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 Mu Xiaoya got up early and went to school after changing clothes. Today is the day that the school uniformly issues a diploma. She missed her graduation photo. If she does not get her graduation certificate on time, Fang Hui is expected to kill her directly.
 Get off at the bus stop on Xueyuan Road, and within a few steps, Mu Xiaoya saw Fang Hui waiting at the gate of the school. At this time, Fang Hui was not capable and savvy a few years later. She was still a kind of non-mainstream girl who would dye three or more hair colors on her head.
 "Fang Hui."
 Mu Xiaoya waved her hand towards Chao Fanghui happily, Fang Hui turned around, and saw Mu Xiaoya running towards her showing some indifference. She was still holding a milk tea straw in her mouth, and she did not intend to give Mu Xiaoya a reaction at all. But Mu Xiaoya didn't care about it all, one flew up, tangling Fang Hui like an octopus.
 "My clothes! Mu Xiaoya, you are going to die." Sudden impulse spilled milk tea from Fang Hui, staining her newly bought clothes with a brown tea stain.
 "I haven't seen you for a long time, but I miss you." Mu Xiaoya didn't hear Fang Hui's complaints at all, still immersed in the joy of seeing her friends.
 "Give me this set less, and I tell you, if you don't bring out your marriage certificate today, you will definitely not get through this level." Fang Hui shoved people away politely.
 "No marriage certificate, but there are photos. Do you want to see them?" Mu Xiaoya asked.
 "..." Fang Hui froze, and couldn't care less about wiping his own tea with milk, and asked Mu Xiaoya, "Are you really married?"
 "Um." Mu Xiaoya admitted generously.
 "No ... who, who are you married with, and when did you fall in love, why don't I know?" Fang Hui always thought that Mu Xiaoya was talking about marriage that day, but she used her excuses casually.
 "It's a long story, do you remember the neighbor I mentioned to you before?"
 "Remember, you said you have a handsome guy next door, but unfortunately you have autism."
 "it's him."
 "Mu Xiaoya, you're crazy!" It's true that all of them who studied art have a little face control, but they won't find an autism for the face.
 "Don't be excited, I'll tell you slowly." At the moment, the two walked into the school while Mu Xiaoya and Fang Hui talked about the ins and outs of the matter.
 After listening, Fang Hui's expression became more complicated. She looked at Mu Xiaoya with an inquiring look and asked, "Then you are married to appease the elderly's last wish, or do you really want to marry Shirakawa. "
 "Both." Mu Xiaoya answered honestly.
 "Everything is called ... I'll ask another question." Fang Hui felt that the question she had asked was not very accurate, so she asked again, "If the grandma of Shirakawa did not die at this time, would you agree to marry Shirakawa? ? "
 "Yes." After thinking for a while, Mu Xiaoya still gave a positive answer. Granny's death was just at that point in time, and her original intention to marry Shirakawa was to prevent Shirakawa from future tragedies. Of course, if Grandma Bai doesn't go wrong, Shirakawa will not propose, but this is obviously not the focus of Fang Hui's question.
 "So ... do you like him?" Fang Hui asked.
 like? Do you like Shirakawa? Mu Xiaoya asked herself, like should be like, but there is absolutely no love in this kind of like. If there were, he would not have rejected Shirakawa himself. Just after the reincarnation, Mu Xiaoya felt that love was not so important, and marriage became simple.
 "Like." Mu Xiaoya didn't dare to tell Fang Hui what she thought, otherwise, she would not want to stop because of Fang Hui's character.
 "Fang Hui, Mu Xiaoya ..." When Fang Hui still wanted to say something, suddenly someone called their name in front. The two looked away and saw the three or five students in their class waving at them on the steps in front of the teaching building. The two stopped talking and walked quickly.
 "Mu Xiaoya, why didn't you come on the day you took your graduation photo?" The only thing missing from the college graduation photo is that the classmates are curious.
 "Fang Hui said you were married, is it true?"
 "It's definitely not true, isn't Mu Xiaoya going to go abroad next month? Sg, ah, our dream design hall."
 Mu Xiaoya patiently waited for them to finish, then said with a smile: "Fang Hui did not lie to you, I am indeed married."
 "Really fake, and with whom?"
 "Are there any photos? Show us."
 Someone suggested so that everyone would not take the graduation certificate immediately, and stuck at the entrance of the teaching building waiting for Mu Xiaoya to show her husband's photo.
