Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

"what is this?"

"Inkstone."

"what is this?"

"Pen wash."

"What is a pen wash?"

"...for washing brushes."

"Then why are we called wooden buckets instead of people washing them?"

"Pa..." The cup in Morun's hand fell to the ground, and Yiyu, who was by his side temporarily, bent over to clean it up well, but couldn't help but pinch himself desperately a few times when he lowered his head so that he could hold back the burst of laughter impulse.

That cute little son, since he walked into the young master's study, he has been asking questions, even the chairs and bookshelves have been asked by him. First, the young master can answer them all patiently, but now it seems that the It's just because the little boy's previous questions were not classic enough.

Brush wash?People wash?barrel?

ha ha... oh my god!After he goes back, he must teach everyone the original model. This joke must be more ridiculous than the second young master being punished by Mr. Lian for copying the Three Character Classic.

After laughing three hundred times in his heart, when Yiyu got up, his expression had already recovered. After all, there is only one person in this family who dares to break ground on the young master's head.

"Come here." Mo Lun said to the young man who was very interested in his most precious green crystal paperweight, because he hadn't asked his name until now, so he could only omit it.

"What's the matter?" Seemingly attracted by a room full of novelty things, the boy happily jumped up and down in front of Morun.

"Do you really not know your name?" In fact, this question has changed a lot since he came out with him, but he couldn't get a result in the end.

"Really, the elder said that the name is chosen by someone else, the most special person." The boy nodded and answered with an extremely serious attitude.

"who?"

"The eldest son of the Lacquer Mansion."

"Pa..." Yiyu stopped pouring water again, and the other good cup was also reimbursed by the blank movement.

"Young Master of the Lacquer Mansion? Eldest Young Master, what he said... seems to be you." Yiyu shook Mo Lun who seemed to be taken aback by this answer.

Ignoring him, Mo Lun frowned deeply, and pulled the boy to sit on the round chair in front of him.

"Why did you let him pick the name?"

"I don't know, the elder said." The boy shook his head, pouted his mouth and blinked his eyes in confusion.

"Really?" Mo Lun murmured looking at the boy.

After contemplating for a moment, he suddenly smiled, "That's fine, um...then I'll come and give you a name?"

"No." The young man covered his mouth, "The elder said no, except for the eldest son of the Lacquer Mansion, others are not allowed to take names."

"Who am I?" Moran pointed to himself.

"It's human."

'Puchi...' A burst of laughter came from behind, and Morun didn't even turn his head, but just gave him a cold sideways glance, and immediately turned the ignorant person behind him into an 'ice sculpture'.

"Where is this?" Turning his attention to the young man again, even Mo Lun himself couldn't understand why he was so patient with the young man in front of him who hadn't yet grown up in mind. Could it be... just because he would be his The only person I will face in the next month.

"Qi Diao Mansion." The young man answered questions and answered them very seriously.

"What did he call me?" Mo Lun pointed to Yiyu who had been 'frostbited' behind him, and then pointed to himself.

"Master."

"so what……"

"Hmm..." The young man looked at him in confusion, then looked at Yiyu who suddenly lost any expression behind him, tilted his head, and seemed to realize something, "Master Qi... You are what the elder said Someone special?" Jumping up from the chair, the boy happily took Morun's arm to confirm his guess.

"Hmm." Mo Lun nodded, the juvenile's cheerful face seemed to have infected him, who was always indifferent, and his serious expression eased.

"It's great, it's great, I can finally have a name, take a name and take a name."

Finally, the person he was looking forward to made the boy very excited. He never had his own name since he was a child. Seeing that other children in the clan can call each other by their names, but when they call themselves, they just say, "Hey, You...', he is really envious of people with names, although even if they have names, the children in the clan probably won't want to play with him, but to have their own names, at least... um... at least the elders and the people in front of them A good man can call himself by his own name, can't he?He believes that they will be willing to call his name.

"Name..." Morun looked at the young man in front of him, with lively eyebrows and happy expression, it seemed that the name made him come alive, "Sheng..." Morun murmured, his eyes finally fell on the boy The boy brought the water lily to the study together, "Lian..."

"Huh?" The boy tilted his head, because Moran just murmured so he didn't hear clearly.

Seeing the anticipation on his face, Morun softened his expression, "I said, let's call it Shenglian."

"Shenglian?" The boy repeated the name repeatedly, as if thinking, "Okay, let's call it Shenglian."

The boy shook his head happily, and the eyes he was looking at with Morun became more energetic because of his own name. At the same time, a golden light shot out from the wrists of the two at the same time, and turned into strange words in midair. They circled staggeredly, and finally lowered the arms that encircled the two of them respectively, and the strange words were printed on them.

Looking at what happened just now, both Morun and the boy were frightened. Looking at each other's wrists, an indescribable strange feeling flowed from the two eyes to each other's heart...

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