"What story do you want to hear?" Song Chen asked.
Lin Lu: "What can you do?"
Song Chen didn't know much about fairy tales. Most of the ones he knew were scary ghost stories, which were not very suitable for lulling people to sleep. It would be bad if he scared them so much that they couldn't sleep for a week.
Song Zidong scared him once when he was a child.
The guy cried so hard.
His mother scolded him for two days.
Song Chen picked and chose and found a story that was not scary and even had a bit of comedy.
"Want to hear stories about corrupt officials?"
"Listen." At this height, Lin Lu thought he knew some inside information, and his expression was very serious.
Song Chen heard this story from an old grandfather when he was a child.
As for why he still had such a vivid memory after all these years, Song Chen didn't know. Maybe he was just bored?
"A long, long time ago, there was a man named Niu Er. His old ox died from overwork and its body turned into a handful of beans. Niu Er was very sad and went home to eat the beans."
"Guess what happened?"
Lin Lu didn't know, "Fantasy story?"
Song Chen shook his head and continued, "Don't you fart after eating beans? Niu Er has also started farting, but his farts are surprisingly fragrant. Many people come to buy his farts."
Lin Lu: “…”
Is it really appropriate to talk about shit and fart in the middle of the night?
Song Chen: "His brother saw that Niu Er made a lot of money by selling fragrant farts, so he went to ask his brother, why his farts are fragrant? Niu Er said that he picked up a handful of beans in the field and cooked them to eat. He didn't know why his farts were fragrant.
Niu Da also wanted to make money, so he went to the same place where Niu Er had picked up beans, and he actually picked up a handful of beans. He was very happy and took them home to eat, but the farts he let out were smelly. He thought people liked the taste, so he followed Niu Er's example and went to the street to sell his farts. Who knew that because his farts were too smelly, someone had his butt sewn up. He covered his buttocks and shouted, "Brother, bring me the scissors."
Niu Er thought his brother had also made a lot of money, and he misheard the word "scissors" as "bian tiao" (a carrying pole), so he took the pole and went, which made his brother very angry.
Lin Lu was still waiting for him to continue.
Song Chen: "That's it, isn't it funny?"
Lin Lu looked at him calmly: "?"
This is the story about the corrupt official she had been waiting for for so long.
"Haha, that's really funny."
We just say that if you can't help laughing, you don't have to laugh.
Song Chen: "Do you think I'm going to elevate you and draw out some profound truths?"
Lin Lu: "This story is so boring."
And a little disgusting.
Song Chen was dissatisfied: "Then tell me one."
Lin Lu could only think of one person who could rival him, "Once upon a time there was a eunuch."
Then she ended it too.
Song Chen pouted, "Down there."
Lin Lu: "There's nothing more below."
Isn't it funnier than his?
Song Chen hadn't reacted yet. "What a rubbish story."
Lin Lu: "Please read it together again."
Song Chen: "Once upon a time there was a eunuch, but he had no lower body."
"Puff."
"You can."
Song Chen pinched her maliciously.
Lin Lu: "Isn't it funnier than yours?"
This story about corrupt officials might as well be called "selling farts".
Song Chen: "It sounded funny when I was a kid, but it might not be funny now."
When the old man was talking, the children all laughed. Song Chen also found it funny at the time. As for why it was funny, he seemed to no longer have the same feeling.
It turns out that even a small joke has the limitations of the times.
Song Chen: “Not everything has meaning, but not all stories have truth. Enjoy the present moment.”
Didn’t I say it? Don’t look at what he said, look at who said it.
Lin Lu: "What you said is much more philosophical than your story."
"Thank you for the compliment. What song would you like to hear?"
Lin Lu: "What song can you sing?"
"The Battle Song of a Strong Army"
Lin Lu pinched him: "Do you think it's appropriate to sing that song now? Change it."
Song Chen: "I actually learned a song for you."
Song Chen was curious: "What?"
She has been in a coma for the past few years and hasn't listened to much music in the past few months. I wonder what songs are out now.
Song Chen: "I think 'Xiao Fang' is particularly suitable for you."
What Xiaofang?
Lin Lu: "You sing."
Song Chen sang as he rapped, lowering his voice: "There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang. She is very pretty, with a pair of beautiful big eyes and thick and long braids."
This person's singing is not bad and his voice is not bad, but Lin Lu always feels that it sounds weird.
"How is it? Does it sound good? I learned it especially for you. It suits you perfectly."
He also wanted to change Xiaofang into a little deer, but he was worried that this would not be a good idea.
Lin Lu rolled her eyes: "I'm not good-looking, nor am I kind. I'm an ungrateful person."
Song Chen often said that she had no conscience.
Now I can’t sleep even more.
Song Chen: "Let me change the song. Do you want to listen to it?"
Lin Lu decided to give up, as their levels of appreciation seemed to be on different lines.
"No, don't talk. I'll fall asleep in a moment if I close my eyes. Talking will only make me sleepier."
Song Chen: "I sang a song, can you sing one for me too?"
Lin Lu pinched his face twice fiercely: "Are you laughing at me?"
Lin Lu is good in every way except that he sings out of tune.
When she was a child, her teacher asked her to perform on stage. As soon as she opened her mouth, the boys including Song Chen fell down laughing.
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