 "I don't have it on my mobile phone." Ms. Mu Xiaoya wondered. Before, she had no idea about Shirakawa. Where would she secretly store Shirakawa's photos on her mobile phone. There is only one photo of the marriage certificate in the mobile phone. You can't show the photo of the marriage certificate directly to the students.
 "Who lied to you, would you have no picture of your husband?"
 "If you don't have one, you can send your husband a selfie."
 "That is, I'll see who is so charming, and coax our wooden beauty as soon as I graduate."
 Mu Xiaoya looked to Fang Hui for help, but Fang Hui also had a good look. To be honest, she listened to Mu Xiaoya's mention of Shirakawa's handsome, but she has never seen what she looks like, and she couldn't help being curious at this time.
 "Then ... I'm going to try it." Mu Xiaoya's mobile phone had Shirakawa's contact information, but she almost never used it. In her impression, Shirakawa is often immersed in her own world. Sometimes when you call him in person, he doesn't necessarily react, let alone contact by mobile phone. Mu Xiaoya even suspected that Shirakawa might not have noticed at all in this WeChat past.
 Although thinking so, Mu Xiaoya still pulled out Shirakawa's WeChat and sent a message in the past.
 "He is usually very busy, so he may not be able to see it." Mu Xiaoya preliminarily arrived.
 "Call then if you don't see it." The students did not stop without seeing the photos.
 Mu Xiaoya suddenly sweated.
 In the Baijia Villa, Shirakawa was quietly sitting on the balcony reading a book. His reading movement was extremely fast. It took almost two or three seconds to turn the next page.
 There is a small round table on the right-hand side of Shirakawa, on which several kinds of breakfast are neatly arranged, but from extrapolation of white porridge, which has long been unheated, these breakfasts have obviously been placed for a long time.
 At this moment, Uncle Liu, the housekeeper of the Bai family, walked in quietly, and at a glance he swept across the undisturbed breakfast on the round table, his heart suddenly felt helpless, and the second child forgot to have breakfast.
 It's not just breakfast, three meals a day, and two young children forget to eat. No, it seems that it is not accurate enough to forget to eat. The second child is not forgetting to eat, but only eats when he feels hungry. But Er Shao's perception is different from ordinary people. He often eats a meal a day, or sometimes he just doesn't eat it. For this, everyone in the Bai family was extremely worried, but there was nothing they could do. Because when Er Shao is immersed in his own world, no matter what you say to him, he is unresponsive.
 And the only thing he can do is to prepare food at the second young man's hand, so that when second young is hungry, there will always be food around him.
 Uncle Liu was carrying the newly made breakfast in the kitchen, walked over, carefully replaced the plate that had been cold, and then did not dare to stay for a while, turned and walked out. As he approached the bedroom door, Uncle Liu suddenly heard a weird noise. He subconsciously looked at it and found that the mobile phone on the bedside table was ringing.
 Liu Shu didn't take it seriously and didn't remind him. To be honest, Er Shao ’s mobile phone has always been a single contact tool. It is only used when he wants to find someone. It is basically nonsense for others to find him through a mobile phone. That is, the gentleman wanted to find the second child, they all hit the home landline, and then he went to pick it up.
 "Creak ~~"
 Uncle Liu's thoughts only turned, and he heard the sound of a chair rubbing the floor behind him, and then the sound of regular footsteps sounded. Uncle Liu turned around unbelievably and found that Er Shao actually put down his hand and read half of the book, walked in from the balcony, went all the way to the bed, and picked up the mobile phone directly.
 Second, did he come over after hearing the text message?
 No, it's impossible. Ershi has never reacted so quickly. It must be a coincidence. Ershi should be just looking for someone else. Yes, it must be.
 Uncle Liu thought this way, and he was calm in his heart, holding a plate and continuing to walk outside the bedroom.
 At this time Shirakawa had picked up the phone and saw the message from Mu Xiaoya: Can you send me a picture of you?
 photo? Shirakawa pursed his lips and looked left and right. When he thought about where his own photo was, he turned his attention to Uncle Liu who was about to leave at the door.
 He didn't know when Uncle Liu came in, and he didn't care. He only knew that he needed Uncle Liu's help now, so he called someone.
 "Uncle Liu," shouted Shirakawa.
 "Two ... two less ?!" Uncle Liu almost didn't hold the plate in his hands with excitement. He's right, he's only 52 years old this year. He shouldn't be too old to hear. He just called him? Right?
 Also ... Er Shao actually knew his name.
 "I want to take a picture." Shirakawa handed his cellphone towards Uncle Liu.
 Take a picture? Second younger wants to take a picture? Second, is he going to take a picture of him? !
