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The Awakening convenience store at three in the morning is hidden in the gap between reality and dreams, and is only open to people who are extremely insomniac or full of happiness. Lin Xiaoman, a night shift clerk, Chen Yu, a young man from the physics department, and Su Yan, a mysterious visitor in a wheelchair, encountered a fantasy dream journey in this late-night shop with a warm light. The shelves will breathe softly, the honey jars will flow with soft light, and behind the door is a narrow alley of dreams surrounded by stardust, hiding tender secret places such as an emotional dry cleaning shop and a memory photo editing shop. There is no cold network signal here, but there is an emotional connection that goes straight to the bottom of the heart, hiding everyone's unspoken concerns and obsessions. Su Yan's wheelchair can rewind time, Chen Yu's physics formula can produce gentle fluorescent mushrooms, and Lin Xiaoman's close-fitting blue cloth bag contains her mother's love that transcends dreams. Three lonely souls, in the intertwining of dreams and reality, redeem each other, warm each other, and untie the regrets and knots of the past. This is a sci-fi fantasy sketch that is as light as bubbles and as warm as hot cocoa. It writes thoughts and healing with gentle brushwork, telling every wandering soul that love and companionship will eventually turn into morning light and illuminate all the way forward.

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I am a real 996 social animal. One second I was giving a roadshow to Party A's father, and the next second I died unexpectedly. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had become the Monkey King, the Monkey King. Although I was still pressed under Wuzhi Mountain, I didn't panic, but smiled. Because the system told me that as long as I dare to make a living, the entire Three Realms will be my stage. Want all the gods to work for me? I accepted this KPI.

I regard my male idol as my husband, but he regards me as my brother. My human shield Cheng Yaojin, the kitchen knife in my hand no longer smells good! What's even more detestable is that the green tea has an older brother on the left and a sweeter one on the right. They are so sweet. After the male god found out, he directly said that he wanted to try it. Hey, do I look like a random person?

I was the princess of Qi State with golden branches and jade leaves, and he was a humble little hostage of the enemy country. Seeing that he was handsome and pitiful, I kindly asked him to be my nominal consort to save him from misery. Unexpectedly, our identities were reversed in one day, he ascended to the throne, and I became his favor.

After a sudden song, I moved Beining City with my musical reputation, and was redeemed by Xiao Yiran, the seventh prince who was as gentle as jade. After three years of deep love, he favored me, doted on me, and promised to give me a status. I helped him move step by step in the struggle for imperial power, and finally reached the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, but became a pawn in his machinations. With my appearance completely ruined, I decided to leave. When we met again thirty years later, I saw him guarding my grave, saying my name affectionately. But I didn't show up. Because I know that we will never be reunited again in this life.

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At the night banquet at the Censor's Mansion, my music and his music matched each other, and we secretly shared our feelings. I thought I could stay together forever, but I never thought that in the end, it was a mistake. After uncovering the conspiracy between him and the maid, I was abandoned in the Buddhist temple and tortured. I survived the catastrophe, disguised myself as a lurker, and made my move every step of the way. This time, I vow to ruin his reputation beyond redemption.

In the summer of 1997, my stepsister stole 800 yuan from the family and blamed it on me. My father beat me until I was covered in blood, and then said lightly: "Don't go to school, go to work in a cannery tomorrow." I didn't cry or beg for mercy. At three o'clock in the morning that day, I walked out of the window with the tuition fee of 1,200 yuan that I had saved by moving bricks and an admission notice from Shenzhen University. When we met again twenty-six years later, my father knelt on the streets of Shenzhen and begged me to save my stepsister who had defrauded her of eight million yuan. I had him kicked out, and then I gave my stepsister a big gift-- A detention center appointment visit code. This is a story about escape, struggle and never-forgiveness. Some scars never heal, and some hate is worth remembering for a lifetime.

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The girl I liked when I was young, she also likes me. But one day the attacker took over my body and hurt my lover. When he left, he put me in the abyss again... When he returned to my body, this time I... It turns out that we are all victims.

