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It tells about the trivial things in my childhood, such as my mother secretly buying me yogurt to quench my thirst...

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She is my entire youth and my lingering past

The story of a male IT engineer who switched careers as a housekeeper and met a domineering female CEO

Shen Yue, who came from a grassroots background, encountered various adversities and suppression in the jewelry industry, and finally emerged as an industry leader. Family misfortune, career setbacks, and marital tribulations are like stormy waves crashing onto the shore! And the more frustrated she became, the more courageous she became: even if everything was reshuffled, she would still remain true to her original aspirations and have great ambitions.

About rural revitalization, rural feelings, urban-rural migration and mobility

What is the meaning of life? How fast can ten years go?

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Suixin, a woman like the sun who once illuminated and warmed others. Faced with the reality of life and marriage, she chose to retreat and gradually suffered from serious mental illness. Finally, after the divorce, with all the pain and unhealed heart disease, I went south and started a journey of pursuing the light of life and self-salvation. Lurking beside her psychiatrist triggered a series of ridiculous stories about letting go. In the end, he was reborn from the ashes, grew stronger, found the true meaning of life, and met the person he was destined to be. Where is the home, where is the home... Peace of mind is where you belong.

She and her husband were reborn. Although they lived a difficult and difficult life in their previous life, their lives were quite warm. They had many children and grandchildren, and they had no big regrets until their death. The only small regret is that their family struggled all their lives and could not get out of the mountain they depended on for survival. When you are young, you don't realize that time is precious. When you are old, it is better to go to the mountains than to reach the sky! Maybe the gods knew her regrets and allowed her to be reborn before she got married. Although she didn't understand God's will, she seemed to be able to sense the call from beyond the mountains. After she was reborn, she wanted to try to go out. She thought that her husband, who was also reborn, would support her decision as before, but she didn't expect that he seemed to have changed in this life. She originally thought that the man would only be with her for the rest of his life like in his previous life, but after his rebirth, he followed the clan's bad custom of polygamy. While he felt that Selimo was his private property, he followed his parents and married someone else. At this time, Serimo realized that this man had no steadfastness in his previous life. His machismo was only because he was poor and had no money to marry. After she woke up, she didn't cry or try to get involved in a tainted relationship. Instead, she followed her inner thoughts and turned around to leave. She wanted to leave the mountains that had weighed her down all her life! She wants to go out and see the outside world! .

In 1990, the Bincheng Machinery Factory had strict rules. Substitute teacher Wang Xiufen has been oppressed by her husband Li Weiguo and mother-in-law Wang Xiuying for a long time, and was even driven half crazy by drugs. At the celebration party where her husband forced her to borrow money to support his mistress, she completely exploded, pointing to the air and counting money, going crazy in public. She unexpectedly discovered that in this airtight network of rules, lunatics have special privileges. In order to survive, she used hysteria as armor and crazy words as weapons to scare off the evil mother-in-law and get rid of the soft-boiled man. She went south to Shenzhen with three yuan and twenty cents in her pocket, working her way from Tongzi Building to unfinished building. In the south, she met low-level associates, and used her memory of the rust on the steel bars and the intimidation of her crazy words to deal with the evil foreman and corrupt doctors. She does not want to cure herself, but to stay awake and be an unruly lunatic in this world where she pretends to be normal, dig out the black hole that swallows her father's life, and carve out a bloody path for herself.

After graduation, I signed a special nanny contract: "A monthly salary of 100,000 yuan to take care of a special child." The rich butler warned me: "Don't take the initiative with men." I worked hard until I discovered that my children could communicate using Morse code. He tapped on the table: "Sister, dad is watching you through the surveillance camera." That night, the male protagonist put me in the blind spot of the surveillance: "Why do you teach children those passwords?" I looked into his deep eyes that were exactly like those of a child: "Perhaps because I was once a 'special child' who was abandoned by your family."