 Uncle Liu quickly responded. The plate in his hand was set aside on the ground, and hurriedly ran over to pick up the mobile phone in Shirakawa's hand: "Second, how would you like to shoot?"
 This is the first time Er Shao asked him to do something, he must be perfect.
 "Take a picture of me," Shirakawa repeated.
 I'm really stupid. Where does the second young man know what photography skills and poSe, he can take a picture of himself is a qualitative leap. After a while he must tell the gentleman and wife, as well as the young master, this exciting good news.
 "Master, the light in the room is not good, let's go to the balcony to shoot it." Uncle Liu suggested.
 "Um." Shirakawa walked back to the balcony obediently, and then walked to that station casually.
 Uncle Liu originally wanted to take a good shot, and strived to make the handsome and invincible second shot. But when his second son went to the balcony casually, Liu Shu's old tears suddenly burst into emotion. The second son of his family just went to that station and it was a scenery. Where is his **** technology needed?
 Liu Shukaka took a lot of photos, and returned the mobile phone to the second younger, before leaving reluctantly to leave the cold breakfast.
 With the photo, Shirakawa immediately opened Kai Xiaoya's WeChat, sent his photo over, then stopped reading, and stared at the mobile phone so tightly to wait for a reply.
 Here, Mu Xiaoya, who had prepared Shirakawa not to reply to her heart, did not expect to wait for two minutes before Shirakawa's news came back.
 "Quick, photo, open it quickly." Before Mu Xiaoya could see clearly, a curious student had clicked on the photo, and suddenly Shirakawa's appearance was enlarged in full screen in front of everyone.
 "I go ~~"
 "His ~~~"
 "Mu Xiaoya, you are so good."
 Suddenly, the sound of exclamation and inhalation was endless, as if just such a photo could explain all the unreasonableness of Mu Xiaoya's sudden marriage.
 Even Fang Hui's eyes flashed with surprise. If it wasn't for Mu Xiaoya who had told her in the morning, she wouldn't be able to associate the handsome young man who seemed to have a flash of light in her eyes with the autistic patient. To say something impulsive, just for this face, this marriage is worth it.
 Mu Xiaoya always knew that Shirakawa was good-looking, but it was also the first time he discovered that he was so photogenic? Shirakawa in the photo was wearing a cotton casual clothes, as if he had just got up, and his hair was a little messy. He stood backlit, his eyes staring intently, as if facing her through the lens.
 After everyone was satisfied with curiosity, Mu Xiaoya managed to get back her mobile phone. She glanced at the silent teenager in the photo, and Yu Guang in the corner of the eye skimmed the breakfast in the lower right corner of the photo.
 Frowning slightly, Mu Xiaoya returned a message: the photo is handsome, remember to eat breakfast.
 breakfast? Shirakawa looked up in confusion, and finally saw the breakfast in front of him.
 Shirakawa: OK.
 After replying, Shirakawa walked back to the table and ate slowly.
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 Mu Xiaoya lived for twenty-six years before she knew that she had a sudden genetic disease. There was no medicine for it, and there was only death waiting for her.
 Before she died, many people came to see her, but she was most impressed by Bai Chuan.
 Bai Chuan was her neighbor, an autistic child with scholar’s syndrome. At that time, his face full of scars was desperate: “I – I studied all your medical records, but I have no way to save you.”
 Mu Xiaoya was stunned: “You are a doctor?”
 Bai Chuan: “I am not… …”
 Mu Xiaoya’s disease was a genetic disease. Unless the gene was changed, there was no possibility of cure. However, Bai Chuan was the only person who tried to cure her after she fell ill.
 Mu Xiaoya: “Why are you going to cure me?”
 Bai Chuan: “I want to marry you.”
 Mu Xiaoya laughed: “If you marry me, you will soon become a widower.”
 Bai Chuan insisted: “I – I want to marry you.”
 Bai Chuan, who has cognitive impairments, can’t express his meaning very well, and can only repeat it over and over again.
 Later, Mu Xiaoya still died. When she woke up, she returned to the summer of her college graduation.
 Bai Chuan: “I… I want to marry you.”
 Mu Xiaoya: “Good.”
 The starlight in the eyes of Bai Chuan was the most beautiful scenery that Mu Xiaoya had ever seen in her life.
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 Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!
 Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!
 Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!
 Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.
 Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”
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 Shennugou is an old and infertile place. It’s hard to find a woman to marry here. 
 The Li family is extremely poor. With only four bare walls for a home, they don’t even have a woman to manage the household. 
