Strange Tales from China · Horse Belly

Author: Fu Ting
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Publish Date: 2005-10-01
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[] Fu Ting's books are not just about the entanglement of love and affection, but also contain many life lessons from our daily lives. Every time I read Fu Ting's books, I feel shocked and always leave me with a lingering sense of. Here, I want to say to Fu Ting: Keep going! Every one of your books is incredibly good! [HellAngel] I really love Fu Ting's writing. It has a gentle yet powerful touch. As I read, I can't help but want to cry. Living in an era without dreams, Fu Ting's words have given me dreams, and I am deeply grateful. [] I've always loved Fu Ting's books and never felt disappointed. In her books, there's always something that touches the deepest part of your soul. Supporting Fu Ting~~~~~~ [] I read one of Fu Ting's novels and fell in love with her style. I became hopelessly addicted to her world of novels, enjoying the diverse characters. Their love left me both heartbroken and enchanted, as if it were familiar to me—just like myself. [] Her books have a light yet lingering feel, as if they're inescapable. There are funny moments, special arrangements, but no matter what, there's always a subtle charm in her words. [end·qin] I don't remember where I heard it, but it's said that happiness doesn't always mean joy. I think that's true. In Fu Ting's books, happiness is like a gentle stream. It's a plain yet shocking contradiction that leaves a clear imprint on your heart. Not everyone yearns for this kind of happiness, nor can everyone possess it. Of course, not every writer can capture this kind of happiness. Everything changed on the late night of April 13th. In the famous Gu Family Embroidery Shop in the rainy lane, something strange happened—the head of the family, a couple, was waiting for an important guest, while their daughter was attending a birthday party at school. But when Gu Lüezhang returned home that evening, she found the ancient mansion empty—no signs of a struggle, no trace of blood. Could it be that the events of thirty years ago were about to repeat themselves? Would her parents, like her grandparents, have left after their last dinner and never returned? What was the connection between all this and the unfinished skirt?