姑娘威武

by Jiu Lu Fei Xiang, 九鹭非香

何夕：人生就像一只白天鹅

水面上装得宠辱不惊优雅高贵，水面下的脚掌却翻飞搅动异常慌乱何夕便是这样一只在水面挣扎着前行的白天鹅。

没人能看穿她的掩饰，直到遇见了秦陌

各种囧事接踵而来……

人生再也无法淡定了。

秦陌：活着就是拼运气

他向来运气太好

直到遇见了何夕……

无数匪夷所思的事接连发生

即便是好运如秦陌也不由颓然感叹：

“好吧，算你威武。”

177 pages, Kindle Edition

About the author

Associated Names:
* Jiu Lu Fei Xiang (English)
* 九鹭非香 (Chinese)
* จิ่วลู่เฟยเซียง (Thai)

Reviews

[Tuyet Lan · Rating 2 out of 5]

Truyện này dịch ở Việt có tên Cô nàng mạnh mẽ.
Ta nói nó chán ~
Cửu Lộ Phi Hương có vẻ không hợp truyện hiện đại. Truyện huyền huyễn yêu cầu trí tưởng tượng bay bổng thì hay. Chứ sang dòng ngôn tình đô thị này thì đuối quá.
Tình tiết truyện thiếu chặt chẽ đối thoại giữa các nhân vật nhàm và thiếu hài.

[Joyce · Rating 3 out of 5]

My predominant reaction towards this book is:



They’re happy together?





Something’s tearing them apart?



I guess what I’m trying to say is: the author never inspired anything but apathy from me. Despite the 1st person perspective, despite the many ups and downs (it was like a soap opera, trust me), I was never worried I’d lose sleep over it.

一夜情就是一夜而已，不管那是不是一个初夜。

我将手里的衣服拿给他看：“因为我的衣服完全没法穿了，所以我要穿走一件你的衣服。如果你想让我还你，那就把联系方式留下来，不过，我觉得你应该不想吧，所以我们后会无期了。”说着我很自觉的在他的衣橱里翻了一件宽大的运动衫出来。到浴室里换了衣服，我抬头挺胸，从他面前走过，出门前，我回头看他笑道：

“对了，忘了说，你技术不错，昨晚我很开心。”

I’ll be first to say that the author tried to do things differently. This is the first Chinese book I’ve read where one-night stands have happened. This is one of the few where they break up for more than a day. This is also one of the few where the woman is so…able to fight.

然而再多的骄傲也掩饰不了我被甩的事实。我在酒吧宣泄着我的情绪。一场烂醉。可是我明天依旧要打扮整齐的去上班工作。

人生就是这样撑着面子的拼死拼活，最后却不知道自己能得到什么。

This book also tries to be relatable. 何夕 is very unflinching when it comes to facing the harsh realities of life. Yes, perhaps you might not have that special something with your partner, but your relationship could still work. Marriage, after all, is as much about the companionship as it is about the love (and the sex).

我站在窗前看着他远去的车灯，心想，原来我与秦陌之间除了爱情还有让人难受却不得不面对的现实——

我没那么喜欢他，他也不是非我不可。

And yet. And yet her writing didn’t flow as well as 顾漫, 丁默, or even 明月听风. I was never lost in her words, never lost track of time as it went by, never felt anything but the need to read it so I could finish the book and move on to the next one.

I guess, at the end of the day, they were at times too relatable and yet at times too unrealistic. I don’t believe anyone can cause someone else to pine after them for more than two years, or that 何夕 would have acted the way she did given how aware she was of her situation. At the same time, when I read, I don’t want to have to think about how we can’t always get our fairy tales. I want to escape, not to be reminded of the harsh realities of life.

Not recommended.