Wenxuechen is a Chinese-language website aimed at the overseas Chinese community, particularly in Canada and the United States, where the site offers news, art and entertainment. Besides being a source of information in Chinese, it is also a source of news.
Su Xing’s eyes looked Wenxuechen
Born in March 1956, Zhu Xing is a Beijing-based writer, wenxuechen cultural researcher and freelance documentary maker. As a young man, Zhou Xing moved to Zidan County in northern Shaanxi Province to study and write. He joined the army in 1977 and served in the XXI Corps of the Lanzhou Military District. After his discharge from the army, Su Xing returned to Beijing and began writing within six months.
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Zhu Xing’s wenxuechen work has been seen internationally. In France, it won Best Documentary and Best Female Artist. He has received numerous awards including the Order of Arts and Letters and the French Ministry of Culture. It was also featured in Taiwan’s Tianxia magazine and featured in a crime roundup published by the French magazine Le Monde.
Su Pingshen’s hands were covered with cotton wool.
Zhu Pingshen took off his shirt and rolled up his pants. He kept a bowl of fishware under his clothes. He heard a familiar woman’s voice. Su Pingsheng had been trapped in a tree for many years and wanted to be free. Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined a beautiful face.
“Right hand,” Zhu Xinqi slipped from his hands.
Why did Zhu Xinzi do things that made him happy? He saw the fire spirit swirling around him, but he still couldn’t tell where the fire spirit came from. This made her doubt whether the Ghost King was choosing her brother or her husband. Fortunately, the fire spirit was not real.
As Xu Xinzhi walked away, Tao Jian held his left hand and looked towards Xu Xinzhi. As the two men approached, Xu Xinzi gritted his teeth and twisted his right hand violently. His ‘right hand’ slipped from his hand and Tao Jian froze against the stone wall.
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Zhu Xingzhi felt uneasy. He guessed that his former master had deep feelings for him, though he didn’t know exactly why. He felt sad and fell asleep. The next morning, Meng Zhongguang gently took Xu Xingzhi in his arms, one hand extended to his chest.
