in disgust. Lu Zhe faced the direction of the trash can and let out an earth-shattering cry - "Hoo - tui!!!" The uncle is gone. System reward: 108.8 Yuan, plus passive skill [Copper Intestine and Iron Stomach]. From that day on, Lu Zhe's life went in a strange direction-- Someone farted on the train. He took a deep breath and said, "Ah, it smells so good. One more." Someone was squatting and smoking in the company toilet. He opened the door and went in: "Brother, squeeze in." When I met a strange man on a blind date, he performed "possessed by his ancestors" on the spot, scaring the other person into paying the bill and running away. There are more and more system rewards: super swallowing reflex, following the rules of speech (weak), social death halo, reverse PUA mastery...

Ordinary people, we often experience life journeys that others cannot understand and imagine. Is it chance, coincidence, or a well-planned conspiracy. But that year, when I looked up, I saw the blue sky. Such clear blue, unforgettable. Unfortunately, the story seemed to have come to an end at the moment they reunited.

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A story about the border residents of the Northern Song Dynasty

I woke up in a locked study with a knife in my hand and a female corpse lying next to me. The cell phone displayed: The murderer--Chen Mo. The police knocked on the door and I thought I was dead. But the next second, the corpse got up, destroyed the evidence, and said lightly to the air: "The murderer's personality was successfully activated." Only then did I realize that this was not a murder, but a hunt. I am not a murderer, I am a scavenger. But before I could react, the world collapsed again-- There are no traitors, no missions, and no teammates. We are just food for space. I thought I was consciousness, but found that I was space itself. I thought I was the master of the system, but found out that I was a child who had been dead for thirty years. I thought I could save everyone and return to reality, but I found: Reality has long been extinct in the apocalypse. Containment sites are the last way for humans to survive. To go home is to die. Seven layers of reversal, no peeing spots throughout the process. Every time the truth is revealed, it pushes me deeper into the abyss. The first level you see, the second level, the third level... It's all lies.

This book is written for you who are growing up, and also for myself. There are no great truths one after another here, only real life word by word. There is a person, a dog, and some unfinished stories - they are about growing up, about companionship, and about the little things we all encounter. If you are walking a bit tired, I hope these words can be like lights on the roadside, not dazzling, but just enough for you to see your feet clearly. I won't tell you how to live, I just want you to know: someone will be with you along the way. If you happen to open it - thank you. Let's take our time.

I am a drop of rain, living in warm and soft clouds. Until that day, I met her - a snow from the north. Lao Yun said that rain and snow should not meet: If you warm me, I will melt; if I cold you, you will freeze. We are opposites in nature and should not be close by nature. But I still drifted towards her. We embraced each other as we fell, becoming the most special sleet in the world. It's not hesitation, it's courage. It's not a mistake, it's a choice. From then on, every time it rained and snowed, It's all me looking for you.

Underground boxing ring fighter\u002F Hardware store owner^ Miss Jiang Mansion\u002F News reporter In his thirties, single. Wearing those clothes all year round, the cuffs are always rolled up to the elbows, revealing two strong forearms, with smooth and solid muscle lines, showing the energy gained from years of physical work. His skin is a healthy wheat color, and there is a shallow old scar on the bridge of his nose. It is not obvious unless you look closely, but it adds a sense of toughness to the face that was originally a bit too upright. At night, he is the "Brother Fei" of the underground boxing ring. He is like a silent beast in the ring, punching fiercely and using fighting to vent the depression in his heart. His life was split into two halves, half of which was the daily life of fireworks, and the other half of which was the bloody fighting, and he was always able to balance these two identities very well. The heroine's baby: Jiang Wan Ning (Wan Ning\u002F Ning Ning) Her pupils were as bright as stars immersed in a cold pool, and the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, but there was no hint of sharp charm. Instead, they were like the wind blowing across the lake when the snow melted in early spring, clear and a little careless and wild. Her skin color is a cool porcelain white, not sickly pale, but a healthy, cool white that comes from having been writing at a desk all year round and not exposed to much sunlight. The color of her lips looks like rose petals stained with morning dew. When she smiles, the ends of her eyes will curve into shallow arcs, and the pear dimples will form a small dimple on one side of her cheeks. She clearly looks like a girl, but she has a youthful agility, like a white shirt swaying in the wind, clean and fresh. A college graduate in the 1980s and 1990s, with excellent tutoring and personality. He works for a newspaper as an editor and reporter. He not only runs news but also ghostwrites letters for others. I prefer white roses and puppies, gentle and sharp.

"Sai Yin" is a realistic literary novel with a fable quality. It starts a journey of atonement from the perspective of an old woman, Yu, and her soul goes back to her virginity. It explores the town of Sai Yin forty years ago from the perspective of a young girl, Yu. There are thirteen coffins buried in the cemetery hidden under the wardrobe. The thirteen people sleeping here are the only way for her to atone for her sins. Thirteen coffins are silent, exploring the truth from thirteen perspectives. The end of atonement is also the entrance to the truth.

A real-life novel about the concept of quanta

The bottom student in the school awakens the almighty top student system, crushes top top students in exams, seduces the school beauty, and pretends all the way to graduation. It's so exciting!

Must read before reading: I write a new article on a whim, and it is expected that no one will read it soon. The content is purely fictitious, and the writing is not good, so I just wrote it for fun. Free articles, practice writing, just take a look.

Solving crimes + criminal system + refreshing articles + no cp] Su Wan, a private detective who solves crimes, is transformed into an adventure anchor. She opens her eyes and broadcasts live at the scene of the crime. She was too poor and was tempted by the five carnivals to step into the old house. What she didn't expect was that when she opened the door of the old house, there was a fragment of the people inside, and she accidentally awakened the criminal system. Committed to justice, she did not choose to turn a blind eye, but resolutely reported the case to the police. Su Wan, who originally thought it was just an accident, became involved with the police station because of this incident. When she thought she had parted ways with the police, she called the police again the next day because the bathroom at home smelled bad. Just a simple odor was implicated in a case of murder and dismemberment. From then on, Su Wan seemed to have an unspeakable relationship with the police station. She is an adventure anchor and a frequent visitor to the police station. She has a criminal system, but she became the leader of the task force.

The "Green Plums Turn into Wine" series tells the story of the fate of three generations born out of love and intertwined by secrets. Going back in time, An Zeping, An's eldest son, faked his death for love and lived in seclusion in the countryside with Long Yuwei, a former mercenary; their best friends Xiao Fei and Yun Xiang guarded their forbidden love in the confrontation between light and darkness. The grievances and choices of the previous generation quietly paved a completely different life path for the next generation. Their children-Li Long, Gao Li, and Yu Anan-grew up at the intersection of light and shadow. Li Long bears the trauma of the battlefield, but when he reunites with the girl Zhu Kexin he rescued, he gradually learns to embrace fragility and tenderness; Gao Li and Yun Shu, a pair of rational souls bound by family marriage, walk side by side in shopping malls and secret battles, and learn to read each other's heartbeats in restraint; and Yu An'an and Fang Yun, who grew up together, one is as bright as the sun, the other is as calm as a plant. Over time, the friendship between childhood sweethearts has turned into an unspoken affection. This is a story about protection, healing and choice. Whether they are regaining peace in a rural farm, fighting side by side in the machinations of a wealthy family, or confirming true love in the quiet time, it is always the ultimate answer for them to break fate and go out of their own way. "Green Plums Turn into Wine" pays homage to the past that is entangled in secrets, and more importantly, to the sincerity that blooms in the past.

Things in life are so ups and downs, and they are often more exciting than the stories in novels!