654 Nothing but Faithful Hands (1/2)
Chapter 654: Nothing but Faithful Hands
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After the poem was read, the entire room was quiet.
Zhang Zian sincerely hoped that he was the only one who understood the dirty poem, otherwise it'd so embarrassing.
Fina and the others didn't understand it, but judging from Richard's smirk and Zhang Zian's embarrassed face, they could guess that it wasn't a decent poem.
”Meow! What does the poem mean?” Snowy Lionet asked.
”Quack! It's fine if you don't understand it. The poem is from A Collection of Classic Chinese Jokes, so it's out of date. To make it modern, I made some revisions. Please, listen,” Richard shrank its neck and cleverly dodged a slipper that Zhang Zian threw, then it continued:
”Sitting alone at the desk, my hands are my wives. I'll never mention this to anybody;
A Japanese girl on the screen, tissues lined up on the desk.
Up and down, the story gets better. Fast and quick, my eyes are misty;
As drops fall on the floor, millions of offspring turn into mud!”
Richard dodged slippers, socks, gloves, brooms and charging cables. It finally finished reading the poem.”
”Quack! The poem doesn't have a title, but I'd like to call it Nothing but Faithful Hands. What do you think?” It hid behind a shelf mischievously, winking at Zhang Zian.
Zhang Zian had thrown everything he could find, but still couldn't shut the parrot up. He held his phone in his hands, but decided not to throw it after all.
Snowy Lionet frowned, as if it understood. It spat on the ground in disgust. ”You guys are disgusting.”
Zhang Zian wanted to clarify that he preferred western videos, but he couldn't explain it explicitly, otherwise he'd fall right into Richard's trap. The more he tried to clarify, the worse he'd make himself look.
This made him even more angry, so he pointed at Richard and said, ”You've always been dirty. Today, you're dirtier than the gutters. Tonight, I'll spank you and make your bottom red!”
Richard had been suppressing itself for a long time, and today, it finally got a chance to let loose. It screamed, ”Quack! My past dirtiness isn't worth bragging about. Today, I'm wild and free, my dirtiness is without borders!”
Old Time Tea took a deep breath. It patted its chest and said, ”At least it didn't claim to be innocent.”
Zhang Zian glared at Richard. It couldn't hide behind the shelf forever, it'd have to come out to sleep sooner or later.
Famous woke up because of Richard's loudness. It shook its fur coat and stood up. ”I fully support Pi's novel. It's the only who uses my real name, after all.”
”What's so hard about writing a novel? I could write one if I wanted.” Richard said with pride.
”You? Give me a break. Your novel would be censored.” Zhang Zian would never take on such responsibility, letting Richard write a novel wasn't an option.
He heard that people had been sentenced for publishing dirty articles online. It'd be horrific if Richard's filthy novels caught the Internet Police's attention. The Internet Police would never believe that the novel was written by a parrot, so they'd throw Zhang Zian in prison. He'd be molested in the prison, his butt would turn into a sunflower by the time he came out.
”Writing a novel isn't easy,” Old Time Tea said, turning off the TV and taking a sip of tea. ”A novel can be written to secure a stable life and fortune, to pass on lost teachings, or to establish peace for future generations. Various people can write the same story and the story will be different every time.”
Its thoughts wandered, as if it travelled back into the desolate valley and listened to the young lady reading Kong Yiji. In that world, there was no Famous or Galaxy. In that time, it learned that some stories weren't written to make people laugh, some stories were written to expose the darkness and unfairness of society.
Zhang Zian listened carefully, but that type of story was clearly not suitable for online literature.
”Meow! Galaxy wants to hear Pi's story!” Galaxy's eyes were glistening. ”Galaxy wants to hear Pi's story, too!”
Zhang Zian hesistated. ”Pi's story?”