Ma'am, give me a baby

Murong Haojun's smile was so gentle that Qin Xi fell into it without paying attention, and he was stunned for a long time before he recovered, he quickly lowered his head and hid his flushed face, "No, don't trouble the young master. "

"How could it be trouble." Murong Haojun liked to see his reaction very much, his blushing appearance was so cute, "You can't always be without a name."

Qin Xi is used to it, his parents don't call him often at home, and his neighbors don't even talk to him, so he naturally feels that the name is not very important, but if his benefactor gives him a name, he will be very happy, "If the young master doesn't bother If so, then help me get one..."

Murong Haojun nodded, and asked the servants to bring up the pen and ink. He looked at Qin Xi's face, saw him lower his head hastily again, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, "You have suffered for so many years, why don't you start over now? "

"What...mean?" Qin Xi was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Murong Haojun puzzled.

"Xi." Murong Hao Jun said: "You shouldn't be living in the dark all the time, how about walking slowly towards the light?"

"... light?" Qin Xi's expression dimmed. How could someone like him be qualified?

Murong Haojun shook his head helplessly, "You don't have to care about other people's opinions, not everyone in this world is bad-looking."

Qin Xi opened his mouth, his nose was a little sore, he really thought everyone was too bad before, thinking that people in this world are like those bastards, they always treat him coldly, and if something goes wrong, they will punch him add up.But he forgot that there are still people who treat him well, such as Mr. Shi who saved him that day, Miss Xiaogui who was willing to talk to him, and the benefactor who treated him best in this world...

"Do you like this name?" Murong Haojun raised his hand and rubbed it gently on the top of his head.

Qin Xi nodded quickly, his eyes were slightly red, fearing that Murong Haojun would find out, he lowered his head even more.

Murong Haojun smiled, just as the servant girl brought a pen and paper, he wrote Qin Xi's name on the snow-white paper, and handed it to Qin Xi after the ink dried, "This is your name."

Qin Xi looked up at the words on the paper, it was rare for his benefactor to give him such a nice name, but he didn't recognize it.

"I'll teach you how to write." Knowing that he was illiterate, Murong Haojun didn't say much, stood up and walked behind Qin Xi, and taught him how to hold a pen.

Qin Xi felt his approach, and straightened his back again, "Master, master, this is too much trouble for you!"

"No trouble." Murong Haojun pressed against his back, put the pen in his hand, and taught him how to hold the pen.

The hand was held by Murong Haojun, and Qin Xi's whole body froze. He felt a rush of hot air rushing straight to the top of his head, and his head was also dizzy.

Murong Haojun lowered his head to see his blushing appearance, and smiled contentedly, "Come on, write one."

Qin Xi has no foundation at all, he can neither hold a pen nor write, and after being taught by Murong Haojun for a while, he can write in a rough shape.

"Not bad." Murong Haojun nodded, and pulled the paper up a bit, "Continue to write."

Qin Xi was dizzy all the time, all the sensations were on his back, he could even feel Murong Haojun's powerful heartbeat.

It was getting dark, and Murong Haojun was still worried about Qin Xi's health, so he let him go back, and gave him the brush and ink, so that he could practice calligraphy when he had time.

Qin Xi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that he could go back, and ran outside, where the cool night wind blew over, cooling his red hot face a little.