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Marriage Of Convenience: Part 2
“Didn’t you say that you were planning on stopping by the kitchens before dinner? I believe he mentioned that as well.” “Oh! Yes! That’s right,” she said brightly. She’d nearly forgotten about that entirely. She’d barely eaten since breakfast and hadn’t been able to make any plans after that. In fact, her entire day had been spent trying to get everything ready for dinner that evening, though she still wasn’t quite sure why her father wanted to eat together in the first place. Was it because he wanted to thank the guests? Or did he want to discuss some business matters?
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
Marriage Of Convenience: Part 1
The princess first saw him in the gardens, and for a brief moment, she was distracted. She’d been running errands for her father and had accidentally fallen behind schedule. There were few people in the gardens at this hour, so it wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to see some of them sitting near each other and staring into space.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
The Youth Burnout
What is burnout? The so-called burnout is something very luxurious. First of all, I have no spare time to have burnout now. Because I have to be busy with work and running around every day. Besides, ninety-nine percent of the people in society cannot have burnout. And it costs a lot of money to chew the taste of real burnout. Why? Because the helplessness and desperate state of mind that comes with no money is far from burnout.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
The shuttle bus
After driving for several years, I took the bus to work on a whim today, and I was a bit apprehensive. On a summer morning, the sky was blank and bright, and the morning breeze was fresh and soft. Looking from afar, the city lanes of different kinds of vehicles slowly and orderly drive, from the east to the west, and also from the west to the east, the intersection of vehicles driving staggered in an orderly manner.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
A Visit to Yanji
It was a little after ten o'clock at night when I arrived in Yanji. I stepped off the plane gangway in the slow and soft wishing voice of the flight attendants. The cool breeze instantly brushed my cheeks, feeling the 22-degree summer, I thought of this commercial on TV and the Internet, and the refreshing coziness permeated my heart. The waiting hall was bright, and the electronic screen flashed the scenery of "Jindalai under Changbai Mountain", "Jindalai Fragrance Full of Border City", and "Rooster Hearing Three Countries and Looking at the Ocean". Two hours ago, I was in the seaside Rizhao, and now I am standing in the place that makes me dream.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The Wooden Boat
My hometown, in a word: "poor countryside", lack of everything, lack of money, lack of roads, lack of tall buildings. Every midnight, the lone street lamp cast a vague yellow light, shining on the scattered houses, can not help but give people the feeling of desolation and dilapidation. But there is one thing that the hometown will never lack, and that is the inexhaustible flow of the river.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
Mr.Liu's Restaurant
Old Liu's restaurant is located in Wutang Village outside the Central Gate of Nanjing, not far from my house at the crossroads.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of Reeds
Two years ago, when I was working in Shanghai, I remember a friend said to me: early winter to Wuhan, if not to see the river bank in Hankou reed flowers, that is really called regret miles! Now that I am working in Wuhan, I remembered the friend's words, and if I don't go to see the reedbud flowers on the river bank, it would be more regretful for life. I was thinking about this, and suddenly I remembered some time ago, with a few friends in Wuhan, when we talked about the ancient and modern, talking about the Jiangtan reed flowers, one of them said to me: "generation of teachers, you know what? In Wuhan, in addition to the Hankou river bank can see the reed flowers, there is a place can also see the reed flowers."
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The gun in the wilderness
Every year on Qingming Festival, my father takes us to visit the mountain to sweep the graves. 　　Ancestors' graves, it can be said that the nearby ten miles are, Zhujiashan, cold water source, stacked paper hall, ash grass ridge, monk ridge ...... unlike today, the village over the elderly, or die in middle age, to the back of the ridge a lift the matter. The ancestors spoke of environmental feng shui and would send them over when they saw how far away they were. Nowadays, people talk about convenience, there is a piece of open space on the line. What is right and what is wrong, peace of mind, so, not to say this.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
Those old days
In the morning, lazily want to sleep more, but a ray of sunshine woke up, languishing in the nest thinking about last night's dream, not yet finished, a friend Aqiang's phone call came in: "a moment to go fishing"! Fishing is a man's business, just want to say no, he said: "Do not say no ah, your teacher also come over". The teacher he referred to is my class teacher when I was in trade school, the old man has been retired for many years, living in the city 70 or 80 miles away from us, I have no reason not to accompany.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
The Zen of Petunia
A small, inconspicuous green and purple seedling, no more than an inch high, just two tuning fork-like leaves, standing all alone on a barren hillside, surrounded by thin soil and grass, not even a tree.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
The courtyard in early winter
Another year of winter, the yard ginkgo leaves overnight fell all over the grass, yellow leaves, semi-yellow grass, like a soft bed, the sun shines warmly on the earth, no summer enthusiasm, shining on people, lazy, if there is a pillow, you can sleep comfortably on the grass will be.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction