Like a big brother
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He Cheng (and Qiu)
By Old Xian
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This the happiest he have ever been lol, Qiu glad he passed the curse over
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this is giving divorced parents with shared custody gas station kid exchange
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He's just so done with them 😭
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i get him. i get him so much. i am the eldest kid and this is how i look like. the eyes, the bags under his eyes, the cigarette, yeah yeah that's The Long Suffering Eldest Kid Look™️
BUT WAIT. YOU KNOW WHAT GETS ME HERE?? YOU KNOW WHAT?? HE CHENG WAS GETTING A MASSAGE. HE WAS RELAXING. He probably just finished a whole day of meetings and doing mob boss things and then he gets a fucking call that he’s stupid little brother and his stupid friends have done more stupid things and he has to bail them out AGAIN because Brother Qiu would kill them himself if he doesn’t.
So now here He Cheng is. In his bathrobe. Outside. In the rain. Watching as his stupid brother and his stupid friends climb out of Qiu's carーwhich was actually He Cheng's and which he thinks Qiu probably damaged on purpose just to get back at him foisting He Tian and his friends at him. He Cheng probably didn't even get to finish his massage. He's having the universal Eldest Child experience of something going wrong the second he tries to relax all because his little brother is such a little shit. That cigarette dangling from his mouth is his last life line to sanity.
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From “can you celebrate this New Year at my place? - No, I want to spend it alone”.
Before "happy New Year, brother!".
Do you remember how He Tian ran away from home as a child and after so many years they will celebrate this family holiday together.
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He Tian : *unbuttoing shirt* God it's so hot in here.
Mo : I know that but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?
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Take you for a ride
By Old Xian
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Sometimes you must be content with ignorance.
He was another knife, I could feel it.
A dofferent sort, but a knife still.
I did not care. I thought: bring me the blade.
Some things are worth spilling blood for.
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