Why is there such a complicated word in the world, and it has become her name.

Master will give her the word nine, is it because she understands that the first word is too difficult to write?

But even then, she couldn't write.

And the name of the little nun......

He tilted his head and tried to hold back his crying, but when he lowered his head, he saw her and the names of the little nun and cried again.

When she came back, she saw her sitting under the tree, looking at the sky for a while, looking at her hands for a while, crying wow, looking very sad.

Thinking that she was being bullied at school, she walked over quickly, picked her up from the ground, and patted her with dust.

"What's wrong with Uncle Shi, why are you crying? What happened? ”

Zhan Jiu put his arms around his neck with one hand, handed him the notebook in his hand, and his watery eyes widened: "Silence, this is my name and that of the little nun." ”

Silence Zhen looked at it, it was indeed these four words, he frowned a little uncertainly, and asked suspiciously: "Is there something wrong?" ”

She was a little unrelenting, and shook it again: "Look at it again." ”

Compared with "Zhan Jiu", she prefers the little nun's miswritten "Zhan 9", and hopes that the teacher will write it wrong.

Silence Zhen glanced at it again and nodded, "Yes." ”

Zhan Jiu muttered and asked, "Is this really my name and that of the little nun?" ”

It was like asking him, and it was also like asking himself, and in the end, he cried again: "I don't want this name, I don't want it, I ask Master to change the Dharma number for me, and I want to occupy 9." ”

Silence didn't know how to coax for a while.

After Uncle Shi was three years old, except for the last pillow incident, he rarely saw her cry so much, and he didn't even want his favorite name anymore.

He whispered in distress: "Isn't this Zhan Jiu?" ”

Zhan Jiu hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, you don't understand, it's the one who occupies 9." ”

Silence really didn't understand what she was talking about, so she had to hug her and walk back, coaxing all the way: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll teach you how to write when you go back." ”

She cried and said, "I can only write numbers. ”

"When I was married, I met a female benefactor with a child, and she gave me a piece of candy, does my uncle eat sugar?"

Zhan Jiu was still crying, and when he heard him say this, he slowly stopped crying, but he was still sobbing sadly: "However, everything you get from karma must be placed in the Buddha hall." ”

Silence wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her movements were gentle, and her tone was more gentle: "This one is specially made for you, you don't need to turn it in." ”

Zhan Jiu immediately nodded: "Hmm." ”

Shanzhen took out a lollipop from the bag, handed it to her, and said, "Uncle Shi, this is fruit candy, lychee-flavored." ”

Zhan Jiu slowly sobbed and took the candy: "Thank you, master nephew." ”

It's rare to pronounce it correctly this time.

Hearing this, he gently hooked his lips and smiled, and a pair of eyes like Haoyue were full of love: "I'll help you peel the candy paper." ”

"No, I'm going to take it back and eat it again."

Shanzhen didn't interfere with when she ate, and when she stopped crying, she was relieved: "Okay, let's go home." ”

......

It was already noon back at the temple.

Zhan Jiu returned to the meditation room, took a bath, changed into a clean monk's robe, put on a big red robe, and then climbed into bed.

In order not to think of the sad things, I hid the notebook for the time being.

On the bed, there was only one lollipop left.

Remembering that I wanted to return the candy from the little donor before, I felt a little sorry in my heart.

After a few thoughts, I picked up the candy and got off the bed.