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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Hong, Kong, Shanghai entitled Love in a Fallen City
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conversations.value: Love in a Fallen City (film): The film is set in 1940s Shanghai and Hong Kong.\nBai Liu-Su (Cora Miao) is an introverted divorcée who has her fair share of misery after breaking up with her good-for-nothing husband.\nHer large, extended family feels she has shamed them through divorce.\nHer situation at home has become unbearable.\nA charming Malayan businessman based in Hong Kong, Fan Liu-yuan (Chow Yun-Fat), who is always surrounded by women, happens to visit Shanghai and becomes interested in Bai after chancing on her through mutual friends.\nFan sees in Bai what many others don't and tries his best to make her fall in love again.\nA middle-aged couple tries to matchmake the two.\nBai takes a gamble and decides to visit Hong Kong with the Japanese invasion of China looming, willing to risk all just to get out of her awkward family situation; even though she falls for Fan, future is uncertain.\nIt is only through surviving war-torn Hong Kong as civilians that the two realize that they truly love each other.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: \nIt is only through surviving war-torn Hong Kong as civilians that the two realize that they truly love each other..\nBai takes a gamble and decides to visit Hong Kong with the Japanese invasion of China looming, willing to risk all just to get out of her awkward family situation; even though she falls for Fan, future is uncertain.\nA middle-aged couple tries to matchmake the two.\nFan sees in Bai what many others don't and tries his best to make her fall in love again.\nA charming Malayan businessman based in Hong Kong, Fan Liu-yuan (Chow Yun-Fat), who is always surrounded by women, happens to visit Shanghai and becomes interested in Bai after chancing on her through mutual friends.\nHer situation at home has become unbearable.\nHer large, extended family feels she has shamed them through divorce.\nBai Liu-Su (Cora Miao) is an introverted divorcée who has her fair share of misery after breaking up with her good-for-nothing husband.Love in a Fallen City (film): The film is set in 1940s Shanghai and Hong Kong
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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Love in a Fallen City
  When she had gone, Chuanqing leaned his head against the windowpane. Once again he seemed to doze off. The passenger with the azaleas got off too—and with the azaleas gone from the window, there was only the gray street behind. When the backdrop changed, his face grew dark and yellow.
  The bus turned another corner. Palm-tree leaves swished against the window. Chuanqing jumped up, pulled the bell cord, and descended at the next stop.
  He lived in a big mansion. Within a few years of their moving here from Shanghai, all the flowers and trees that had once filled the yard had wilted, died, or been cut down, and now the sun beat down on a desolate scene. The housemaid had turned over a rattan chair on the grass. She was sluicing it out with a kettle of boiling water, killing bedbugs.
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conversations.value: Fire leaped up inside Ch'i-ch'iao as she heard this. She stamped her feet and muttered on her way downstairs, "So— just going to pretend you don't know. If you are going to be so snobbish, why did you bother to carry me here in a sedan chair, complete with three matchmakers and six wedding gifts? Ties of kinship not even a sharp knife can sever. Even if you're not just feigning death today but are really dead, he will have to come to your funeral and kowtow three times and you will have to take it."
  Her room was screened off by a stack of gold-lacquered trunks right inside the door, leaving just a few feet of space. As she lifted the curtain, all she saw was her brother's wife bent over the box set to remove the top section containing little pies so as to see if the dishes underneath had spilled. Her brother Ts'ao Ta-nien bowed down to look, hands behind his back. Ch'i-ch'iao felt a wave of acid pain rising in her heart and could not restrain a shower of tears as she leaned against the trunks, her face pressed against their padded covers of sandy blue cloth. Her sister-in-law straightened up hastily and rushed up to hold her hand in both of hers, calling her Miss over and over again. Ts'ao Ta-nien also had to rub his eyes with a raised sleeve. Ch'i-ch'iao unbuttoned the frogs on the trunk jackets with her free hand, only to button them up again, unable to say anything all the while.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: After this, even Yanli ran out of excuses. Zhenbao didn't bring back money for the family, his daughter's tuition went unpaid, and the daily groceries were a problem too. At that point, Yanli became a brave little wife. Suddenly, at the age of nearly thirty, she had grown up. She spoke fluently and compellingly, in tearful, eloquent complaints: "How ever can we go on like this? It's enough to kill me—the whole family depends on him! At this rate he'll lose his job at the factory... It's as if he's gone mad, he doesn't come home, and when he does he hits people and smashes things up. He wasn't like this before! Oh, Mr. Liu, can you imagine? Can you tell me what I should do? How am I supposed to cope with this?"
