In the evening, Qian Mai finished the day's sketching homework and prepared to go out to wash his hands. I caught a glimpse of my parents outside leaning on pillows and looking through the dictionary. I couldn't help but asked with curiosity: "Has the name been chosen? What is it called?"
Yang Yong Gu continued to look through the dictionary. It was Qian Liqin's answer: "No, I don't know what to choose to listen to."
Oh. After hearing this, Qianmai got interested, and stopped going out to wash his hands. He pulled the wet towel on the coffee table and wiped it a few times before calling Cui Lingling out of the room. The two climbed onto the large flower bed, and the family covered it. A slumber meeting started under the quilt.
Yang Yong asked gently, "Lingling, what kind of new name do you like?"
Cui Lingling opened her big round eyes, playing with her little hands irrelevantly, and replied slowly: "Same as my sister."
It's rare for someone to appreciate his masterpiece, and Yang Yong immediately became energetic: "Sister's is nice. Dad took it. Now Dad will also take one for you, so I promise to sound better than my sister's."
Cui Lingling nodded trustingly. Maybe this is the blood relationship. After a short period of strangeness and anxiety, it is always easy to trust and care for each other unconditionally.
Qian Liqin on the side snorted, "You can think of a good name. "Wheat" is because you like to eat noodles. Don't make me a "Xiaodao" this time. Small fruit, small flower, small grass."
"There are'mavericks, lambs, chickens, and rabbits'." Qian Xiaohai pretended to be smart and said first.
With an accomplice, Qian Liqin smiled triumphantly: "Well, your son doesn't support you."
Yang Yong raised his eyebrows noncommittal: "What kind of imagination do you have, if you want to say something you like, at least I would choose hawthorn."
sweat! Cui Lingling was confused, she was full of cows in the wheat field, and hurriedly put aside the gossip: "Dad, what's the satisfaction?"
Yang Yong frowned, changed his posture, and said, "No. This'qian' surname is too difficult to match. It has to start with'small' like Zuo Shouwu. It's vulgar and earthy, and it's easy to compare with the people in the village. name."
"Then what is your standard?"
However, Yang Yong casually threw an answer over: "I am going to gather the sea, land and air for your three elder brothers and sisters. This time it is the sky. Well, there is the sun, the moon, and the stars..."
ORZ. Latent Wheat looked at the carved flower on the top of the bed and rolled his eyes, automatically shielding these unmarginal words. Before she could ask any more questions, Qian Liqin couldn't stand it, grabbed the dictionary in Yang Yong's hand, demonstrated a few times, and handed it to Cui Lingling, saying, "Your dad can't think of anything good, your name is still Let you decide for yourself. Use the first word on the page you turn to when you get lucky."
Cui Lingling took it in a daze, and turned it over under the attention of everyone.
The first time: *page, "Little Cicada"; Yang Yong waved his hand to say no.
The second time: page 538, "Xiao Shao"; Qian Liqin: "No, it's just a cook."
The third time, page 466, "Little Duke"; Qian Xiaohai was the first to laugh: "Little Daddy, Little Centipede."
The fourth time, page 608, "Little Tuo"; cut, still "Wei Tuo".
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Seeing the four people having fun, Qianmai is really speechless. Could it be that your name was decided in such a joke atmosphere? In order to prevent her sister from carrying a scumbag name on her back for a lifetime, Qian Mai decided to step on the brake in time. Busy waved to make them stop: "I have an idea, my sister was born in early summer, why not use the name of flower?..."
Qian Xiaohai was the first to respond positively, saying enthusiastically: "I like morning glory."
Qian Liqin thought about it, but nodded: "Also, girls are beautiful and happy in the name of flowers. Like the red plum, autumn chrysanthemum, fairy bamboo, safflower, spring flower in our village, Flowery..."
"Stop, stop," Yang Yong immediately gestured to stop: "With such a vulgar name, I'm not afraid to let my son-in-law laugh in the future."
sweat! Dad, you think so long-term. Qian Liqin was dissatisfied: "Isn't this all taken like this? The old people said, girls will be blessed only with generous and happy names."
Yang Yongxin gave an example to refute: "Then you have to take something fresh and elegant, like our new lotus and water lotus, how nice it sounds."
Ye ran away three thousand miles away from the topic again. Before Qian Liqin continued to fight back, Qian Mai seized the right to speak, and said, "Call Xiao Mo—Qian Xiao Mo. My sister was born in early summer. At that time, the jasmine blossoms, and the fragrance smells so good. It was sung on the radio. The song is also nice."
Yang Yong lifted his spirits after hearing this, and hurriedly sat up straight and flipped through the dictionary. When I finally found it, I read it aloud: "Jasmine, an evergreen climbing shrub. The name of the flower is also called jasmine. It is pure, full-bodied, refreshing, and long-lasting. Its flower language expresses loyalty, respect, purity, simplicity, exquisiteness, and charming." Yang Yong said more and more quickly, that's it, slapped his thighs happily and exclaimed: "This is what I want, and I have said all I want to express."
Qian Liqin also took a look, and ridiculed again: "Didn't you just want to take something that shines in the sky?"
Yang Yong laughed a few times and opened up sloppy eyes; "This is good, this is good, the name of a real girl."
While the iron was hot, there was no objection to seeing her parents, Qian Mai asked Cui Lingling hurriedly: "Xiao Mo, Qian Xiaomo, do you like this name?" After finishing speaking, she hummed a piece of "Jasmine" to her. listen.
Qian Xiaomo had no objection, and nodded innocently with eyes full of eyes: "I like it all because of my sister."
Good girl, so support me. I think that my sister will live a lifetime under the name she has chosen, which is really a sense of accomplishment. For a moment, Qianmai was overwhelmed and slapped the bedboard fiercely with his hand: "Deal! That's it!"
Sizzle! My hands hurt!
My sister, my sister wishes you always be like the beautiful jasmine in the writings of the literati. With the pure white heart path like snow, the refreshing breath like the moon, the bright charm like the stars, the buds of Qiongzhu moist and moist like bells, they all bring you beautiful memories.