parenting, but make it a disaster // shuangshui

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qi rong generally didn't think.

because all his life he watched those big ass people thinking big ass ambitions, ascending, descending, reading books, and all that qi rong wanted to do was to be.

may sound philosophical and very deep, but qi ring was just pretty lazy.

so with the two combined, lack of thought and lack of actual work, for qi rong to suddenly stand face to face with this new challenge was unfathomably hard.

"dad?" guzi asked out loud again with his mouth filled with dumplings. qi rong sent him a rotten gaze.

"what again? can you not eat in silence for a minute?"

"dad, how do kids are make?"

qi rong wasn't a brain, but this awful choice of grammar really made him shiver even before the sense of his son's question rested in his brain folds.

and once it did, qi rong gulped down.

guzi looked at him with those big innocent eyes, patiently waiting for the answer. and here qi rong thought that explaining to this kid why his father no longer looked like his father but like a weed ghost of zero fashion style was a mission impossible already.

no, qi rong didn't know how to deal with this sort of thing.

"dad?"

maybe he could pretend he didn't speak his language anymore...

"dad?"

perhaps running away would be fit... no crap, he couldn't... or could he?

"dad???"

"AH FINE!" qi rong cried out, picking guzi up in one swift motion.

"dad?" guzi repeated. "where are we going?"

qi rong pushed down a roar of anger that was climbing up his throat and coughed before speaking, "we're going to visit a clever man who will tell you everything about it."

"about what?"

"the kid's making."

guzi's mouth fell open, "really?"

that was no longer qi rong's problem.

he landed almost swiftly in black water's domain and the first thing he did upon cleaning his robes from the leaves and branches, was screaming the hell out loud.

the two people turned to him and gave him an almost identical look of disdain. one, dressed in coal black robes with silver wave pattern coiling up. the other, dressed in pristine white and sky-blue. both about to splash a bucket of water on him.

shi wudu narrowed his eyes and spoke first, "you seem to have your terrain infested again."

he xuan's face didn't change. he was already going to wrench qi rong out of his place in one piece or more, when a kid's head suddenly popped from behind the green thing and flashed them both a toothy smile.