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Preface to "Tong Leng Lu": Why write this string of "lamps"? When I wrote this line, I just listened to two old people chatting in the supermarket in the community. 65-Year-old Uncle Zhang said: "Today's young people always talk about 'involution'. We were doing farm work at that time and went to the fields before dawn. How could we have time to talk about this?" The 20-year-old shop assistant girl next to him curled his lips and said: "You are physically tired, but we are mentally tired." One said "You don't understand our suffering" and the other said "You don't understand our suffering" - this scene actually happens every day. I began to wonder: Is the distance between people really that far away? When looking through history books, I found that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was worried about "how to make the world stable", and today's young people are worried about "how to gain a foothold in the big city", which are essentially "fear of not being able to handle the life in front of them"; Socrates asked "what is good" in the square, and today's middle-aged people are struggling with "working overtime or spending time with their children", the core of which is "fear of making the wrong choice". It turns out that thousands of years have passed, and the thing that confused people has changed its clothes and is still there. So I wanted to write such a book. Instead of writing about big principles, write about "people": about a 22-year-old girl who was in a daze about the options of taking the postgraduate entrance examination and working, and about Zeng Dian who said "I just want to go to the river to take a bath in the spring" more than 2,000 years ago; about a 35-year-old man who is calculating the mortgage payment and the education of his children. Fei Insomnia also writes about Su Shi working as a prefect in Mizhou while wondering "how to cook pork to make it delicious"; about a 70-year-old man laughing out loud when looking through old food stamps; and about Diogenes telling Alexander "Don't block my sunshine" in a barrel. The writing method is also simple: first lay out a "slice of current life" and let

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In the quiet corridor on duty late at night, she guarded an unoccupied workstation and also guarded a heartbeat that no one knew about. He was the sender who appeared regularly, the stranger whom she remembered countless details, and the only light in the darkness. There is no confession, no intersection, only restrained staring and silent waiting. It wasn't until she finally asked a small question that she slowly understood-- She doesn't have to be obsessed with a certain beam of light, she can also leave her own traces in her own night.

"Nothing to live for the rest of my life" The rest of my life is vast. There is no boat to cross love and hate. There is no shore to cross for obsession. Each chapter is independent and every word is regretful for life. \

After three years of marriage, Lu Zhiyan hated Su Wanxing and believed that she was the murderer of Bai Yueguang. He watched her with cold eyes as she ate cold meals and cheap medicines, and even ridiculed her for being "addicted to pretending to be ill" when he knew she had unbearable abdominal pain. Until Su Wanxing died on the anniversary of Bai Yueguang's death. Lu Zhiyan thought he was free, but while sorting out his belongings, he discovered a shocking secret that had been hidden for three years-- It turned out that the person who risked his life to save him was never Su Nianhe, but the "mute" sister who was pushed into the abyss by his own hands. At that moment, the belated truth turned into the bluntest knife, cutting Lu Zhiyan's remaining life into pieces. He had burned paper in front of her grave for thirty years, but he couldn't even get her to look back. It turns out that the most cruel revenge in the world is not hatred, but that I have completely forgotten you.

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I stalked him for three years and finally forced him to get engaged to me. Everyone called me cheap and that I had forgotten the poor boy who died for me. But they don't know-- Every time I smile at him, that poor boy's soul becomes lighter. Every time I say something\

Thirty-two-year-old Lin Shen received an email signed "Youth" in the early morning. The email wrote about the afternoon when he skipped class and sat on the fence when he was seventeen, with locust flowers covering his white shirt-an afternoon that even he had almost forgotten. Since then, letters have arrived intermittently: the watermelon seeds under grandma's cattail fan, the boy looking up in the snow, the red ears in his graduation photo. Each letter cuts a precise cross-section of his memory, and the sender remains a mystery. It wasn't until he pulled out his high school graduation photos that he found a girl with lowered eyes in the corner of the last row - Song Zhiyi. The girl who sat by the window of the science class and never attracted attention. The girl who was holding a letter behind the locust tree but didn't hand it out in the end. After fourteen years, the two used emails to catch up on each other's missed youth. The last letter was attached with a photo on light pink paper, and the inscription was: "Song Zhiyi, written in the dusk when the locust flowers have fallen." Some farewells do not have to be completed at dusk. Some boats are tied to the heart, ferrying people and themselves.

I was born to bear all the pain for my brother, and was treated as a human drug scum by my parents to compensate for his allergic reaction. After his tragic death, they celebrated for him in the golden hall, but they didn't know that the pain had become a resonance, and my brother would eventually taste the sorrow of all things.

