Zi Xinyu’s Short Stories

Introduction by Translator

I stumbled upon this collection of short stories by the author, Zi Xinyu, and just had to translate them.

Her writing is simple, but her characters are complex. They’ll bring you into their world and their circumstances. You’ll sympathise with them, you’ll feel their joy and sorrow, and your heart will ache along with them… I’ve teared up while reading the stories and again while translating them. I hope you’ll enjoy these short stories as much as I have!

– timebun


Zi Xinyu’s Self-Introduction (紫芯玉)

Miss Xinyu here! I mainly write depressing stories ♡ I’m best at writing all sorts of short stories. Behind every novel, there’s a lot of hidden helplessness and reality. I’m currently writing a long series. No matter which novel you started reading from, I hope you can check out Yuyu’s long series and give some support, thank you! The book is called《傻女狂妃,这个太子我不嫁》(The Silly Girl is a Wild Consort, I Don’t Want to Marry this Crown Prince).

Author’s Page: http://www.xiang5.com/author/1744675.html


Her Stories

The Bird of Good & Evil

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“If I gave you the chance to become a human, would you want to?”

Back then, I simply smiled and said, “I don’t want to become a human. I want to continue being a bird, soaring freely in the skies. That’s perfect for me.”

As things changed with the passage of time, all of a sudden, I really wanted to become a human just once. Thus, I asked the god, “Can I still have another chance to become a human?”

However, the god shook his head, “You’ve already missed your opportunity. Furthermore, even if I gave you a chance now, you wouldn’t live past a single day.”

“That’s fine, even half a day is fine. I just want to be a human for once.”

With shining eyes, I pleaded earnestly…

[Read the translated story here.]


By The River of Forgetfulness for Seven Lifetimes

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Between the two sides of that other shore, upon the Bridge of Helplessness.

“Little miss, drink a mouthful of soup. Forget everything. Your next life is a new beginning, without any earthly desires or pain.”

Looking at the soup in Old Lady Meng’s hands, depression rose within me, “But what about that person in my heart?”

Old Lady Meng smiled faintly and said, “Do you see the waters below this bridge?”

“I see them.”

“Do you see the stones in the water?”

I was stunned for a moment, “Stones?”

Old Lady Meng nodded, “Go down there and become a stone. Watch the great changes in the world for seven lifetimes. After seven hundred years, you’ll be able to bring your longing with you as you reincarnate into a new life to look for him…”

[Read the translated story here.]


How Hurtful of the Maple Leaves

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O maple leaves as far as the eye can see, could you help me tell him, that I’m still waiting for him to come home?

In that maple forest, under that tree, it was like a dream.

Following the gentle passing of the breeze, everything vanished into thin air as if it had never existed.

“Jing’er, we’re right in the thick of autumn now. Don’t go outside too much, in case you catch a cold.”

The sunlight was just right at that time, and the maple leaves were still around. A handsome man dressed in white clothing; he’s my husband.

[Read the translated story here.]


Three Lifetimes of Trials; A Wind Chime Brings Tears

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Since ancient times, the eighteen levels of hell have been feared by all men, but only the evil ones have ever entered.

I killed countless people in my life. When my soul entered hell, I knew that there was no chance for me to escape the suffering of those eighteen levels.

However, I didn’t expect for the King of Hell to exempt my punishment, only to leave me with three lifetimes of trials.

In one life, my family was all killed and all my limbs were torn off. In another life, I was alone without anyone to help me, and my best friend was killed. I have one more trial to suffer.

At the root of all evil, there’s no one around.

Who was it who exempted you from the eighteen levels of hell, and helped you pass through the trials of three lifetimes?

Only to see a wind chime fall to the ground, leaving behind a single tear.

[Read the translated story here.]


Mum, I Used to Hate You

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I once asked myself whether I had ever experienced anything… so unforgettable that it was carved deeply into my bones.

Then I thought carefully about it.

Actually, my life was pretty average and rather peaceful.

It was probably because I was still young.

But upon thinking even more seriously, it seems like I’ve ever really hated one person.

My mum.

[Read the translated story here.]