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This child is growing up, and he can't always call him "Muyuer".

She slowly paced to Mu Yu'er's side, because she felt her approaching, Mu Yu'er wrote more seriously, her chubby face, her lips pursed, as if she was also working hard.

It took about half an hour for this big piece to be written.

Shang Xuesleeve picked up the pen, and in Mu Yu'er's expectant gaze, he slowly drew a circle, and said while drawing: "This word is good, next to the words, I have said it many times, I have done a side, this point cannot be written to the center of the horizontal, it must be ...... to the right."

After she finished commenting one by one and put it on the table, Mu Yuer couldn't wait to count the circles, and after seeing half of it, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to rewrite it.

Shang Xuesleeve couldn't help but look at his appearance, took his hand and sat down and said, "Mu Yu'er, you have grown up, my aunt wants to discuss something with you." ”

She rarely had such a solemn time, but she startled Mu Yu'er and whispered, "Auntie, do you want me?" ”

Shang Xuesleeve laughed out loud, and felt slightly sad in her heart, she had never noticed that the little Mu Yu'er had always had such worries and fears in her heart, she held Mu Yu'er in her arms and said, "You stupid child, where did you go!" ”

She let go of Mu Yu'er, held his shoulders and said, "It's because you've grown up, you can't let people call you 'Mu Yu'er' and 'Mu Yu'er' all the time!" Do you remember what your last name was? Or grandpa picked you up, is there any token with your last name on it? ”

Mu Yu'er shook her head decisively and said, "Nothing." ”

"Okay," Shang Xuesleeve asked again, "Then do you have any favorite names?" ”

Mu Yu'er shook her head again, and also showed the appearance of a little adult, and said, "Auntie, you came to name me, it's just that I want to have the same surname as you, right?" ”

"Naturally, I'm your aunt."

Shang Xue thought for a while, took a pen and neatly wrote the three big characters "Shang Muyu" on the paper.

"Shang, Mu, fish."

Shang Xue sleeve said: "Do you remember what my aunt said, Lin Yuan envy the fish, it is better to retreat and close the net, just take a servant like my aunt for example, envy the brilliance of others on the stage, it is better to study and practice hard." You will also be in the future, if you envy others for living well, it is better to learn the skills, so that you can live a good life. ”

She added: "Because your original name is Mu Yu'er, you replaced the word 'envy' with the word 'Mu', and it also fits this sound." Do you like it or not? ”

Mu Yu'er nodded heavily.

Shang Xuesleeve was relieved at this time, and said: "There is one more thing, when you are as old as you, it is when you should study, I always teach, but my ability is limited, and when I come to sing, I am often busy all day, and if it goes on like this, it will inevitably delay you." I'm going to either send you to a private school or find a gentleman to teach you myself......"

Before she could explain the difference between the two in detail, Mu Yu'er had already spoken: "Auntie, I'll go to a private school." ”

He put up a finger and said immaturely: "First, the money for the private school is less, second, there may not be a gentleman who is willing to come to the troupe to teach people, and third, I always follow my aunt, and my aunt follows the troupe, even if a gentleman is willing to come, but he can't also follow the troupe, which is troublesome." ”

Mu Yu'er's fingers had already stood up for the fourth, and his eyes were bright: "Besides, I also want to be with other children." ”

Shang Xuechong never thought that he would say such a few things like himself, but he was the head of the way, but how could he not know that he also said this for the sake of saving trouble for her aunt?

She ironed in her heart, smiled and scratched Mu Yu'er's nose and said, "Okay, it's just that if you are bullied, you can't come back crying." ”

Because of the new name, Mu Yu'er was very excited, and imitated the three big characters "Shang Muyu" written by Shang Xuesleeve, wrote it more than a dozen times, and was urged by Shang Xuesleeve before washing up and crawling into bed.

On the second day, I couldn't wait to talk to the people I knew well in the team, and I kept a solemn face, not allowing them to call their nicknames again.

It's just that no one usually calls people by name or surname, but after such a morning, everyone calls him "Shang Xiaolang".

Compared with "Mu Yu'er", this is finally acceptable, Shang Xue sleeves until he pulled him into the car, and couldn't help but smile, and said with a smile: "Shang Xiaolang, this name is good." ”

"Auntie—"

Mu Yu'er was angry all the way, and Shang Xuesleeve also laughed all the way, but swept away a lot of her depression that she couldn't find out the news, and re-energized her spirits, and asked one by one.

On this day, it was soon dusk again.

Shang Xuesleeve looked at the slightly dilapidated theater in front of him, the plaque on it had faded from the long-term wind and rain, and was even crumbling.

However, such a theater is not without business, there is always a corresponding theater troupe, whether it is high or low, singing in such a restaurant where the cost will be lower, even if it is a temporary stage, there is also a grass stage team that will take care of business.

Shang Xue pulled Mu Yu'er with her sleeves and was about to go inside, when someone next to her said, "This lady, who are you looking for?" ”

She turned around, and the man was carrying two burnt gray coal bricks with an iron stove hook, and his mouth was exhaling white gas, and the white air was a messy pale beard.

The wrinkles on his face were extremely thick, and a pair of eyes didn't seem to be able to see anyone clearly, so he narrowed slightly, and said: "There is still more than an hour before the evening play, and the lady is early." ”

Shang Xue sleeves slowly took off her hat, and as soon as she said a word, her eyes were already moist.

She said, "Tube...... Pipe Leader......"

At first, her tears were only in her eyes, but as each word spat out lightly, tears welled up, almost making her cry silently.

Mu Yu'er looked at the old man in front of him, he was not dressed as decently as himself, and the cotton robe seemed to be neat and clean, but there were also a few patches.

Mu Yu'er looked back again, Shang Xue's sleeves clenched the hat tightly with both hands, and the tulle of the hat was blown on his face from time to time in the cold wind, blocking his eyes.

He pushed it away, Shang Xue's shoulders trembled, and tears seemed to flow inexhaustibly, dripping down her jaw in strings.

Mu Yu'er could see the red sunset behind the tower in the distance, which I don't know what its name was, and the afterglow reflected a faint red light through every crystal clear teardrop.

He turned his head again, and the eyes of the old man in front of him were already full of tears.

The briquettes and iron stove hooks in his hands had fallen to the ground, he took a few steps forward, and was about to stretch out his hands, but he retracted again, wiped his body a few times, rubbed his eyes again, and said in a trembling voice: "Class master...... The merchant class master ......"

The worm does not grow old

Today's first update, thank you for the nine-day monthly ticket of Fengwu~ In fact, I didn't cry when I was abused, but when I wrote this paragraph, I cried. The separations and reunions in my life always move me very much. I read a passage before: "We always felt that it was possible to meet each other again, but the seeds of permanent separation were planted from the beginning." "This is especially true in today's society, and when you are separated from high school or university, don't you think it's easy to see each other? It's just a matter of a ticket or a ticket. But many people, in fact, once separated, I am afraid that they will not see each other again in this life. Last summer, I finally went to Kunming to see a friend I hadn't seen for more than ten years, and when I said goodbye, I insisted on seeing her leave, and when she left, I entered the hotel, and when I went up the stairs, I turned around and found that she was back at the door of the hotel, looking at me.