In the third year of Xianping in the Northern Song Dynasty, in the ancient city of Langzhong, Zhao Xiaowan sold herself as a concubine to Tian Lucao to pay off the debt for the burial of her father. Her pipa was a token of love with her fiancé who died young. After entering the palace, because she resembled Tian's old love Yun Niang, Xiao Wan received some attention, which aroused the jealousy of her mistress Zeng. Zeng used a red-hot silver hairpin to disfigure Xiaowan's appearance on the grounds that she "did not understand the rules". Tian Lucao only gave her half a piece of warm jade engraved with the word "cloud" to appease her. When Tian Lucao left home, Mrs. Zeng abused Xiaowan and even threw the white bird she saved to death. Xiaowan cursed in despair, and was imprisoned by Zeng ten days later with the "curse to kill the mistress". Five days later, she was buried alive under the old locust tree in the backyard. Before she died, she carved the word "Guiyun" on the bottom of the coffin. Ten years later, in the 13th year of Xianping, Tian Lucao's niece Tian Guiyun went to Tianfu and found a skeleton, a broken string pipa and half a piece of warm jade under the old locust tree. The jade matched the half piece left by her mother. That night, Xiaowan's soul appeared and told her the story of her murder. Guiyun tested Zeng and found that her sachet was embroidered with a white sparrow. He also overheard her confession and learned that Zeng had killed Yunniang's daughter. The intact jade pendant in Guiyun's hand became hot, and the words "leave Tianfu soon" appeared, and he realized that she was the daughter of Tian Lucao and Yun Niang. Guiyun brought the evidence to find his father. Tian Lucao admitted everything and felt guilty when talking about Xiaowan. Guiyun took his father back to Langzhong for confrontation. Zeng admitted his crime and wanted to kill Guiyun, but was stopped and injured by Tian Lucao. Guiyun played the broken string of the pipa. Zeng fell into a trance and committed suicide that night. Tian Lu Cao Hou buried Xiao Wan, and Gui Yun placed the intact jade pendant and broken string pipa in front of the tomb. When leaving, Guiyun heard the gentle sound of pipa and looked back to see Xiaowan's soul with a peaceful face, turning into blue smoke and liberated. Guiyun knows very well that love can be a sharp knife that hurts others, and Tian's crimes are finally silenced in time.

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In the corner of the city, there is a place that only listens and does not judge. Corner Coffee, a cafe hidden in the corner of an old street, had a simple facade. He was used to listening, observing, and keeping an appropriate distance from people-until people with their own stories pushed open the faded wooden door. Here are: A middle-aged man who drank coffee with seven sugar cubes for three consecutive years until one day he learned to face "bitterness"; A young girl who counts down her life in a cloth-covered notebook, leaving behind a story with no ending; The mother who orders a cup of hot milk every Friday night and relearns "missing" between bitterness and sweetness; Couples who cover up their uneasiness with quarrels and finally understand their own heartbeats in silence; Recording for his wife suffering from Alzheimer's disease, protecting the old man he loves in his misplaced memory; And one rainy night, a stranger who was soaked and afraid to go home... Here, no one is a "customer", everyone is a "story" itself. Coffee is bitter, milk is warm, sugar cubes are sweet - and life is often a mixture of the three. The protagonist thought he was healing others, but gradually discovered while listening: real healing is not to provide answers, but to allow problems to exist; not to drive away wind and rain, but to become a roof for each other to hide from the rain. "Worry-Relief Cafe"-- I hope you can find your own cup of coffee at the right temperature here, Also find yourself who dares to face the "bitterness" of life and cherish the "sweetness" in it. "Some wounds don't need to be healed, they just need a space where they won't be questioned."

The day my parents sent me to the hospital at the age of 18, I learned that I was not their biological child. Their real daughter is the girl they call "rebellious and in need of discipline." "Since you took her place, take the punishment for her." I was imprisoned for three years and tortured. After finally escaping, I vowed to make them lose everything most precious. When my adoptive parents' company went bankrupt and my brother was in jail, and they knelt down and begged me for forgiveness, I smiled and pointed to the "rebellious" girl: "Guess who made the arrangements for her parents to send her to the hospital?"

Our journey to school in the 1980s was wrapped in the fragrance of earth and the simplicity of the times. From walking several miles on the mountain road to catch up with morning classes, to chewing on books under the kerosene lamp to do homework; from blushing for a three-good student certificate, to sharing half a piece of whole-grain steamed buns with classmates. These detailed memories of schooling are not only a personal growth trajectory, but also a vivid epitome of the educational background of that era!

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A true portrayal of Ah Nan's family life, real events, and real experiences. Ah Nan will slowly grow up from a little girl in her 20s, become strong and brave, and work hard to create a free and happy life for herself.

She struggled in the mud, redressing her father's grievances, and making a living for herself; he looked down from the clouds, pressing forward step by step, but sinking step by step.

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The branches of old branches in Neem Village are full of bitter fragrance every year. Shen Lanying guarded the leaky adobe house and the shiny purse until her hair turned white and her eyes were cloudy. She forgot the name of the supplement she had just received and who the person in front of her was, but she always held her granddaughter's hand in the dusk and murmured a name repeatedly. While Lin Wan wiped the saliva from the corner of her grandmother's mouth, she stared at the hand with half of the little finger missing. The doubts in her heart grew wildly - what was hidden in the purse? Grandma always said "wait for him to come back". What kind of past is hidden behind it? When she dug out a yellowed note at the bottom of an old wooden box, she suddenly realized...

