Zhan Jiu blinked a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, licked his somewhat sour teeth, and thought for a while before saying, "I want to learn four words." ”

Fu Yusheng said: "Speak directly." ”

Zhan Jiu looked up at him, and his voice was obedient: "Silence, I want to know my name, what it looks like." ”

This is a very simple matter for Fu Yusheng, he took the notebook and pen, and wrote it stroke by stroke.

Zhan Jiu lowered his head and looked at the notebook intently, not wanting to take his eyes off for a moment.

She was still full of anticipation at first, but when she saw that the two words were written, her eyes were stunned and stupid.

Fu Yusheng put the notebook in front of her, and his handsome face was dyed with a bit of seriousness: "This is your name - Zhan Jiu." ”

Zhan Jiu's eyes gradually reddened, and he looked at it again and again, not daring to recognize it.

Seeing this, Fu Yusheng frowned slightly, and asked out loud: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Zhan Jiu's little hand trembled and pointed to the word "Zhan", his eyes were red, and his voice was a little whimpering: "Silence, is this, this nine the name of the poor monk?" ”

Fu Yusheng's cold voice was a little ruthless: "Yes, this is your legal name." ”

Zhan Jiu held back his tears, looked at him sadly, sniffed his little nose again, and stammered a little: "That's ...... What about Nian Ci, how to write it? ”

When Fu Yusheng heard this title, he felt a little unfamiliar: "Which of your nephews is this?" ”

Zhan Jiu looked at him with red eyes: "It's my little nun's name." ”

Fu Yusheng: "......"

The little monk is so young, just my little nun?

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhan Jiu hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, okay?" ”

Because her mood was not high, her voice was soft, and she had a bit of a coquettish taste, and in an instant, Fu Yusheng really regarded her as a girl.

He lost his mind for a moment before he wrote down one stroke at a time: Nian Ci.

Zhan Jiu blinked his eyes and looked at it several times, and then finally couldn't help it, and cried with a wow.

Fu Yusheng was suddenly a little at a loss, and frowned: "What are you crying for?" ”

Zhan Jiu felt aggrieved, crying and asking loudly, "Woo...... Why are baby nun names more complicated? ”

Fu Yusheng was still confused before, and he didn't understand why her mood suddenly became low, but when he heard her ask this, he suddenly understood.

The little monk felt that the name had too many strokes and was too complicated, and he couldn't bear it, so he cried.

He saw that a boy could cry his nose, and he was so loud, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled: "It's not promising." ”

Zhan Jiu was extremely sad, and he was not angry when he ridiculed him.

At this moment, she was as sad as the broken pillow, and sobbed: "I also said, when I learn, the first to write the name of the little nun, now, now...... Whining...... Why is it so hard? ”

Fu Yusheng thought she was useless just now, but now seeing that she was crying breathlessly, for a while, she was inexplicably distressed.

coughed lightly before saying, "You are still young, and when you grow up for a few years, you won't find these words difficult to write." ”

Zhan Jiu sobbed as he picked up the pen and paper, and put them back in the canvas bag like a baby.

Fu Yusheng stared at the bulging canvas bag and frowned: "That's my pen and notebook." ”

Zhan Jiu cried and said, "When I go back to learn, I'll give it back to you." ”

Then, he got up from the chair, folded his hands, bowed to him, forced back his tears, and said obediently: "Thank you, Mr. Shanyi, I'll go first, Amitabha, woo......"

Fu Yusheng was slightly stunned, because her title was a little special.

Looking at her departing back, her trembling shoulders from crying, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic, and her heart was mixed for a while.