Chapters
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Winter nights in the city grew increasingly quiet. Warm yellow light filtered through the windows of every household, keeping the cold at bay. Chen Mo's family had long been living a stable and comfortable life in their new home. His mother kept the house in perfect order, and the meals were always piping hot. His father went downstairs every day to walk and play chess, his body much heartier than it had been in the countryside. His grandmother would sit on the balcony soaking up the sun, clutching…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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As night fell on winter days in the city, the cold grew heavier, and a thin mist condensed on the window panes, making the warm yellow light inside look exceptionally gentle. Chen Mo's family had been living in their new home for some time now, and their days were as steady as slowly flowing warm water—without ripples, only overflowing with peace. Mother had already become familiar with the city's vegetable markets, always picking fresh and affordable produce to cook the dishes he loved as a child…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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As autumn deepened, the Chen Mo in the dream officially entered the workplace. The pace of the large enterprise was fast. From induction training to independently taking over projects, it only took him a short three months. With his solid professional skills and hardworking resilience, he won the high regard of his leaders and the recognition of his colleagues. When his first month's salary was paid, he didn't buy anything for himself. Instead, he went to the bank first and remitted most of…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The early autumn breeze swept away the summer heat. The big city in the dream was filled with towering buildings and bustling traffic, completely different from the tranquil countryside. The gates of the key university were grand and wide, the campus shaded by plane trees, and students from all over the country were full of vigor, a fresh atmosphere everywhere. Chen Mo dragged a simple suitcase, standing at the campus entrance, his eyes steady and bright. He was no longer the somewhat awkward youth…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Three years of high school passed like a book page gently turned by the wind in a dream—fleeting without a trace, yet each step solid and every inch brilliant. The camphor trees at County No. 1 Middle School greened and yellowed, the classroom lights brightened and dimmed. Chen Mo grew from a boy with a rustic air into a steady, tall young man with clear, bright eyes. He never once slackened. His voice was always present during morning readings, his figure always seen in the…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Life at the county high school was like time gently turning its pages—orderly, quiet, yet filled everywhere with the quiet force of growth. Mornings in the dream always began with the clear sound of recitation. Chen Mo was always the first to arrive in the classroom, textbooks open, notes neatly written. He had shed the awkwardness of a village boy, gaining a steadiness and sharpness in its place. He never forgot why he had set out. During the day, he buried himself in his studies,…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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On the night before stepping into the county high school, the Chen family's small courtyard in the dream was filled with gentle lamplight and the busy warmth of trivial details. His mother sat under the lamp, bringing out the family's best fabric to sew new bedding for Chen Mo stitch by stitch. The stitches were fine and neat. As she sewed, she whispered instructions: "The county isn't like home. Wear more clothes when it's cold, eat your meals on time, and don't be afraid to spend money. If…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The days spent waiting for the results to be posted felt exceptionally long, as if stretched out by the evening breeze. The countryside in the dream remained peaceful; the rice fields shimmered with a mature golden hue, and the cicadas' chirping gradually softened, losing some of midsummer's restlessness and gaining more of the steady anticipation before a harvest. Chen Mo wasn't anxious all day; instead, he felt more grounded than usual. He still carried water and chopped wood for the family every…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Midsummer winds rolled in with heatwaves, brushing past every small path in the countryside of the dreamscape. The green of the rice fields had already been tinged with a pale yellow, signaling that the harvest season was near. The Old Locust Tree at the village entrance grew increasingly lush, its interlacing branches and leaves blocking out most of the scorching sun. The bluestone slabs beneath the tree had been worn smooth and warm, witnessing countless dusks where the young boy and girl…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Morning sunlight pierced through the bulletin board of the middle school in the dream, making the rankings on the red paper with black ink stand out exceptionally. The air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation; the results of the first Mock exam for the first semester of the third year of junior high were officially posted. This was a crucial reference for whether one could steadily enter the County Middle School, and it was also an honor that the entire village was…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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