 The Heavens had mercy today, Li family’s oldest son had saved a woman at the market and brought her back home. 
 Li Man was killed by her mother-in-law and transmigrated. She was almost hanged on the first day, but, fortunately, she was rescued by the Li brothers. 
 This doesn’t mean that her destiny is over. 
 The language didn’t make sense at first, she discovered that, here, standard Mandarin sucks.
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 Yu Long is a beautiful and beautiful ballet dancer who has been a white swan in the crowd since childhood.
 Once she wore a book, she returned to the remote countryside in the 1980s and became a cannon fodder female supporting role in a rebirth of a military marriage. 
 The female cannon fodder is a squat, timid character, and everyone can be bullied. The reborn female protagonist was entrapped and married to a bad person in her previous life, her daughter was sold to her hometown, and her female partner was also killed by domestic violence.
 After wearing the book, Yu Long ripped off the original heroine, robbed her of her space, and robbed her of her good fortune, and she was gone on the road of becoming thinner and more beautiful.
 People from Shiliba Village found that the stepdaughter of Zhang’s family, who was fat and short, and everyone disliked, suddenly became thin and became a lightning bolt, and became charming and beautiful, which attracted the attention of many people. 
 The people who came to her house to propose marriage were about to smash the threshold. 
 —— 
 Everyone says that Jin Yang is strictly abstinent and keeps himself clean. He was born in a compound and his future is bound to be limitless. It’s a pity that it fell on a married woman, who is still the woman of his comrade-in-arms. 
 For the sake of this married woman, who never married in her whole life, she guarded the borderlands, and finally sprinkled her ashes on the border. 
 Reborn in the fire of war, I thought I could cut off Hu before my brother, but I didn’t expect the two to be engaged. 
 He couldn’t help himself, and he was born again, but he still had to watch his beloved become someone else’s wife again. 
 It wasn’t until later that he discovered that… 
 A friend’s fiancee turned out to be… the sweetheart’s sister? ? !
 Content tags: Farming essays, female supporting characters, wearing books, chronological essays 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Yu Long, Jin Yang ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: 
 One sentence introduction: All fat people are potential stocks 
 Purpose: work hard to counterattack
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 Ning Shu had dropped dead. But in a burst of good fortune she became a task-taker in charge of counterattacking for pitiful cannon fodder. Thus, Ning Shu, in one world after another, took all kinds of life roles, encountered all kinds of ‘you’re heartless, you’re ruthless, you’re making trouble for no reason’ people. She encountered all sorts of white lotus flowers, green tea b***hes, scheming b***hes, by the batch.
 Does any true beauty still exist in the world!? bellowed Ning Shu angrily. You annoying trash! I’m just here to counterattack, please don’t get in the way of me completing my task. Transmigration main character, reincarnation main character. There’s only a lazy task-taker, no undestroyable main character halo. Ning Shu had no choice but to painfully gather moral integrity in each of the worlds.
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 "Lu Lijun! what're you doing?"
 "Shhh! Let me see where that bastard touched you," he tucked the loose hair strand behind her earlobe, "Nobody is allowed to touch my wife."
 "I..AM...NOT...YOUR...WIFE.."
 "Dare to say it again and in no time you will see yourself on that bed under me...and I'll make sure, you won't be able to rest for even a single moment, till the morning.”
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 At the age of twenty, Jiang Yuyan married her love Lu Qiang, an heir to one of the most powerful business families in the capital. Tragically, a few months later, an unfortunate incident cost her husband's life.
 A series of unfathomable incidents compelled Jiang Yuyan to marry her brother-in-law Lu Lijun, who's younger than her. Her new marriage meant nothing to her more than just an act to protect the people she cared about.
 She planned to leave the Lu family after Lu Lijun became independent and spend the rest of her life with the memories of Lu Qiang which she treasured for all those years, but that turned out to be her wishful thinking.
 Her brother-in-law, Lu Lijun, realizes that he is in love with her and wants her to be his wife.
 What will unfold when he confessed his feelings to her, knowing that she will never accept him?
 Will he be able to make her fall in love with him? Will her heart come alive again?
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 The so-called self-inflicted can not live. 
 This is a software engineer who likes to read novels and vomit in front of the computer, 
 Together with the computer, a new world was born, and it ended up ruining its own story. 
 Become a peerless beauty and travel into an illusory world. It is said that you can go home as long as you complete N tasks. 
 What task? Look for queen flowers. 
 Along the way, I met a gentle master, a righteous hero, a beautiful son, a cunning prime minister, and a mighty general. 
