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Her name, good?

Wen Fengxu sneered, not very agreeing with his words.

"Heh, where's the matter?"

Since she was a child, her name has been used by many people to talk and laugh, and it has nothing to do with whether it sounds good or not.

When she was very young, Wen Yulian criticized her name, saying that no one wanted a child to take this kind of name.

Of course she was not convinced, and ran to ask Feng Zhiyi, but after Feng Zhiyi listened to her words at that time, she just smiled helplessly and did not answer her.

Since then, Wen Fengxu has never thought about it again, of course she knows that her name is not like what Wen Yulian said, but there is no good meaning in the end, and she gradually forgot it.

Now that I think about it, the word wind is floating and helpless, there is no fixed place, it cannot be controlled, and it cannot be pondered.

There is no place to be.

In the end, it is also in her current situation.

"If you want to set off the blooming lotus, you have to talk about the wind and the wreck, bite the text and chew the words to say 'the wind floc has turned into a ping, and the mud lotus has just been lingering'?"

"If the wind and rain damage the flowers, you can only be with the wind and wocculents, and you have to say, 'There is nowhere to go for the white and red, and the flotsam will fly with the wind'."

"Everything is exhausted, and Shengde cultivates only oblivion."

"It's hard to restrain the wind and wind, and I refuse to return when I fly over the east wall."

“……”

At this point, Wen Fengxu had no intention of continuing to speak, she raised her eyes to look at Jiang Jiuling, and smiled lightly, "Even those supreme saints are arranging it, where is this name good?" ”

Yan Ming looked at Wen Fengxu a little strangely.

In his eyes, Wen Fengfu at this moment looks like an unreasonable little child.

Everyone knows that those poems are not used in this way, and there are many poems that praise Fengfu, but she doesn't mention a word.

The vexatious Wen Feng floc looks quite fun.

"No, that's not where your name came from."

Jiang Jiuling was still calm and indifferent, very patient, correcting her word by word, but it was not offensive.

Wen Fengxu also knew that she was a little tricky, and she didn't know why, after listening to him mention her name, she suddenly had an indescribable depression in her heart.

simply vented it, and didn't care who the person opposite was, maybe because of Jiang Jiuling's name, or maybe ...... It's because he's like an uncle he saw when he was a kid.

"If you ask a little bit of leisure, a Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plums are yellow and rainy."

"But it's different, the poem is sad, and your mother is love, which is where your name comes from. I know your mother, and you can trust me. ”

Yan Ming sensitively found that when Jiang Jiuling spoke to Wen Fengxu, he did not call himself "Benjun".

When the words fell, Jiang Jiuling looked at her quietly, Wen Fengxu was also silent, she could feel that Jiang Jiuling was looking at her, and it didn't seem to be her.

"You're more handsome than your mother."

Speaking of this, Wen Fengxu really couldn't help it, and the person in his memory reappeared in his mind, "Am I ...... Seen you? ”

When she was a child, when she went to visit the Southern Continent with her mother, there was a man who treated her very well, but no one knew about it except her, and that man bypassed everyone and would come to see her every few days.

It lasted for a few months, and then my mother noticed that he never came again.

Wen Fengxu remembers it very clearly, because that man was very good to her, taught her how to exhale and absorb qi, and brought a lot of fun ...... Better than Wen Luya is better to her.

Even if the person in front of her didn't wear a mask, she couldn't remember what that person looked like, but she felt that the two of them felt very similar to her.

Jiang Jiuling did not respond to her.

He just smiled and got up, "It's not early, it seems that you have nothing to do, Benjun will go back first." ”

When the words fell, Jing Zhihuai on the side suddenly choked.

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