qing kuang / reckless / 轻狂

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"Hey," Huo Ran laughed for a long time, feeling a little tired from laughing. He lay back on his sleeping bag and sighed, "You are really an idiot."

"To be honest," Kou Chen closed the zipper, found a jacket and put it on, "Did you just think I was going to jerk off to you?"

"No!" Huo Ran glared at him, "I'm a fucking normal person, I wouldn't think so outrageous!"

"Oh," Kou Chen sat next to him, "then what do you normal people think?"

"I don't have enough time to think it's alright, I just had one sentence in my head the whole time," Huo Ran said, "What is this idiot going to do? But I guessed at the last second, I think you're wearing some kind of death panties. chinchilla panties or something..."

"Fuck," Kou Chen laughed, "I'm so stupid."

"You're even more foolish when you act like a chick! Such a wonderful brain circuit!" Huo Ran sighed, thinking about it and asked again, "How old were you when you performed this unique trick for your dad?"

"Four years? Or five years old?" Kou Chen thought for a while, "It was before elementary school anyway."

"Why did your dad beat you? It's normal for such a small child to be skinned." Huo Ran turned to look at him, "It's normal for him to beat you when he sees you playing this now."

Kou Chen laughed for a long time, took the chick keychain, and stretched it out in front of him: "Cute?"

"Go away!" Huo Ran glared at him.

"Oh, but brother dislikes us." Kou Chen squeezed the chick and hung the keychain on his backpack.

Huo Ran didn't speak, there was nothing to say at all.

"My dad is a very literary person. He had a piano dream since he was a child. When all kinds of unlucky people failed to study it, he hoped that I could make his dream come true," Kou Chen said, "so I started from the age of three. Just sitting in front of the piano every day..."

"You can still play the piano?" Huo Ran sat up again in shock.

Kou Chen glanced at him and waved his hand: "Why would I know that, I don't."

"You started learning at the age of three, didn't you?" Huo Ran was a little confused.

"I have to be willing to learn since I was one year old," Kou Chen raised his eyebrows proudly, "Don't try to force me to learn things I don't want to learn, since I was three years old, I have been so tough!"

"Then what? What does it have to do with that chick?" Huo Ran asked.

"Who said it has something to do with that chick, I just bought the chick last year," Kou Chen squinted at him, "It's IQ."

"Not as tall as you." Huo Ran nodded.

"I just didn't want to play the piano that day, I didn't want to play it with my fingers, and then I put a chick raised by my sister in my panties," Kou Chen rubbed his nose, "I told my dad that the chick bit my chick. I can't play the piano anymore."

"...It won't kill you." Huo Ran wanted to laugh very much, but felt that he shouldn't.

This can be regarded as a tragic story of Xiao Kouchen. A four or five-year-old child, who was forced to do nothing, came up with a method that he thought was awesome and reasonable.

But still want to laugh.

Kou Chen sighed: "I was almost beaten to death. I chased him from the house to the yard. When I was climbing the railing, I was stabbed in the buttocks by the iron nail. I was nailed to the railing and didn't go down. My dad pulled me back. ..."