 The feelings are ambiguous, and they are often in crisis and fall into a dead end. 
 Alas, this world is too dangerous, let’s go home safely.
 (This site solemnly reminds: this story is purely fictitious, if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental, and do not imitate.)
 Author’s custom label: One female and many males, Another World Continent 
 Reader’s impressions: Allure (4), NP (3)
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 She was the godly thief of the 24th century, yet she was reincarnated as a good-for-nothing idiot with no parents. Not only that, she had to bend her will according to her relatives’ mood. Idiot? Trash? Very well, sooner or later, she will show these group of silly earthlings what it means to be too late for regrets!
 Battle-qi? Magic? Her talent on both magic and martial arts will mortify every genius in existence. The position of the clan chief? The mythological Vermilion Bird? Want them? So sorry~ She already took them!
 But who will tell her, that the cute boy who gets carsick easily was really the mythological Vermilion Bird? Then, what about the elder that’s residing in her body, just which deity does that mysterious soul belong to? Furthermore……
 Why was it that other people’s companion were those kind of domineering, and incomparably mighty type. Why was it the ones around her were either an evil merchant or a sly fox, a useless nerd or a playboy, the worst is this sick pretty boy! What happened to ruling the world, and standing above all else? Please don’t f*ck with me!
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 Because of a chain bracelet, Bai Min inadvertently crossed over thousand years to become Daxing dynasty’s Murong Feng.
 She married the mischievous and unruly 4th Prince Sima Rui.
 Won’t this marriage disappoint the owner of the soul and body?
 From their uninterested beginning until they slowly getting to know each other and finally got together.
 An accident made this marriage predestined by fate became an autumn dream.
 Eventually Bai Min cannot resist the longing of the heart and also cannot avoid the calling of her lover in the dream. She abandoned everything to cross over a millennium once more.
 This affectionate love without regret and willing to give up everything was met with continous twists and turns.
 She made a pact with her lord to be fated for three lives. Across a millennium, was it possible not to disappoint this lifetime?
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 That night, she shed off the image of a young maiden’s immaturity, forming a ripple in the deepest parts of the Cold Palace…
 That day, she kneeled before him begging for mercy. She didn’t want anything. She only wanted to leave the palace and become an ordinary girl….
 A bunch of elegant and good looking heavenly princes. A lowly palace maid with a mind as calm as still water.
 If they were to meet, would it be an encounter like dewdrops and the autumn wind or would it be a lament of a country…
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 Both of them were victims of their family interests. It seemed that this marriage had a price to pay. She had never contacted him and he had forgotten all about her existence. He had never thought that he would have a baby with his one-night-only wife. Would their son bind them together? See for yourself!
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 Xie Huaimin who had been jilted, unexpectedly came to the unfamiliar nation of Dong Qi and became Xie Zhaohua, the idiotic Fourth Miss of the Grand Tutor Xie’s family in Dong Qi. Ready to be flexible to her newfound circumstances, she strived to let herself adapt to life in a feudalistic society but her eccentric Second Brother, Xie Zhaoying, implicated her in a complicated web of intricacies. The Zhao family’s party which dominates the court administration, the refined and mysterious teacher Song Zijing from Xi Qi and also Prince Yan, Xiao Xuan, who is remotely far away, form a world full of perils and excitement. Miss Xie who is imbued with courage and insensitive yet pure, followed along with Xiao Xuan without second thoughts, throwing herself into the venture of revolution and love.
 T/n: The title of the novel originated from a Chinese poem by Yan Jidao.
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 She is the Crown Prince’s fiancee, but on the night of their wedding, an edict was made and she was given off to marry the crippled and paralyzed God of War.
 On their wedding night, the paralyzed groom pressed her under his body: “Do you want this prince to kill you or poison you?” Lin Chujiu is a famous surgeon so she wouldn’t feel threatened that easily. She turned and pressed the crippled man under her body: “Say, do you want me to completely waste your legs or waste your third leg?”
 She is a genius surgeon doctor in Modern Era that was transmigrated into the body of the Eldest Miss of Lin Family.
 He is a famous prince that named as the God of War and was feared by many.
 “I, Lin Chujiu, am not a good woman. I do not know how to write melodramatic words.”
 “I am in love with you and willing to do anything for you. I will bear the blame of our country or even help you seize the vast territory of our motherland…”
 “I hate you, I am willing to pull out your heart, take out your bones and after you lose your life I will destroy this picturesque country…”
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My Husband With Scholar Syndrome

Chapter 8: give me your photo

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