Gu Jianian was stunned.
Was it he who gave her name
Now that I think about it, my parents never told me the origin of this name, or they didn't know it either. Gu Jianian was a left-behind child. When she was young, her parents went to Beilin to work, leaving her, who was only a few months old and had only a nickname, in the countryside of Yunmo.
Gu Jianian has always liked her name. It was also the first character she learned when she was young. Her grandmother taught her to write it stroke by stroke.
Goodyear.
She once complained that the character “嘉” had too many strokes, but she still memorized it carefully and practiced it crookedly over and over again.
Later, when she grew up, she gained a good impression from many people who met her for the first time with this name. She transferred to Beilin School, went from primary school to junior high school, and from junior high school to high school. Many new classmates saw her name on the roster and came to ask about her.
Everyone says her name is nice, festive and elegant.
Although the freshness and good impression brought by the name did not last long, Gu Jianian was still very grateful and felt that this name was a rare blessing in her dull life.
She didn't expect that it was him who took the name, the man she thought she had only met twice.
Could it be that she knew him when she was a child
Gu Jianian quietly looked up at Chi Yan.
He sat behind a large desk in a very lazy posture, with one hand leaning diagonally on the table and his curled knuckles resting against his temple.
With his other hand, he spread out a brown notebook, picked up a pen from the bamboo pen holder, uncapped the pen with one hand, and began to write on the paper.
The sound was like dry rose branches scratching across a rough gravel road.
Soon after, he changed to another pen of a different color and circled a line of words he had written, as if to finalize something. The crystal light in the living room softly shone on his profile, and his deep eyebrows and indifferent expression were perfectly consistent.
My grandmother once said that she was called "Tingting" until she was three years old, and that was also the nickname registered at birth.
It was only changed to "Gu Jianian" after he was three years old.
How old was he then
Was it also like now, with her head tilted, her lips pursed, she wrote down different names as candidates on paper with a pen, and then circled one of them with a red pen, finalizing the name that had been with her for more than ten years
It was as if a tiny hole had opened in my heart, and imperceptible and inexplicable emotions flowed out, pumping into my blood and burning my ears red.
The air seemed to be scalding, and Gu Jianian immediately looked away in panic.
Time passed like this for a long time.
A tense mood began to spread in the room. Gu Jianian couldn't tell why she was nervous, but she felt her heart beating faster and her breathing was difficult to control. The large sofa no longer gave her a sense of security.
Fortunately, the sudden vibration in her pocket interrupted her thoughts.
Gu Jianian took out his cell phone and unlocked the screen.
My eyelids twitched suddenly.
It's my mom calling.
This was the first time she received a call from home since she left Beilin.
Gu Jianian held the phone in his hand, countless possibilities flashed through his mind in that instant, and his heart sank.
She didn't dare to refuse. After hesitating for a moment, she looked up at Chi Yan.
He had put down his pen and paper and started typing on the keyboard with a focused look.
Gu Jianian gritted his teeth and turned sideways, gently covered his lips with his hand, pressed the call button, and said in a low voice: "Hello, Mom."