Chapter 217 Chapter 217
Just when the fierceness within the Siren was about to erupt...
Sang Luo felt lonely, so he stuffed a handful of oatmeal into his mouth in a particularly generous manner, as if he was watching TV at home. He crossed his legs, ate and talked, and when he talked about some parts, he gestured excitedly with his hands.
He ate cereal like it was potato chips.
This action unexpectedly calmed the Siren, who had been a little crazy because of his action of scattering bird food.
Sang Luo never thought that she would meet like-minded guests in the dating variety show. There was no end to the stories she had to say.
Of course, he did not forget to feed the birds nearby, and he subconsciously made a few "sucking" sounds.
The little bird was probably a little shy, and it just sat there motionless, so Sang Luo didn't pay much attention to it.
He was concentrating on talking to Mr. Hart!
The two even had a serious discussion about the classification of works and whether adolescents should be exposed to such works.
On this point, Hart was even more serious than Sang Luo had imagined. As expected of a writer with a background in children's literature, he was very rigorous in education.
"What made you choose to write children's literature?" Sang Luo asked curiously.
This is Hart's duty. The Sandman is the patron saint of children and the dreamer of the night. Hart has taken special care of the cubs since he was born.
Especially some elf cubs, they are active and sensitive and can be easily awakened. Compared with the tough orc cubs, they are what Hart is most concerned about.
He thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "Maybe it's because children also need some stories that can relax them."
This is the meaning of fairy tales. Sang Luo nodded in understanding.
He did not reveal his pseudonym, and to be fair, he did not ask too many questions about Mr. Hart's work. Everyone has secrets, and they have to be more cautious in front of the camera - Sang Luo didn't know that his pseudonym was almost transparent.
Even Siren could tell it, so of course those resourceful netizens must have read his books.
At this point, this frequency division, the traffic is even higher than that of the Elf King and Mei Yang in "I Have a Secret"——
[Help! Help! The wife I like is a male wife, and a midnight male anchor...]
[I'm going to pinch my philtrum... What's wrong with the photographer?! Quick! Let me see my exposed wife.]
[Are there really amateurs in this dating show? My wife is no small-time cummer in our gay porn world; she's the ultimate cummer.]
[Indeed, I have the unabridged version in Traditional Chinese. Just thinking about it makes my face turn pale.]
How could Hart, a writer of children's literature... No, he's not even human. I haven't heard of any fairy tale writers among the fantasy species. Is he lying? This is wrong! This is wrong!
In the thick fog that drones couldn't capture, the two of them had already discussed the issue of creative materials.
Hart asked him, "Why do you write about this? Is it because you are that?"
"Yes." Sang Luo answered openly, "I like people of the same sex. In reality, many people have messy private lives, and my fantasy can't be realized. So I just write some paper dolls to make myself happy."
"How do you create if you don't even practice?" This is what puzzled Hart the most.
The beautiful dreams he often created for children all came from what he had seen with his own eyes.
Over the long years, he witnessed many wonderful and romantic stories of different races. He edited them into content suitable for children, allowing children to have adventures in their dreams.
Sang Luo had no experience at all, so how did he write gay pornographic literature?
Thinking of this, Hart actually already had the answer. He reacted in a second and was about to tell Sang Luo not to say anything.
But Sang Luo was honest, thinking that the production team would definitely edit out all of his conversations of this nature later on, so he said very honestly: "It's just a dream. You know, people have very rich imaginations. I can assemble the elements I like into perfect paper figures in my mind and use them to soothe myself to sleep."
Hart: “…”
So Sang Luo was really greedy for himself and had subconsciously fantasized about him many times, which was why he thought about it during the day and dreamed about it at night.
An answer that would make the Sleep Demon... no, most likely already half a Succubus - an answer that would make the Succubus embarrassed.
Hart couldn't help but neigh twice.
His true form is an indescribable giant arthropod in the invisible fog. Most of the time, it only exists in the form of thick fog, and its insect-like body exists in the inner world - this is also the reason why he and Jophiel are familiar with each other. After all, the true form of the Angel of K is also in the inner world.
Both of them are weird and have bad luck with each other, but they don't dislike each other and are a pair of mute friends.
At this moment, Hart's emotions were fluctuating violently and he couldn't help chirping. Sang Luo didn't know where the sound came from, so he thought of the bird he had just fed.
This little bird is probably a parrot, right? Its call is so hard... so unique.
Sang Luo subconsciously reached into the bag and found that he had finished all the cereal and had no bird food to feed, so he had to give up the idea of trying to coax the bird out.
"What a strange sound."
But who would have thought that just by saying that the sound was not nice, the bird actually started singing!
Sang Luo was shocked!
Before Hart became sensitive to Sang Luo's complaints about his strange neighing, he was startled by the singing.
If he still couldn't recognize that this was the song of the sirens, he would be a fool - when the two siren brothers were still cubs, Hart had also created beautiful dreams for them.
Siren has a voice that is better than Naga's.
