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Chapter 8 Guzheng Boy

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    The uncle walked into Lang's room with the fried chicken in his hands, and immediately the room was filled with the smell of fried chicken.

    When Lang saw the fried chicken, his eyes were only excited, but he kept playing the piano.

    Uncle was just wondering, why didn't Lang play the zither without making disturbing noises?  It turns out that the string on the left side of the guzheng yard is covered with a bath towel.

    My uncle was amused, and while holding the fried chicken in front of Lang's nose to tempt him, he twisted his body following the low and dull Zheng Le covered by the bath towel, and said, "Lang, your brain is so easy to use.  Follow my uncle and my ingenuity! My uncle specially bought fried chicken to reward you."

    The fried chicken smells so good, and Lang's playing became lively and intense. He played faster and faster, and my uncle also twisted faster and faster. My uncle panted heavily, and said, "O Lang,  If you don¡¯t eat it, the fried chicken will be cold.¡±

    However, the waves still haven't stopped.

    The uncle had no choice but to say: "Wave, if you play it any longer, my uncle's waist will be broken."

    After the words fell, Lang made a handsome finishing move, and my uncle's dancing posture also stopped at the same time.

    After the two settled for five seconds, they laughed.

    Uncle took a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into Lang's mouth, Lang muttered while chewing, "Thank you, Uncle."

    The uncle nodded in satisfaction, "Hey, Lang, don't play the piano so late in the future, you are still a child, don't work so hard, you are so hard, my uncle is under a lot of pressure."

    Lang also took a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his uncle's mouth, and said, "I usually have too much homework, and after finishing my homework, I have to practice the piano until so late. Don't you work so late, too?"

    "We are different. You are so late because of your dream, and I am so late because of life." There is a bright smile on the uncle's face, and there is no look of being forced by life at all.

    While eating fried chicken, Lang looked at his uncle distressedly: "Is my uncle working so hard to deliver food to save money for me to marry my aunt?"

    Uncle quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I marry myself, not you."

    The two reached for the fried chicken at the same time, only to find that there was only one piece of fried chicken left in the box.

    "Has Xiaoqi ever eaten fried chicken?" Lang asked.

    The uncle said: "Xiao Qi has already slept like a pig."

    "Leave this piece of fried chicken to Xiaoqi." Lang suggested.

    Uncle shook his head: "The fried chicken won't taste good until tomorrow when it's cold."

    "Then let's wake up Xiaoqi now."

    The uncle agreed, but lowered his voice and said to Lang: "Be gentle, don't wake up grandma, or I will be scolded again."

    Lang patted his uncle on the shoulder understandingly, and the two tiptoed to Xiaoqi's room with the last piece of fried chicken.

    Xiaoqi didn't sleep, but wept silently on the bed.

    Lang and his uncle were stunned when they discovered the truth.

    The lights in the room had been turned on, Xiao Qi got up from the bed, with tears on his face, staring blankly at the cousin and uncle who walked in.

    Lang and his uncle sat by the bed, and the uncle handed the fried chicken to Xiaoqi, and said, "Eat the fried chicken first, and after eating the fried chicken, tell my uncle who bullied you."

    Xiaoqi sobbed, embarrassed to reach out, let alone open his mouth to eat, in the end Lang successfully fed the fried chicken into his mouth.

    "Look, how kind my cousin is to you, what's the sad thing to say, what's the point of crying alone under the covers?" Uncle patted Xiaoqi on the head.

    Lang sang in front of Xiaoqi: "Men cry, cry, it's not a crime"

    Xiaoqi laughed through tears.

    "Did you miss your parents?" asked the uncle.

    Xiaoqi shook his head.

    "Then why are you crying?" the uncle asked again.

    Xiaoqi hesitated for a long while before saying, "I'm at the same table, bully me." (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com
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