"Blue Dress" is an emotional short story that revolves around a shipwreck, describing the loss of family ties, broken promises, and the memories that survivors cannot escape. The story uses "blue" as the image, and the ending is left blank, leaning towards BE and healing style.

When life hits rock bottom, can a flower bloom among the ruins? Can love still grow despite the scars?

The lights in the main room went on and off, and my father's gambling game ended and started again. He was addicted to gambling, drinking, and cheating, and he broke the family into pieces. My mother endured it again and again for my brother and me, and my grandmother protected us from every storm with her skinny hands. I thought that my brother would see the light of day when he started a family, but my father brought his illegitimate brother into the house. From being the most favored youngest in the family, I was forced to become the "eldest sister" who supported everything overnight. When will this battle of wits and courage with my biological father end?

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This article starts from the perspective of Xia Xiaodao, a 22-year-old new criminal technical police officer who joined the police force right after graduating from college. It focuses on telling the story of the four "best friends" who grew up together, Xia Xiaodao, Shen Xiaoyan, Teacher Xiong, and Zhang Ruoxi, from being ignorant and naive to being mature and mature after going through ups and downs. The various stories that have happened in the past ten years of maturity include the love, hatred, vicissitudes of life among Liu Jie, Tang Xiaotian, Xu Yan, and Fan Lei, who joined the police in the same batch as her, as well as several criminal cases with twists and turns and huge social repercussions that they have experienced during their more than ten years of work. Through various life-like descriptions, the whole article focuses on showing the various mental processes and insights of life of this group of young people born in the 1980s and 1990s from their prime, first entering the workplace, to middle age, and under various pressures. At the same time, from the unique perspective of grassroots criminal technical workers, it shows the public the various iterations and ups and downs of public security criminal technical work in the past ten years. The author's ideal state is to depict a group portrait of modern urban women's life similar to the "I Want to Fall in Love" starring Na Ying, Jiang Wenli, Liang Jing, and Luo Haiqiong that I loved many, many years ago.

Documenting the journey of awakening from trauma and moving toward physical and mental healing. In "Looking at the Heart and Knowing the Future", how to awaken from physical and mental collapse, reconcile on the battlefield between the heart and the brain, and finally refine one's own trauma into medical wisdom and life force that illuminate others!

Once the green rain falls, the second time the pear blossoms bloom, the third layer of spring is still there, the four seasons peach blossoms bloom

Moment moment of mistake another moment Overlapping Connected into story fragments Will it just be you? Ambiguous me No doubt The secret of mistakes moment eternity

"If dating is a place to learn lessons, then I might be that Tang Monk who always steps on banana peels at the door of the monster cave." My name is Lin Xiaoxi, I am twenty-eight years old, an ordinary woman living a prosperous life in the city, but every Spring Festival, I have to transform into a "blind dater" and be forced to embark on the "Nine-Nine-Nine-Eighty-One Difficulty" fantasy journey planned by my mother. What this book records is the absurd true record of my battles of wits, courage, laughter and tears with various "demon" type blind dates-- Have you ever seen a "clearance robot" that takes the "How to Date a Blind Date Efficiently" guide on the first date? Have you ever talked about a "technical man" who uses AI to generate all his love words and is exposed in just three sentences when meeting? There are also those returning elites who insist on ordering in English but refer to "Tiramisu" as "Kick La Ma Crispy", and the confident crit player who declares "You are my future pillow" at the second meeting... Every story is as absurd as a joke, but so real that it makes people scratch their toes. I used a small notebook to write down these hilarious and thought-provoking moments, and gradually I discovered that no matter who I met on the blind date was my future partner, they were clearly looking into a mirror, reflecting the anxieties of contemporary marriage and love, social labels, interpersonal dislocations, and-most importantly-the self trying to stand firm in the wave of marriage pushers. This is not a book to advise you to get married, nor is it a guide to make you fear marriage. This is a growth adventure that uses humor as armor and sobriety as a weapon. With the "fierce eyes" I have developed on this road, what I finally see clearly is not Mr. Right, but the life I really want.

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There were only a few people in this courtyard, but the things that happened one after another were staggering. There are no gorgeous words, just scattered stories...

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I really want to talk to you about the people or things we meet, so with the existence of this book, we can be each other's tree hole here. I also hope that my words can bring you some comfort. I may not have as gorgeous words as other authors, but they are all my true words.

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I used to think that I was the python of the world, Jörmungandr, and ignored the importance of recording my life and friends. I felt that the world was centered on me. I once started a business three times, lost millions and became severely depressed. I was admitted to a mental hospital for two months. Now I have been reborn, and I want to record every detail of my transformation.

Just a piece of thinking about myself

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Yingrui is a brave little girl who was disabled since she was a child and slowly recovered as she grew up...

This is a diary that belongs exclusively to me and my crush. It records every moment of our relationship.

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