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    Little Panda

    Stories 52
    Chapters 6,700
    Words 103.3 M
    Comments 4,641
    Reading 358 days, 15 hours358 d, 15 h
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 12 Cover
      by Little Panda “Auntie” “Xiao Wu” The next day, on an autumn afternoon, Yan QiHanzi: 言蹊 | Pinyin: Yán Qī | Context: The protagonist. Her name 'Qi' (蹊) means 'footpath' or 'track'. It often appears in the idiom 'Peach and plum trees do not speak, yet a path is born beneath them' (桃李不言,下自成蹊), suggesting that a person of true worth attracts others without needing to boast. was preparing to return to the city. Yan YinanHanzi: 言以南 | Pinyin: Yán Yǐnán | Context: Yan Qi's brother…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 13 Cover
      by Little Panda Wind and WavesHanzi: 风波 | Pinyin: fēngbō | Context: A common term for a disturbance, crisis, or trouble. After a cold rain, the temperature dropped sharply under a sky obscured by dark clouds. The Yan Family Old Residence was in a state of chaos. No one could have predicted the sudden turn of events. It all started when Yan Qi brought home a box of Water Honey Peaches.Hanzi: 水蜜桃 | Pinyin: shuǐmìtáo | Context: Literally: 'Water Honey Peach.' A variety of peach known for being…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 14 Cover
      by Little Panda Raising a child is not an easy matter Anzhi was pacing anxiously in her room. Yan Qi didn't bother closing the door when she came in; after all, they were the only two people on this floor. "Are you angry?" Anzhi asked, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She didn't even dare to sit down, just stood there with her head tilted up, staring at Yan Qi with a pitiful gaze. Yan Qi remained silent. In her mind, this was an extremely serious matter. Leaving without a word—running away from home. She…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 15 Cover
      by Little Panda Dumplings on a Rainy Night "Xiao Wu, is everything alright?" Grandmother Yan asked, a little worried before she went to sleep. Grandfather Yan chuckled. "Didn't we agree not to meddle in the children's affairs?" "How can that be the same? Xiao Wu is still a child… and a girl, at that…" "And how is it any different? Have you forgotten our kids' nickname? The Four Tyrants of the Yan Family. Xiao Wu is one of them…" At that, Grandmother Yan started to laugh. "Anyway, I'm not getting…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 10 Cover
      by Little Panda The Fall So bitter… Anzhi swallowed awkwardly. She couldn't say she disliked bitter melon, nor could she admit she hated drinking plain milk. But… She couldn't say it. These people were already kind enough to take her in. Also, Yan Xi seemed to be watching her. She couldn't let Yan Xi think she was a picky child. She pursed her lips. Just as she was about to pick up a second piece, a pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared on her small plate. In a flash, all the bitter melon was snatched…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 6 Cover
      by Little Panda The Frog in My Stomach They were sitting by the window. Outside, the curtain of night was falling, the inky blackness rolling into the orange glow of the streetlights that blended together at the horizon. Pedestrians walked by in twos and threes. A guguHanzi: 咕咕 | Pinyin: gū gū | Context/Meaning/Explanation: An onomatopoeia for a stomach rumbling, similar to growl or rumble. sound came from Anzhi's stomach. She blushed and covered her belly. "The frog in my stomach is croaking." The frog in…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 11 Cover
      by Little Panda Taotao, Don't Cry Anymore When Yan Xi returned to the room, Anzhi had already finished her shower. She was still wearing one of Yan Xi’s old T-shirts as pajamas. “Did you put the ointment on? Let me see,” Yan Xi said, checking the girl’s knee. “Mhm…” “Does it still hurt?” “Not anymore…” Yan Xi stroked her head. “You can tell me next time…” Anzhi’s gaze fell to the floor. Yan Xi reached out, her arm wrapping around the girl’s small body. “Okay,”…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 7 Cover
      by Little Panda Bath The staircase was wooden and carpeted. Anzhi was being carried, but at the turn of the landing, she saw another long flight of steps ahead. She felt embarrassed. "I'll get down and walk… I'm… heavy…" The woman holding her laughed, a crisp, clear sound. "You're just like a little kitten. Not heavy at all. My two nephews are much heavier than you. Usually, when I'm home, they hang off me and I can't even shake them off." "Nephews?" "A nephew is my older brother's son. They're twins.…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 8 Cover
      by Little Panda Xiao Wu and Tao Tao Yan Xi picked up the towel wrapped around her body and began drying her hair. After the bath, both her hair and skin carried a sweet, fragrant scent. The shampoo and body wash shared the same smell—the very same fragrance Anzhi had noticed on the woman earlier. She didn't know what kind of flower it was. As Anzhi dried her own hair, she looked around. The bed was large, fitted with a white sheet, a light gray duvet, and dark gray pillows. A tall, black lamp that looked like a…
    • Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 9 Cover
      by Little Panda The Auntie of Another Family Yan Xi, like every young person fresh into society, had brilliant visions and boundless drive for her work. Once the TV segment topic was finalized, they had only a week to shoot. The timeline was tight and the workload heavy; the group of newcomers worked from dawn to dusk every day, so busy their heads were practically spinning. Often, after a full day of shooting, they would still meet in the early hours of the morning to share insights and summarize their experiences…
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