<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Modern on Evil Genius</title><link>https://www.evilgenius.blog/tags/modern/</link><description>Recent content in Modern on Evil Genius</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>© Evil Genius | In darkness, all things have spirit</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.evilgenius.blog/tags/modern/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Girl Under the Locust Tree | A Modern Retelling of Nie Xiaoqian</title><link>https://www.evilgenius.blog/2025/06/the-girl-under-the-locust-tree-a-modern-retelling-of-nie-xiaoqian/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.evilgenius.blog/2025/06/the-girl-under-the-locust-tree-a-modern-retelling-of-nie-xiaoqian/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The first time Lin Yifan saw her profile, he swiped right without thinking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her name was Xiaoqian. Three photos: one of her standing under a flowering tree, one of her holding a cup of tea with both hands, one of her looking away from the camera as if she hadn&amp;rsquo;t noticed someone was taking the picture. None of the photos looked staged. None of them looked like they belonged on a dating app at all. She looked like someone&amp;rsquo;s memory.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>