Looking at the little baby in the arms of the village chief, Lan wanted to hug her and stretched out her hands, but she took it back, "Wei, Wei doesn't like children."
"You kid Lan!" The old village chief looked at Lan and shook his head, "I brought this child back from the government office. His parents are gone, and he has left his clan. What are you afraid of?"
Lan still shook his head: "I'm not worried about this, it's just that Wei He doesn't like children."
"You foolish boy will believe what Wei boy says!" The old village chief put the sleeping baby in Lan's hand and said, "Just take it home and show him, look at him. If not!"
There was a soft little thing in his hand, Lan shook his hand, suddenly became a little scared, and said, "I don't want to hold the child, uncle, please take him back."
"Amitabha." Just when the old village chief wanted to joke that Lan was afraid to hold a child, a monk walked up to the two of them.
"Master." Da Zhou came to honor the Buddha, and the old village chief and Lan saw the old monk approaching, and they hurriedly bowed to the old monk.
"Donor," the old monk looked at the little baby in Wang Lan's hand and smiled, "This child is destined for you."
"Silly boy, do you hear me?" The old village chief said to Lan hurriedly: "The master said that this child is destined for you. Take this child home and show it to Wei boy!"
"Wei Ta." Lan was still embarrassed. If Wei liked children, they would have adopted a child long ago. Why should the old village chief go to the government office in the city to carry one for them
The old village chief turned around and waved at Lan, and said, "Take the child back and see if Wei kid can ruthlessly throw this child out! I'm doing this for the good of both of you! Raising children and preventing old age, the two of you are counting on you. The day when you won't be old?" The old village chief said, and left without looking back.
"Donor," the old monk said with a smile, "how can there be people in this world who don't like children?"
"My partner is afraid of trouble for the child," Lan said embarrassedly, "He's not cruel, he just doesn't like it."
"Donor, can the poor monk ask you for a glass of water?" the old monk asked Lan.
"Okay," Lan said, looking down at the little baby in his hand, but embarrassed again, and said, "It's just him..."
"You might as well take it back first and see if your brother really doesn't like it." The old monk made a suggestion.
Lan looked at the old village chief who had walked a long way, and had to smile bitterly at the old monk: "Then master, come with me."
A small farmyard has a lot of flowers and trees in the front yard, as well as a well. The lush grape leaves almost cover the sky of the whole small yard. When people stand outside the yard, when they look at it, it is a piece of green.
"Wei." Lan stood outside the bamboo fence with the child in her arms and shouted into the open door.
"Lan, you're back." A commoner boy walked out in response.
"This master came to the house to drink a sip of water." Lan stood outside the courtyard, not daring to enter the house.
Wei looked at the master and smiled, then looked at the little swaddle in Lan's hands and said, "What is this?"
"Child," Lan said, "a boy."
Wei said, "I know this is a child. Whose child is this, why did you hold it?"
Lan turned to look at the old monk beside him, asking for help.
The old monk laughed and said, "This benefactor, the poor monk heard that you don't like children?"
Wei seemed to be stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, his delicate and beautiful face sank, and he said to Lan, "Do you want to raise him?"
Lan hurriedly said: "If you don't like it, I will send it back to the village chief."
Wei's face became even more gloomy, and he said, "Is it the village chief who gave you a hug?"
Lan nodded and said, "Don't be angry, he is too, and it's for our sake."
"I don't want to raise it, you have to raise it by yourself!" Wei's temper was obviously not good, and he said to Lan: "If you think about a son like this, you won't find a woman?!"
"I," Lan said hurriedly, "I'll send him back to the village chief, don't be angry."
Wei stared at Lan.
Lan took a few steps back with the child in her arms, and said dejectedly, "I'll go to the village chief's uncle's house."
The little baby in Lan's hand suddenly burst into tears.
Lan immediately seemed to be in a hurry, turned around and asked Wei Dao, "Why is he crying?"
When Wei heard the child cry, he rushed out of the courtyard and said, "Are you hungry?"
Lan said, "Are you hungry?"
Wei Conglan held the child in Lan's hand, shook it back and forth, and coaxed "good baby" twice.
The little baby boy actually burst into tears and laughed in Wei's hands.
"Hey," Wei laughed and said, "He smiled, Lan, look at him smiling at me."
The old monk smiled and said, "Donor, the poor monk sees that this little donor has a destiny with you, so let's keep him."
Wei looked up at the old monk and said, "Is he really related to me and Lan?"
"Fate." The old monk nodded.
"Wei?" Lan asked cautiously, "Are you going to raise him?"
"Then," Wei hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth before saying: "Then I'll try to raise him for two days, Lan, let's talk about it first, if we can't raise him, you have to give him to the village chief. send it back."
"Okay," Lan said hurriedly, "Then let's try it!"
Wei looked down at the little baby in his arms and said, "So small, can we raise him?"
Lan smiled and shook his head. He seemed to have a big rock in his heart, and said to the old monk, "Master, please invite me in the courtyard, and I'll bring you a bowl of water."
The old monk walked into the small courtyard.
"Master, sit down." Wei hugged the child and gave the old monk to the grape trellis, where there were tables, chairs and benches.
"Okay," the old monk walked under the grape trellis, sat down, and looked at the small courtyard. In a corner of the small courtyard, he saw a long spear and a sword, and asked, "The two of you. Will the donor still be martial?"
Wei sat down opposite the old monk with the child in his arms and said, "I won't, Lan will."
"Donor Lan used to be a Jianghu person?"
"He ran over darts," Wei said proudly, "Lan's martial arts are very good."
At this time, Lan came over with a bowl of water and a plate of snacks, put it on the small table, and asked the old monk to use it.
The old monk was not polite. He picked up a snack, ate it with water, and asked, "What name do you want to name this child?"
After listening to the old monk's question, Lan asked Wei, "Yes, Wei, what should he be called?"
Wei looked at the child in his arms, thought about it, and said, "My name is Xuan?"
"Xuan?" Lan also thought about it and said, "Why do you remember this word?"
Wei said: "I just thought of this word suddenly, does it sound good?"
Lan said: "It's good, as long as you like it."
Wei shook his head again and said, "No, let's call Anhao."