His voice was soft and his range was extremely wide. In addition, the siren's language contained many graceful syllables, as if a girl was reciting a love poem she had written herself.
The voice of the Siren is magical and has the ability to seduce people.
But at this moment, he did not do anything bad on purpose, he just sang with such passion that it was so infectious that it made Sang Luo's heart flutter.
Seeing Sang Luo covering his heart, Hart wanted to get up and catch the bad bird - compared to the brainless Naga, Siren was a higher-level problem teenager, and the most troublesome cub Hart had ever taken care of.
He was about to stand up when Sang Luo grabbed him.
"Wait!" Sang Luo sobbed, "I...you don't understand, the owner of this mynah bird might be my die-hard fan. He sang the OST of my radio drama. I can't hold it in anymore, I want to cry..."
Hart: “…”
He sat back in his seat silently, searched his pockets, and didn't find any tissues, so he handed the napkin that came with the sandwich to Sang Luo.
Under the magical singing of the Siren, Sang Luo couldn't control his emotions at all.
He has forgotten that he is a writer of pornographic gay novels. He writes pornographic stories, not great love stories that move heaven and earth.
Sang Luo was moved to tears by the OST and thought, this love is so damn touching!
The audience in the live broadcast room also responded in the same way as him.
However, through the electronic signal, there are still some viewers who are not so deeply affected, and asked in confusion, the reason why the wife's radio drama made the OST sentimental is to control the scale, the content is actually not sad at all, it is sweet with yellow, why are you crying?
Because Sang Luo was exposed, the scholars who arrived a little later retorted, "Why can't we cry? Our wives are crying!"
Sang Luo really cried for a long time. While crying, he was thinking, I really need to find an old man in the park to ask where he bought this mynah bird. How can it be so human-like? The OST is almost better than the CV. He also wants to buy one and raise one at home so that it can listen to its little songs every day.
Sang Luo just regretted that the cereal was all eaten and he couldn't reward them.
He really wanted to give the birds a big treat! Scatter bird seed on the ground! Lots and lots of bird seed! Let the birds eat their fill!
After the Siren finished singing a song, she stood there with dignity, waiting for praise.
Sure enough, Mrs. Athletics Student (Sang Luo’s pen name) did not disappoint him and responded with a thin but huge applause.
Siren felt that at this moment, both of his hearts resonated with his wife.
At this time, Hart also gathered the thick fog around him, and the sunlight came in. The countless beams of light caused by the Tyndall effect made Sang Luo, who had just cried and still had tears in her eyes that affected her vision, close her eyes uncomfortably.
When he opened his eyes again, Siren had already walked forward with Hart's tacit consent. He raised one of his front paws modestly, wanting to shake hands with his wife.
In Sang Luo's eyes——
A huge bird with a human head, a circle larger than himself and as tall as Mr. Hart. Its claws flashed with cold light, and its feathers were covered with eye sockets to tell other predators that it was dangerous. As if locking onto prey, its human face stared at him intently.
It raised its claws and stretched them in front of him. The claws were sharp and shaped like iron hooks. Sang Luo had no doubt that it could tear half of his head apart with one claw.
This is so exciting! Is this the singing bird? It's not small at all, hahahaha...
Sang Luo placed his hands on his chest, rolled his eyes, and passed out peacefully.
In fact, the two fantasy species on the side did not realize at first that Sang Luo was fainted. They thought he was doing some special handshake ceremony and putting his hands together.
Sang Luo's body had become as soft as noodles and was sliding down little by little, with his buttocks almost leaving the chair. Only then did the two realize that he was doomed.
Siren didn't know that his beloved wife was scared to death by him, just like in the past years, Siren still couldn't understand why he couldn't be a little mermaid with such a beautiful face, more gentle than Naga's - the part below his neck was really challenging for people to bear.
Siren thought Sang Luo had some physical illness.
He asked Hart, "Are you the wife's husband? What happened to him? Should he be taken to the hospital?"
Hart thought for a moment and replied, "Probably not. Let him get some sleep. He should be able to soothe himself in his dreams."
After a pause, he added, "Naga is in the children's playground."
He was so focused on listening to Sang Luo's speech that he didn't notice the Siren. However, as an invisible mist, as long as Hart wanted, he could quickly sense the movements around him.
Siren nodded. The little bird's head couldn't hold much useful information except bad ideas. He didn't ask Hart how he knew him and how he knew he was looking for Naga.
"Thanks."
After thanking the husband of the woman she thought she was, the Siren flapped her wings and flew away.
At noon, more and more people started to gather. Hart thought about it and decided to go back to the farm first.
He picked up Sang Luo like a child, hid Sang Luo's face in the collar of his windbreaker, and walked out with her in his arms.
He paused as he passed a certain place.
The bird food that Sang Luo scattered included not only cereal but also chocolate balls.
But now, there were only cereals on the ground, no chocolate balls.
There is no need to clean up, because after a while, the remaining cereal crumbs will be eaten by real birds.
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I'm sorry that the update is a bit late, because I was saving the manuscript for the pre-collected foreign language last night and fell asleep during the day.
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