I was pushed off a high-rise building by my husband. He forged a suicide note and took over the smart villa "Nightingale" I designed. However, at my memorial service, the villa AI actually started an endless revenge game against him in my name.

I was reborn three hours before I was killed by my billionaire father. In the previous life, he abandoned me in a pool of blood for his fake son. In this life, I held the charity dinner invitation and sneered, wanting to drain him of everything with my own hands and make him pay a heavy price.

My painting "Nirvana" was faked by my brother to win the international gold medal. He plagiarized and forced the original author to death. I was forced by my family to commit the crime and jumped off the building. My soul watched them celebrate. But this fake genius was finally exposed.

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My father, a master restorer, was falsely accused by the painting god Gu Yanchuan and died tragically. I worked as his shadow painter for three years incognito to avenge myself. After destroying his hundreds of billions of masterpieces, I met Gu Qingchi, but he came back. I set up a trap with my life and got a shocking turn of events?

My genius husband died in a plane crash on the day after my wedding. My brother-in-law made me the most beautiful widow but he had a hidden plan. I teamed up with his nemesis Fu Chengye to take revenge. The child in my belly was my bargaining chip. In this plan, there was a sincerity that I didn't expect.

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On a windy summer night in City Z, photographer Mu Chen and makeup artist Chu Yan met by chance. A chat and a tacit understanding made their love quietly grow. They treated each other with tenderness, stayed with each other, and turned their little fireworks into poetry. However, under the obstacles of reality and the pressure of family, they were forced to separate hastily. From then on, they were separated by mountains and seas, and all contact was severed. Mu Chen's obsession persisted, and he went to strange cities several times to pursue it, struggling repeatedly in despair and expectation; Chu Yan couldn't help himself, and spent half his life wandering around in guilt and longing. The surprise of reunion, the rift of dispute, the regret of betrayal, and the regret of missing out pushed the two people into the abyss time and time again, and they were bound again by the care in their hearts. After going around in circles for several years, experiencing misunderstandings and pain, overcoming separation and regret, they finally lost their youthfulness and learned to cherish. Those unspoken confessions and concerns hidden in the bottom of my heart will eventually settle into perfection over time. When we meet Yan Xia in this world, we will live up to our time. For the rest of our lives, three meals and four seasons will be with each other.

These are my two OCs I'm only here to update the article Label it in advance, although no one should read it Two boys, friendship can be anything. I'll update it after I'm on vacation. The content is biased towards real life Thank you all. Sending you flowers. [Em_0][em_12]

There is a saying that goes well, retribution does not mean that it is not repaid, it is that the time has not come. This sentence couldn't be more appropriate for Xu Jia. I didn't expect that the world is so small, and I found my ex-boyfriend here when I was looking for a job. Xu Jia is a poor guy who can't pick anymore. Xu Jia's family is not in difficulty, but it's just picking. There is a saying that like father, like son, Xu Jia simply imitated his father's stingy virtues ten times ten, but who would have thought that he went to the same school as Lu Mingshen. Lu Mingshen, on the outside, looks like a dandy kid from a rich family who has nothing to do all day long. He just loved drinking and messing with the flowers and plants he raised. Unexpectedly, these two incompatible people actually secretly fell in love, and the relationship lasted for a year. As a result, Xu Jia dumped her and disappeared when her partner Lu Mingshen couldn't get enough of her. This made Lu Mingshen extremely depressed. He had been looking for him for five years and said: Don't let me catch you, otherwise I will stab you to death in the bed!

This is not the fairy tale you remember. In this unique collection of modern fairy tales, the twelve stories are like twelve prisms, reflecting the light and shadow of our times. There is no prince riding a white horse, no princess waiting to be saved, only those children who grow up stubbornly in the folds of time.

Others time travel: become a princess, get a golden finger, fall in love sweetly. I traveled through time: at the beginning, a plague broke out and the whole village fled. There is no system, no space, just the brain of a medical student. I led a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people along the way, boiling water to boil lime, digging wild vegetables to make masks, and using herbs to fight against the sky and the earth. The former prince wants to protect me? The general's daughter wants to frame me? My childhood sweetheart wants to elope with me? Please, all I want to know now is how to cure this plague. As for the fact that they later said I was the "Chosen One"... That's another story.

Adapted from the author's personal experience, it restores the most authentic wrinkles and warmth in life, taking you into a story without an ending to experience the unspeakable regrets of ordinary people.

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