He Cheng - Blog Posts
Nah fr like u had one job
I just want an au where mo guan shan and brother qui are sibling.
he cheng: that redhead boy, his eyes are green, right?
he tian: no, they're amber, just like honey or resin glistening in the rays of sun.
he cheng: and when was the last time he smiled?
he tian: well, this morning guanshan was eating a sandwich and smiled very-very slightly, out of the corner of his lips.
he cheng: right... and when is my birthday?
he tian:
he cheng: when is my birthday, he tian? when, huh? WHEN?
he cheng: do you like my brother?
mo guan shan: no.
he cheng: his personality?
mo guan shan: i hate it.
he cheng: then why are you with him?
mo guan shan: i love him. can't do anything with that, unfortunately.
he cheng: same, bro... same...
he tian: how do i politely tell someone i want to fucking hit their face with a brick several times?
he cheng: one wishes to aquaint your facial structure with a rigidly edge object fundamentally used in the construction of walls repeatedly.
he tian: that was poetry!~
mo guan shan: that was a cry for therapy from both of you-
like father like son
sometimes guan shan wants to shove a tube of toothpaste up tian's ass. sometimes he actually tries. sometimes all of them, proponents of the «normal way of squeezing toothpaste», get together and complain about «these assholes» who «don't know how to use their hands». life is hard, he tian, jian yi and qiu ge are idiots.
and she li is... as usual, insane.
So this is pretty long but it’s my first edit XD the song is really pretty and it fit He Tians story well so tada! It’s kinda sad though.... lol you’ve been warned
Song: My Friends by Oh Wonder
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Here goes nothing
Exchange Student
As He Tian steps onto the campus he suddenly feels very, very small. It’s nothing like his high school back home, it looks more like a college.
“You could probably fit 30 of my schools in this one..” He mutters to himself as he tries to find his own class room. The paper with the map of the campus and all the classroom numbers that they had given him would probably help him a lot if he was able to speak or read any Chines other than “please and thank you”, “yes and no”, and “where’s the bathroom?” He now found himself wishing he would have taken that only line class about Chines that He Cheng had bathered him so much about.
He Tian would consider himself some type of smooth talker in Englsih, but trying it in Chines threw him completely off his game. He just hoped he didn’t meet any pretty girls here. But father wanted him to “be cultured”, and what father wants he usually gets with no questions asked. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, He Tian was happy to be away from that family. All the fight and secrecy was getting to be too much and wasn’t worth. The only one he’d really miss was his brother but he could call him whenever he wanted.
BaM! “嘿!”
He hadn’t been paying attention and had run smack into some other student. Suddenly all of He Tians papers were on the floor and so were the other kid’s. “Great He Tian. Great job.” He thought to himself.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t- I should’ve been watching-“
“什么? Oh you don’t speak Chinese do you?” The boy says in almost perfect English (which dazes He Tian for a bit).
“No..”
The blond boy laughs a little and helps him gather his disarray of papers and binders. He’s wearing the schools uniform, a blue collar shirt with khakis and some old sneakers. Apparently shoes aren’t a part of the uniform because his are in awful condition... the edges are all worn out and for a second He Tian swore he could see a pink sock poking out of the toe of the shoe. In fact, the closer He Tian looks the boy seems to get dirtier. His khakis look to have stains on them that he can only hope is ketchup and mayo, his hair is greasy and unkept, and his shirt is untucked in certain parts and crumpled into his pants in others.
“I’m Jian Yi. And you?” Jian Yi says with a smile as he now turns his attention to his own fallen papers.
“He Tian.”
“So what class are you going to?”
“Honestly? I have no idea.”
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So I did it! Probably gonna continue this. I really like it. Hopefully it’s not too bad XD I’ll get better though.
Mo Mo and He Tian
So I’ve been looking at He Tian and how he’s drawn he kind of looks more American? I love how he’s drawn it just gave me an idea. What if He Tian was an American exchange student in China and he meets Mo.
I can’t stop thinking about He Tian calling He Cheng and telling him about the cute Asian boy he met that keeps talking to him but he doesn’t understand anything. Little does he know Mo is telling him to leave him alone XD
He Tian:
He Cheng is just like:
