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The afternoon sunlight gradually slanted toward the mountain valley. The originally bright sky had some of its sweltering heat filtered out by the continuous green mountains, becoming tender and soft. In the courtyard, the light clatter of his mother tidying up the dishes and the steady thuds of his father chopping wood intertwined, forming the most stable rhythm of the mountain village. Chen Mo sat quietly in the small room for a long time. It wasn't until that sharp, dull pain in his chest slowly…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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The light in the main hall was warmed by the afternoon sun, and the wooden table had been polished to a shine by his mother. Several home-cooked dishes were brought to the table one by one, their heat and aroma spreading—a taste of home etched into Chen Mo's very bones. The cured meat was sliced evenly, glistening with oil; it had been smoked before the New Year and saved specifically for him. The free-range chicken soup was stewed until tender, with a few red dates floating on the golden…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The wind at the end of the mountain path carried a slight, cool dampness, gently brushing against his cheeks. Chen Mo took step after step, approaching the old house with slow and heavy strides. With every move forward, the dull pain in his chest intensified, yet his face remained as calm as ever. He simply kept his back ramrod straight, struggling to hide the weakness and exhaustion within his body behind a mask of tranquility. The courtyard walls of the old house weren't high, built from the…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The rural bus drove steadily along the narrow mountain road, its wheels crunching over small pebbles with a muffled sound. The chatter inside the cabin gradually quieted; some leaned back to rest, others stared blankly out the window. Even the Old Woman who had been rambling about family matters slowly fell silent, occasionally letting out a soft sigh that carried the peacefulness of years gone by. Chen Mo remained in the corner of the back row by the window, his posture virtually…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The door of the rural bus closed slowly behind him with a dull thud, as if temporarily sealing off all light and sound from the outside world. The bus wasn't too crowded, filled with the faint smell of gasoline, dust, and the simple, rustic scent unique to the countryside—a blend of bamboo baskets and fresh vegetables carried by the villagers. This scent was not at all unfamiliar to Chen Mo; it was even etched deep into his childhood memories. Yet, smelling it again after so many years brought…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The moment Chen Mo stepped out of the high-speed train door, mountain mist, carrying a cool breeze, brushed directly against his face. It wasn't the dry, stuffy wind of the city, but the scent unique to Yunan's deep mountains—carrying the fragrance of plants, the dampness of mountain streams. Light and faint, yet upon entering his nostrils, the string in his heart that had been taut for so long inexplicably tightened further. The platform was spacious and clean, the ground slightly…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The high-speed train traveled smoothly through the lightening dawn, the sound of the wheels grinding against the rails faint, almost gentle, becoming the only long, drawn-out background noise in the carriage. Chen Mo still leaned against the window, his posture unchanged, though the tension in his shoulders had slightly eased. The sky outside had completely shed the night, pale azure light spreading across the horizon, illuminating the continuous silhouettes of the distant landscape bit by…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The night was like a piece of black cloth soaked in water, pressing heavily upon the city. With less than forty minutes until departure, Chen Mo stood quietly in a corner of the high-speed rail station waiting hall, clutching his faded, old backpack. He didn't approach the seats, merely leaning slightly against the cold wall, his gaze lowered to his own pair of old shoes, which were clean but long since deformed from washing. Around him were travelers coming and going. The sound of…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The light in the hospital room had been turned on by the nurse at some point, casting a harsh white glow that illuminated every corner, revealing even the dust in the air. Chen Mo finally stirred from his stiff repose, slowly propping himself up. His movements were sluggish, each motion sending a wave of weakness through his limbs. A dull ache lingered in his internal organs, but it was nothing compared to the heavy emptiness in his heart. He no longer looked out the window at the bustling…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The ward was so quiet that only the faint hum of the machines remained, and even the ticking of the clock on the wall felt like a hammer striking bone. Chen Mo lay flat on the bed, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the pale ceiling. No expression, no movement, even his breathing was extremely light. The doctor's few sentences had already been ground over and over in his mind. Late stage, spread, incurable. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid; it was that when faced with the absolute…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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