Introduction:
His upper body was pure, shy, timid, and weak;
His lower body was lewd, shameless, domineering, and arrogant;
His father was the greatest male supporting leg in history—the Internet Tsar, Chekhov;
His mother was an anonymous young lady—unknown people were terrifying;
His upper body's goal was modest: equality for all living beings and universal harmony. In short, the goals of Confucius, Laozi, and Buddha were merely his small goals;
His lower body's goal was great: to form a pure physical relationship that transcended friendship, but was absolutely not love, with every beautiful woman across all planes;
His profession was loving and self-sacrificing: a gold-collar escort gigolo—watch how Chekhov's son stirred up the clouds and rain.
What allowed such extreme contradictions to exist within one person? Read on, and you would find out.
Novel keywords: Sheng Nixie, Victory Shoes, Chekhov Kochagin Otovsky.
Shot One
Shot One: The camera slowly panned, panning and panning—though of course it would not pan to Grandma's Bridge—and revealed a dim little room. The furnishings were simple. Well, actually, they were shabby. Other than a bed and a stool, there was nothing else.
By moonlight, a picture frame appeared in the shot. The camera slowly zoomed in, and a yellowed photograph lay peacefully within it—its emotions were stable, and it was not playing hide-and-seek.
Because the lighting was rather dim, and because the director—that was, the author himself, me—wanted to convey his mind-blown worship of the person in the photograph, the camera should suddenly zoom in wildly at this moment. Uh, to put it simply: a close-up!
Suddenly, on this starless night, the sky filled with starlight that drifted down gracefully, its brightness rivaling a certain person's alt-account ID—Tian Yan. It was practically blinding.
(Hotline:
Enthusiastic Viewer A, Ant: "What the hell, where's the moon? Where did the moon go? I want to see Sister Chang'e!"
Enthusiastic Viewer B, Cloud X: "Director, we're all decent people here. You can't do something so selfish and harmful!"
Director: "My set, my rules!"
Dragon☆Azure Sky Ice: "Hm?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
The director panicked: "Actually, what I meant was, cough cough, you know, how could a person like me possibly allow my own wife to look at such a distinctive photograph?"
At that moment, a shy voice faintly drifted over from the endless horizon: "Who says I'm your wife? At most... at most... at most, I'm your lover!"
At the same time, a lion's roar shot over from a place called Gaolao Village: "Bajie, come back and eat!")
By the starlight and the close-up, the following image appeared in the shot:
The image seemed to have undergone special processing, making it impossible to see what his face looked like. However, the rest of his physical features were clearly visible: a messy head of yellowish-brown hair, as though it had not been washed for half a year; a shriveled, skinny body, with an extremely ancient, gaudily colored oversized shirt on his upper body and loose shorts below—his fly was unzipped, exposing several yellow hairs down there; a long, thin cigarette hung from his mouth, while smoke continuously puffed from his nostrils.
(The director's authoritative, magnetic voice came through: "Slowly move the camera toward the lower right corner and give it the biggest close-up. The good stuff has to end at the climax, hehe!")
While countless pure and impure viewers were still savoring the sight in shock, the image froze on a line of crooked Russian text.
Translated into Chinese, it read: Chekhov Kochagin Otovsky
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