InterstellarSnake
Stories
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Reading
1 d, 20 h
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Glossary： Jizhu Temple (击竹寺): A Buddhist temple in Zhu County named after Xiangyan striking bamboo to attain enlightenment, where Jiang Xuehan is presumably memorialized. Xuantan (悬檀): The monastic title of Jiang Xuehan after becoming a nun. Jiang Xuehan (江雪寒): The narrator’s mother, who became a nun at age eight. Yan Chuwen (严初文): A friend of the narrator, son of a folklore professor. Canglan Snow Mountain (沧澜雪山): A sacred mountain in the story’s…-
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Wen Ci's acting skills had reached a level of perfection, making it impossible to see that the extra two hundred and fifty yuan was a gift to the "senior." Not only did he give more, but he gave way too much. Now it should really be considered settled. Wen Ci thought Jiang Yufeng would be angry, but he calmly accepted the seven hundred yuan with a seemingly satisfied expression, which left Wen Ci utterly confused. On the brink of danger, Wen Ci's sensitive nature made his hair stand on end. He…-
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For a moment, Wen Ci's heart really felt hollow. Aware that his gaze was too obvious, Wen Ci quickly shifted his eyes to the rumbling washing machine, where Jiang Yufeng's clothes were piled up. He knew Jiang Yufeng had been staring at him, his gaze so intense that it felt like it could burn through his skin and pierce his heart. So nervous that even the air seemed thin, Wen Ci took a deep breath, composed his expression, and looked at Jiang Yufeng with an especially sincere and innocent…
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After finishing his meal, Wen Ci made an excuse to buy some water and left first. Du Chengyan put down his chopsticks, turned to look at Wen Ci's retreating figure, and said, “For some reason, I feel like Wen Ci doesn't seem to be in a good mood.” Yu Bin snorted with a laugh, “That's rare. You can tell?” Du Chengyan's mind clicked, “Then I should go comfort Wen Ci at this moment and take the opportunity to build a better relationship. Start by becoming good friends, right?” Yu Bin…
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Chapter 20: Just Be Your Pinjia I lifted the curtain—Mochuan froze at the sound, turning. Standing there bold as brass, I didn’t blink. “Need help?” He thought it over—one hand’s a hassle—then passed me the shirt. My eyes roamed his chest, abs. How’s this guy, cooped up in a temple all day, built like this? I hit the gym twice weekly and can’t match him—racial perk or what? Slipping one arm through a sleeve, I sidled close, tugged the shirt around from behind, guiding his…
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Chapter 19: So Vivid It Dazzles All the way, I kept sneaking glances at Mochuan in the passenger seat, fishing for words, but he stayed half-lidded, half-asleep, ignoring me. Silent practice—zhiyu, or closed-mouth meditation—I’d read about it. A discipline to purify body, speech, and mind by shutting your trap. “Trouble starts at the mouth,” they say—proof it’s the body’s top chaos-maker. Keep it running, and verbal karma piles up. Some set a timer—days, months, years—to cut it…
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Chapter 18: Mosquitoes in This Cold? “Swish—” A black carbon arrow streaked like a meteor, nailing the ten-ring dead-on, no suspense. “Mochuan, you’re insane! How many rounds is that—all tens? You could go pro!” “Next week’s amateur match is on you…” “Our hunting bow club’s finally gonna shine!” The crowd showered Mochuan’s archery with praise. A curly-haired freshman girl clutched her bow on the sidelines, trying to speak but drowned out each time. Her…
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Chapter 17: Can We Escape? The weather was fine coming here, but as Mochuan got his shot and we left the hospital, rain hit—thunder, lightning, the world dimming fast, visibility gone. Wipers were useless. Highway speed limit’s 120 kph, but with this blur, I capped at 80. This rain, this vibe—more disaster flick than the trip out. I mused, half-amused. The downpour didn’t let up. I glanced at Mochuan—slumped against the seat, head tilted, quiet, maybe asleep. I’d hauled us over…
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Chapter 16: Want Some Candy? I parked in a random spot and dashed to the emergency hall. Didn’t take long to find Mochuan in the surgical wing. In the treatment room, the bandage from hours ago was off again. A nurse deftly flushed the gash on his arm with disinfectants. The guy who’d been stone-faced when hurt now winced faintly. “Sis, he got cut by a rusty blade—where’s the tetanus shot?” I asked her. “Once it’s stitched, the doc’ll prescribe it. Take the slip to the…
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Chapter 15: Who Isn’t Tired Living? Mochuan walked ahead alone, me trailing two meters behind. Since leaving Chunna’s, he hadn’t spoken to me or let me help. His wound? Self-treated on the move—wrapping his teal Hetian jade prayer beads around his sleeve, jamming a stick he’d picked up to twist it tight, pressing the bleed. Yellow earth dotted with blood trailed us—dense at first, then spacing out as the makeshift tourniquet worked. “How much farther?” Five minutes in, no clinic…
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