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Xu Xing’s eyes appeared from obscurity

Born in March 1956, Xu Xing is a writer, cultural scholar, and independent documentary filmmaker from Beijing. At a young age, Xu Xing moved to the Zhidan county in northern Shan’xi province to study and write. In 1977, he joined the army and served in the 21st Corps of the Lanzhou Military Region. After demobilization from the army, Xu Xing returned to Beijing and began to write within six months.

Xu Xing’s work has been screened internationally. In France, she has won awards for “Best Documentary” and “Best Artist.” She has received numerous awards, including the Order of Arts and Literature and the French Ministry of Culture. In Taiwan, she has also been featured in the Tianxia magazine, and she was featured in a summary of crimes published by the Franch magazine Le Monde.

Xu Pingsheng’s arm was covered in cotton wool

Xu Pingsheng slipped the shirt off his body and rolled up his trousers. Under his cloak he held a bowl of fish food. The voice of a familiar woman rang in his ears. Xu Pingsheng had been trapped in the tree for several years and wanted to free himself. He could imagine a beautiful face whenever he closed his eyes.

Xu Xingzhi’s “right hand” slipped out of his sleeves

Xu Xingzhi was doing things because they were pleasing to him. He had noticed that the ghost fires were circling him, but was still unable to determine the source of the ghost fires. This made him suspect that the Ghost King was choosing a son-in-law or a husband. Fortunately, the ghost fires were not real.

When Xu Xingzhi was walking, Tao Xian was holding his left hand and was in front of Xu Xingzhi. As the two men approached, Xu Xingzhi clenched his teeth and twisted his right wrist violently. His “right hand” slipped out of his sleeve, and Tao Xian froze and shrank against the stone wall.

Xu Xingzhi was struck with a feeling of depression. Though he did not know the exact cause, he guessed that his former owner held deep feelings for him. He went to bed feeling miserable. The next morning, Meng Zhongguang gently drew Xu Xingzhi near his arms, and reached out a hand to his chest.

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