  All at once Yanli gained self-confidence. She had social status. She had sympathy. She had friends. One night Zhenbao came back home to find her sitting in the living room talking with Dubao. Of course they were discussing him, and when he appeared, she fell silent. She was dressed all in black, and though the wrinkles on her worried face were visible in the lamplight, she still had an aura of hidden beauty. Zhenbao didn't rush around smashing tables and lamps. He walked in, nodded to Dubao, and said a few words about the weather. He lit a cigarette and sat down casually to discuss current events and the stock market. Finally he said he was tired and would go to bed early. He took his leave of them and headed up the stairs. Yanli simply couldn't understand what was happening—it looked as if she'd been lying. It was all very hard to explain.
  After Dubao left, Zhenbao heard Yanli entering the bedroom. Right when she came in the door, he swept the lamp and the hot-water thermos off the little cabinet; they fell to the floor and cracked wide open, smashed to bits. He bent down and picked up the metal base of the lamp, hurling it at her, electrical cord and all. Turning, she fled from the room. Zhenbao felt that she had been completely defeated. He was extremely pleased with himself. He stood there laughing silently, the quiet laughter flowing out of his eyes and spilling over his face like tears.
  The old maidservant stood in the doorway gaping, broom and dustpan in hand. Zhenbao turned the light off. She didn't dare enter the room. Zhenbao fell asleep on the bed, slept through to the middle of the night, when mosquito bites woke him. He rose and turned on the light. A pair of Yanli's embroidered slippers were lying in the middle of the floor at cross angles, one a bit ahead, the other a bit behind, like a ghost that was afraid to materialize, walking fearfully, pleadingly toward him. Zhenbao sat on the edge of the bed and stared for a long time. When he lay down again, he sighed. He could feel his old benevolent mood stealing over him bit by bit, wrapping itself around him. Countless worries and duties and mosquitoes buzzed around him, stinging him and sucking at him.
  The next day Zhenbao rose and reformed his ways. He made a fresh start and went back to being a good man.
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conversations.value: He made a fresh start and went back to being a good man..
  The next day Zhenbao rose and reformed his ways. Countless worries and duties and mosquitoes buzzed around him, stinging him and sucking at him. He could feel his old benevolent mood stealing over him bit by bit, wrapping itself around him. When he lay down again, he sighed. Zhenbao sat on the edge of the bed and stared for a long time. A pair of Yanli's embroidered slippers were lying in the middle of the floor at cross angles, one a bit ahead, the other a bit behind, like a ghost that was afraid to materialize, walking fearfully, pleadingly toward him. He rose and turned on the light. Zhenbao fell asleep on the bed, slept through to the middle of the night, when mosquito bites woke him. She didn't dare enter the room. Zhenbao turned the light off.
  The old maidservant stood in the doorway gaping, broom and dustpan in hand. He stood there laughing silently, the quiet laughter flowing out of his eyes and spilling over his face like tears. He was extremely pleased with himself. Zhenbao felt that she had been completely defeated. Turning, she fled from the room. He bent down and picked up the metal base of the lamp, hurling it at her, electrical cord and all. Right when she came in the door, he swept the lamp and the hot-water thermos off the little cabinet; they fell to the floor and cracked wide open, smashed to bits.
  After Dubao left, Zhenbao heard Yanli entering the bedroom. It was all very hard to explain. Yanli simply couldn't understand what was happening—it looked as if she'd been lying. He took his leave of them and headed up the stairs. Finally he said he was tired and would go to bed early. He lit a cigarette and sat down casually to discuss current events and the stock market. He walked in, nodded to Dubao, and said a few words about the weather. Zhenbao didn't rush around smashing tables and lamps. She was dressed all in black, and though the wrinkles on her worried face were visible in the lamplight, she still had an aura of hidden beauty. Of course they were discussing him, and when he appeared, she fell silent. One night Zhenbao came back home to find her sitting in the living room talking with Dubao. She had friends. She had sympathy. She had social status. Liu, can you imagine? Can you tell me what I should do? How am I supposed to cope with this?"
  All at once Yanli gained self-confidence. He wasn't like this before! Oh, Mr. It's as if he's gone mad, he doesn't come home, and when he does he hits people and smashes things up... She spoke fluently and compellingly, in tearful, eloquent complaints: "How ever can we go on like this? It's enough to kill me—the whole family depends on him! At this rate he'll lose his job at the factory. Suddenly, at the age of nearly thirty, she had grown up. At that point, Yanli became a brave little wife. Zhenbao didn't bring back money for the family, his daughter's tuition went unpaid, and the daily groceries were a problem too.After this, even Yanli ran out of excuses