Horse belly

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Publish Date: 2005-10-01
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[] The books by Fu Ping 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 Ping's books, I am deeply moved and always find them unforgettable. Here, I want to say to Fu Ping: Keep going! Every book of yours is incredibly wonderful!
[HellAngel] I really love Fu Ping's writing style—it has a gentle yet powerful touch. As I read, I can't help but feel emotional and even want to cry. Living in an era without dreams, Fu Ping's words have given me dreams, and I am deeply grateful.
[Xiao Yao] I have always loved Fu Ping's books and never felt disappointed. In her works, there is always something that touches the deepest part of your soul. Supporting Fu Ping~~
[Smash the World] I read one of Fu Ping's novels and fell in love with her writing style ever since. I became hopelessly addicted to her world of stories, falling in love with the diverse characters. Their love left me both intoxicated and heartbroken, as if it were familiar to me—just like myself.
[Zi Xinhua] Her books have a gentle and lingering feel, as if you can't escape them. There are humorous moments, unique 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 Ping's books, happiness is like a slow, flowing stream. It's a plain yet shocking contradiction that is clearly imprinted in 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 either. Everything changed on the late night of April 13th. A strange occurrence happened at the famous Gu Family Embroidery Shop in the Wind and Rain Alley—
the head couple of the shop were waiting for an important guest, while their daughter attended a birthday party with her classmates. But when Gu Lüezhang returned home that evening, she found the ancient mansion empty—there were no signs of a struggle, no trace of blood. Could it be that the events from thirty years ago were about to happen again? Would her parents, like her grandparents, finish their last dinner and leave without returning? What does all this have to do with the unfinished skirt?