I don't know when, I don't know where,

I don't know who I am, I don't know who he is. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Qingming woke up and found that he was covered in scars, he tried to get out of bed to see the environment he was in, but the injuries on his body were really serious.

Squeak,

The old wooden door was pushed open, and a man walked in, and at first glance he felt that the person in front of him was really pitiful.

His dark skin and wrinkles look like an old peasant in a sketch, coarse linen clothes, white hair, and a mouthful of white teeth when he laughs is very eye-catching.

He said that his name was Chen Sanyu, and Qingming didn't understand why such a simple person would have such a literary name, but Qingming didn't ask.

Speaking of his name, the old man of the Chen family showed a slightly embarrassed smile, as if he was a little unclear about his name.

He asked Qingming, "What's your name?" ”

Qingming thought about it, but found nothing, he shook his head and said that he didn't know.

Qingming lost his name again, as if he had never had a name, his parents didn't name him when he was a child, and the word Qingming was also called by the neighbors around him.

He was born on the Qingming Festival, which is ominous in the eyes of the villagers, so calling him Qingming is with a taste of ridicule and ridicule.

But then he still had a name, and now he doesn't even have a name.

The old man didn't continue to ask, but handed over the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, which was a bowl of somen noodles, the noodles were very thin, and there were a few vegetable leaves floating on it.

Qingming, who didn't know how long he had been sleeping, was really hungry, so he took the dishes and chopsticks and ate them.

The old man said while watching Qingming eat: "I don't know when you will wake up, this noodle was originally eaten by myself, it may not be delicious, but you should eat it first when you wake up." ”

The noodles were fragrant and slick, and Qingming quickly settled a bowl, drank the soup, and then hiccuped contentedly.

Since then, Qingming has stayed in this village and has become the family of the old man of the Chen family.

The name of the village is Wangjia Village, and most of the villagers here are surnamed Wang, and the old man of the Chen family moved to this village later.

Because Chen Laohan is a blacksmith, and the farm tools he builds are more durable than ordinary people, Chen Laohan has a good life in Wangjia Village.

I heard that Chen Laohan picked up a person and came back, and those children in Wangjia Village came to see, these children are not afraid of Chen Laohan, because as long as they spoil Chen Laohan, they can't do anything about them.

Everyone in the village knows that Chen Laohan likes children the most, and because Lao Han always buys some candy for them to eat at home, those children are always willing to run away from Wang Chen's house.

Those children jumped up and down like little monkeys, but when they first saw Qingming, they were timid.

Qingming smiled at them but scared them out of the house, and it wasn't long before they lay down by the door and quietly watched Qingming.

Qingming laughed again, they didn't run this time, they also smiled at Qingming.

The next day, the group of monkeys chatted with Qingming familiarly, "Grandpa Chen is fine, he will buy us candy to eat." ”

"Are you the son of the Chen family's grandfather?"

"And what's your name?"

The child quickly peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, sat on the edge of the bed, and his legs dangled happily in the air.

Qingming also likes this group of children, as if he has become a child himself.

It's just that the child has a lot of questions, and there are many questions that Qingming can't answer.

Slowly, Qingming's injuries were almost healed, but after so long, he still didn't remember who he was.

Qingming began to learn to strike iron with Chen Laohan, and more often than not, Chen Laohan was watching from the sidelines, helping to pull the bellows from time to time.

Chen Laohan was very focused when he was striking iron, as if he was doing a very sacred thing, and Qingming's physique was very strong and powerful.

Chen Laohan began to consciously instill some casting knowledge into Qingming, but he still didn't let him touch the hammer that struck iron.

Chen Laohan's hammer was black like a piece of carbon, and many times Chen Laohan would hold it even when he was not striking iron, as if he was holding some rare treasure.

Qingming has another name, Chen Mu,

The old man said that he spent a lot of money to ask the old fairy in the village to take it, and the old fairy Qingming saw it, but he didn't find out where his god was and where the fairy was.

The old fairy only glanced at Qingming and said that he lacked wood in his life, so he pinched his fingers and gave him the name of Chen Mu.

Seeing that Chen Laohan was happy, Qingming had no objection, and he accepted it.

That night, Chen Laohan made a large table of dishes, and dug out a jar of wine, and drank it drunk.

When someone laughed at Qingming for not having a name, Chen Laohan would always say proudly: "There is a name, called Chen Mu, and the old fairy gave it." ”

The villagers all said that Chen Sanmad was raising him as a son, Qingming didn't care about it, he felt that Chen Laohan was very good, at least he was very good to himself, and it was nothing to be his son.