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Before Grain Rain When the final echoes of the campus curfew bell were cut off by the iron gate, Wei Zhiheng was pressing the second knuckle of his finger against the sound-activated light switch in the third-floor corridor of Changgu Building. The plastic panel had a crack in it, layered with years of dust, and a frost-like powder rubbed off onto his fingertip, embedding itself dryly under his nail. The light hummed with an electrical overload as it flickered on, the vibrating tungsten filament…-
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After Pure Brightness The tail end of the school bell was still rusting in the stairwell. Wei Zhiheng stood behind the security bars of the third-floor corridor, watching the crowd below pour out of the square’s various exits. He counted seven seconds from the time the bell rang until now. His heart hammered to pump blood upward, and his ears were filled with the sound of blood flow, like an underground river changing its course. He turned toward the stairs, his right hand gripping the railing. The…
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Before Pure Brightness It was nearly nine-thirty. On the third floor of the Miluo Building, in the Grade 11, Class 3 classroom, the ceiling fan whirled overhead. Its bearings lacked oil, emitting a rhythmic creak with every rotation. The breeze brushed past Wei Zhiheng’s nape, carrying away a sliver of heat, but his school uniform shirt was already soaked. It clung to his shoulder blades, the fabric heavy and saturated with sweat, sticking to his skin. He gripped a 2B pencil in his right hand. The…
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Spring Equinox Mist rose from the Cheng River and settled onto the cinder track of Jiujiu Square. The cinders were boiler residue—glassy fragments with sharp edges and a vitreous luster. Morning dew pooled on these sharp blades, refracting the dawn light into scattered, starlike points. Wei Zhiheng stood beneath the third branch of a camphor tree. The bark was cracked with deep longitudinal grooves that trapped last year’s withered leaves and scraped against his back. His shoulder blades and a tree…
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Before the Spring Equinox That drop of blood stayed on the seventh step for seven days. For the first three days, it was reddish-brown, its edges turning black from oxidation—flat and irregularly circular. On the fourth day, the humid southern winds arrived, and the moisture caused the salt in the bloodstain to resurface, forming a layer of white frost that felt rough to the touch. On the afternoon of the sixth day, a janitor wiped it with a mop soaked in 84 Disinfectant, yet faint pink traces remained…
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Before Grain in Ear The television was muted. A rectangle of blue light projected onto the wall, where a news anchor’s mouth moved without sound. Wei Zhiheng sat in a rattan chair, his waist pressed against the hard bamboo slats of the backrest. The dull pain from the bone marrow aspiration persisted, a rhythmic throbbing deep within his ilium. He had maintained this posture for twenty minutes, right leg crossed over his left knee, the fabric of his canvas trousers rubbing together. His right hand hung…
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Xiaoman The smell of disinfectant water rises from the ground.Wei Zhiheng was sitting on the blue plastic chair in the corridor, feeling the smell spread over his ankles, with the yellow-brown color of iodine and the astringency of 84 disinfectant, sinking to the height of his knees.He stared at the tiles on the opposite wall, No. 17, cracked, with strips of limestone flint embedded in the porcelain surface. There was a cough from the third clinic on the left.It wasn't an ordinary cough, it was a muffled…
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Chapter 9 Reflection Behind Closed Doors To be old beyond one's years is an ill omen! The night faded amidst his resolute silence, and the silhouette of Guzang gradually sharpened under the morning light. The palace paths were silent, save for the echo of his footsteps. By the time the morning dew began to rise, he had been kneeling on the jade steps outside Xuanshi Hall for nearly an hour. His court robes were soaked dark by the dew, his jade crown was meticulously fastened, and his back was held…-
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Chapter 8: Natural Disasters and Human Malice Damn it! Another trap! The rain in Jiangzhou carried a salty, fishy tang. Xiao Jue had spent several days in a ruined temple searching for evidence. When he untied the cylinder from the third messenger pigeon’s leg, the note inside contained only two words: Wu Dong. His pupils constricted slightly. The Wu clan of Chenliu was a family that kept a low profile in court, yet they controlled thirty percent of the salt transport in the Jianghuai region. They,…
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Chapter 7: Thoughts in the Night Rain Wishing to turn the world around and retreat into a small boat. Just as they returned to the post station, the rain began to pour as if the sky had collapsed. At the third quarter of the hour of the Pig, the rain tapped incessantly against the window lattice. Xie Heng sat alone beneath the lamp, his fingertips brushing the now-faded red mark on his cheek. The candlelight cast his shadow against the wall—lean, upright, and motionless. It was as if that slap had…
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