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Books by Jian Tan

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  1. Gathered in Haste 匆拾 Short Story23k WordsCompleted Travelers hurry by, their footsteps swift; the breeze stirs, the night rain falls. 0Votes17Recs0Fans
  2. The Strongest Holy Ancestor 最强圣祖 Eastern Fantasy61k WordsCompleted [This is a System story combined with an Ancestor Master story.] Ye Yun transmigrates to another world and obtains the Sacred Ancestor System. From then on, he takes a path of teasing his disciples and showing off while slapping faces, with no turning back. He takes on disciples and builds a sect, rising from the mortal realm to the divine realm. A reincarnated God Emperor? I’ll take him! Born with a body of calamity? I’ll take her too! What? You say my disciple is the enemy of the world and can 0Votes152Recs0Fans
  3. The Street Office the Wind Blew Through 风吹过的街道办 Realistic Fiction67k WordsCompleted Where should I begin? Every story needs a starting point. I wanted to choose something joyful. I thought it over, but childhood was the only thing that came to mind. Why? Perhaps because they were all there, and would always be there. Or perhaps, as children, we were too young to understand sorrow! If I could start over, I’d return to this day back then, to the warm, clear sky and the street beside the local government office, where the wind blew past your happy silhouettes. 0Votes74Recs0Fans
  4. Xujihe's Cat 顼匕禾的猫 Short Story39k WordsCompleted Flowers bloom in the rain, their names unfamiliar. The rain falls without warning, soft and steady. The umbrella will be put away, just as our love faded apart. It was enough that we loved. 0Votes157Recs0Fans
  5. One One Zero One 一一零一 Realistic Fiction608k WordsCompleted How many times have I gazed out the window, how many times have I stepped outside? Memories come surging back like a tide, while the past drifts like mist, blurred and indistinct. Everyone has a room in their heart filled with memories, and everyone sees a bright, silvery moon in their eyes. That string of numbers etched in memory, that doorway, the goodbye we never got to say, the farewell song we never had the chance to sing: as time slips by, they tell us that we will never meet again! 0Votes2.4kRecs1.5kFans