"I'll tell you a story about The Gray Prince."

"What?"

"You heard it right, it's not 'Cinderella.'"

"What?" Yang Chenggong fainted. What is the Gray Prince, what is Cinderella. When Ah Qiao said that he was going to tell him a story, he took it for granted that Ah Qiao was telling the same ghost story, wolf story, and thunder smashing story as his grandmother.

"Listen well, don't interrupt."

Once upon a time there was a gray prince who had three strong, thick-haired older brothers. The brothers always made fun of the gray prince for being skinny, short, and with unkempt hair.

The three older brothers often brought their princess girlfriends to dance together at the Royal Disco Ball.

"What is a prince? What is Princess? What is Royal? What's that 'Cisco Nothing'? Yang Chenggong couldn't hold back his question. The story told by Ah Qiao is very novel, he is very sincere, and he is worried that if he doesn't ask, he will not understand what is behind.

Ah Qiao looked sideways at Yang Chenggong, pondered it carefully, and replied to Yang Chenggong: "The question you asked is very philosophical. ”

"What is philosophy?"

"Hmmm! That's how it feels! Ah Qiao clapped his hands and smiled happily.

"As for the answer to the question, leave it alone, to hell with them. Listen carefully to the story below. ”

The brothers went outside to spend all day drinking, and poor ash balls could only stay at home to wash and scrub. There is no doubt that one day, the gray prince was doing household chores when a fairy suddenly fell from the sky.

"Fairy? Oh! I know this! It's the goddess! Yang Chenggong laughed happily. He relaxed because he understood.

The fairy waved her magic wand and chanted a spell to give the gray prince a gorgeous costume and a luxurious car, but in the end, she failed.

"How do you pronounce the incantation?" Yang Chenggong is not interested.

"Well, it's like ', kick, tap, puff, pop pop' or something." Ah Qiao imagined.

Yang Chenggong staggered with laughter. There's no way, at the age of 11, I'm afraid that in some aspects his mind is only a few years old.

"Wait, no, there's a better spell. I remembered that the book said that 'rat toes, salamander eyes, rotten aprons become handsome clothes', but in fact rotten aprons did not turn into handsome clothes, but became swimsuits that could not be worn to the ball. Hahaha, you know what? This fairy is probably an intern, not spiritual. ”

Yang Chenggong laughed with Ah Qiao. Although he didn't know what an "intern" was.

In the end, the fairy, despite all her efforts, did not turn him into a handsome prince, but unfortunately, turned him into an ugly, huge, and terrifying monster. But the gray prince himself did not know, and he happily went to the ball.

"Hahaha." Yang Chenggong burst out laughing. He sensed the conflict in the plot of the story, so he was whetted for it.

The gray prince, who turned into a monster, went to the royal ball in high spirits, but the ball was held indoors, and the monster gray prince was too big to enter. I had no choice but to go home dejected.

The Grey Prince decides to take the bus home, where a lovely princess waits for the bus. The Grey Prince asks the princess waiting for the bus, when will the next bus arrive? As a result, all he made was a rumbling sound.

"And then?" Yang Chenggong asked anxiously. Ah Qiao is not a seller, but just a change of breath. Yang Chenggong listened to it, so he couldn't wait.