Old man Mei's real name is Mei Qianjing, he is a very cute old man, not very tall, chubby, often wearing a loose casual clothes, stepping on a pair of mille-feuille bottoms, gray hair, and always with a kind smile on his face covered with folds. Old Man Mei lives alone in a small courtyard at the end of the street, which is full of all kinds of vegetables, flowers and plants, and even the air seems to be filled with all kinds of fragrances in the summer. When the weather is fine, he will carry a small chair and sit at the gate of the courtyard to bask in the sun, holding a teacup in his hand, and often humming a little tune that he doesn't know what it is, looking leisurely and complacent.

Lao Meitou is not a local, and people can't remember when he moved here, as if there was such a person all of a sudden. He lived alone in the small courtyard, and no one had ever come to see him, nor had he heard him mention his family, nor was it convenient for the neighbors to ask. But he can speak an authentic local dialect, and because of his kindness, and he is quite warm-hearted, the neighbors will help with any big and small things, so no one cares about his origin and past, and the neighbors get along very well. Even the children on this street liked him very much, because Lao Meitou would tell them many, many novel stories, and occasionally give the cucumbers and tomatoes grown in the yard to the children to eat. Lao Meitou will tell the story in a very exaggerated tone every time, sometimes telling ghost stories to scare the children to run away, sometimes he will make the children laugh with jokes, and the neighbors will come around to listen to it when it is wonderful.

Some children will also ask, "Grandpa Mei, why do you tell so many beautiful stories?" "Grandpa Mei, why are you called Mei Qianjing? Mei Qianjing, isn't that just no prospect? "Haha..."The neighbors around him all laughed good-naturedly, and Lao Meitou was not angry.

"Then do you want Grandpa to tell you the story of my childhood?" The neighbors next to it were also interested when they heard it, and they were idle from time to time anyway, and they all gathered around to hear it.

"Okay, I want to listen" "I want to listen," the children clapped their hands and shouted. Old Man Mei then smiled and told the children and others the story of his childhood and the origin of his strange name.

It was the 70s of the last century, he was born in a very remote village in Xishan Province, he was born in the hot summer, cloudless, at that time the village people were at home to let the midwife deliver the baby, his father and grandfather were anxiously waiting in the yard, waiting for a long time and did not see the movement inside, the father was anxious for a while lying on the door to listen, and then he picked up the window to look into the house, anxiously walked around the yard, according to his father, just when he was about to break in to see the situation inside, there was a sudden thunderclap in the clear sky, Suddenly there were dark clouds, strong winds and lightning, and a storm was coming. With lightning and thunder, suddenly there was a baby's cry in the house, it was he who was born, the father couldn't wait to rush in, the midwife held the child and congratulated him on being a handle, which made the whole family happy. The young people watching next to him laughed when they heard this, and someone said, "Uncle Mei, are you teasing us!" Summer is full of thundershowers, so you're in for a treat! ”

Old man Mei was not angry when he heard this, and glanced at him with a smile, "Ahem..."

"Grandpa Mei, are you alright?" The child next to him said worriedly.

"It's okay, it's grandpa's old problem." Old Man Mei raised his hand and touched his head, took a sip of the teacup, and continued:

Soon when he was full moon, his family agreed to give him a good name, but their ancestors were all from the Zhuang family, and they didn't know a single big character, and the most educated person in the family was his father, who graduated from elementary school. They have suffered all their lives, but they don't want their little grandson to be like them, they still hope that their little grandson will be successful in the future! If you want to make a living, you must first have a good name, so my grandfather went to invite a teacher in the village, who is said to have studied outside when he was young, and is the most educated person within a radius of dozens of miles.

After listening to the Mei family's request for a name, Mr. pondered for a moment and said: "The surname is Mei, "If you become a world with 3,000 views and occupy 90,000 winds in Pengtian, it is called Qianjing, Mei Qianjing, what do you think of Uncle Mei and aunt?" The Mei family didn't understand what it meant, but since it was Mr. who got the name, it was excellent, "Good, good," "Mei enters the three thousand scenes, and the fragrance comes from the bitter cold," Mr. continued.

Mr. Mei told him that if you want to have success and achievements in the future, you have to work hard, how can you succeed without experiencing setbacks! "That's a good name, that's a good name!" The Mei family thought it was a good name when they heard it, and immediately called it this name, and they didn't know if Mr. didn't expect it to have such a meaning, or if it was intentional, anyway, his name was so hastily decided.