Synopsis:
His upper body is pure, shy, timid, and cowardly;
His lower body is lewd, shameless, domineering, and arrogant;
His father is the greatest supporting actor in history—the Network Tsar Chekhov;
His mother is an unknown young lady—the unknown is terrifying;
His upper body's goal is humble: equality for all, a harmonious world. In short: Confucius, Laozi, and Buddha's goals are his humble goals;
His lower body's goal is grand: to have a pure physical relationship, beyond friendship but definitely not love, with all the beautiful women in every realm;
His profession is philanthropic and dedicated: a high-class escort—watch how Chekhov's son turns the world upside down.
What causes such extreme contradictions to exist in one person? You'll know when you read it.
Novel Keywords: Sheng Ni Xie, Victory Shoes, Chekhov Kochagin Otovsky.
Chapter Zero: Scene One
Scene One: The camera slowly pans, pans, pans—not to Grandma's bridge, of course—revealing a dim little room. The furnishings are simple, no, actually rudimentary. Besides a bed and a stool, there's nothing else.
By the moonlight, a photo frame appears in the shot. The camera slowly zooms in. A yellowed photograph lies peacefully inside—its emotions are very stable, it's not playing hide-and-seek.
Due to the dim light, and because the director—that's me, the author—wants to express his worshipful, anal-retentive feelings for the person in the photo, the camera should now suddenly zoom in wildly. Uh, to put it simply and clearly: a close-up!
Suddenly, on this starless night, the sky is instantly filled with starlight, scattering down elegantly, its brightness rivaling someone's alias—Tian Yan, almost blinding everyone's eyes.
(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 [Yun X]: "Director, we're all decent people. You can't do something so self-serving!"
Director: "My set, my rules!"
Dragon☆Cangtianbing: "Hmm? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Director trembles: "Actually, what I meant was, cough cough, you know, how could I allow my own wife to see such a 'special' photo?"
At this moment, a faint, shy voice drifts from the infinite horizon: "Who's your wife? At most... at most... at most, I'm your lover!"
Simultaneously, a lion's roar comes from a place called Gaolao Village: "Bajie, come back for dinner!")
Basking in the starlight and the close-up, the following scene appears:
The image seems to have undergone special processing, making it impossible to discern the person's facial features. However, other physical characteristics are clearly visible: a messy head of brownish-yellow hair, as if it hadn't been washed in at least half a year; a shriveled, emaciated body, with the upper half wearing an extremely old-fashioned, garishly patterned shirt, and the lower half wearing a pair of baggy shorts—the zipper is undone, revealing a few yellow hairs below; a thin cigarette dangles from his mouth, and smoke continuously billows from his nostrils.
(The director's majestic and magnetic voice cuts in: "Slowly pan to the bottom right corner, give it the biggest close-up. Good stuff should end at the climax, hehe!")
As countless pure and impure viewers were still savoring the moment and reeling in shock, the scene froze above a line of crooked Russian text.
Translated into Chinese, it reads: Chekhov Kochagin Otovsky
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