Volume 1 Chapter 293 Do You Have a Name?
Chu Ze saw all this and was inexplicably dazed.
After a few days of getting along with the children here, he had a different feeling.
He used to be a bully.
He does everything from eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.
But he rarely has his own ideas.
Follow them and do whatever they do.
Because this way he will feel that he has face, others will be afraid of him, and he will not be bullied.
But after experiencing life and death this time, he was disgusted with this kind of life.
In that dark prison, he confessed.
At that moment, the eighteen-year-old boy hated his past so much.
He told himself that he would go to hell after his death.
But his sister fished him out.
After seeing the light of day again, he just wanted to be a human being again.
He is different from Chao Qian and Xiao Pingyang. He is not opposed to working here.
He even liked it a little.
At least here, he could feel that his guilt was somewhat relieved.
This may be what is called self-deception.
He couldn't forgive himself, but wanted to ask for others' forgiveness.
Ridiculous and ironic.
He forced the delicious food sent from home to an unfamiliar homeless co-worker standing beside him.
"Here, I give it to you..."
Chao Qian and Xiao Pingyang were stunned.
Looked at him in horror.
"Old Four, what are you doing?"
Chu Ze didn't look at them, but whispered: "From today on, don't call me Lao Si anymore. I want to be a human being. My name is Chu Ze."
After saying this, under the shocked and puzzled gazes of the two men, he took two steps at a time and walked towards the big pot.
As if it were worth a fortune, he poured himself a bowl of porridge.
He gritted his teeth and drank in big gulps.
Porridge is just porridge, it has no other taste except the faint aroma of rice.
But after drinking it, he felt relieved.
He walked back with the porridge in his hand, and when he reached Ye Tingmu, he suddenly stopped.
A pair of eyes looked at Ye Tingmu with extreme seriousness.
This made Ye Tingmu stunned.
He wondered why the child was looking at him.
Under the surprised gazes of the others, he bowed deeply to Ye Tingmu.
Then he left in a hurry.
Wanjin complained quietly.
"What's wrong with this guy today? Is he crazy?"
Ye Tingmu asked suspiciously, "Do you know him?"
Wanjin took a mouthful of porridge.
Then he said nonchalantly, "Isn't this Chu Ze, the kid from the Chu family? Master, you don't recognize him. You were the one who threw him at the construction site. You know what, this guy works pretty hard, much better than the two guys from the Xiao and Chao families?"
"Ah..." Ye Tingmu almost spit out a mouthful of porridge. He stared with wide eyes, pointed at the back of Chu Ze who had just left, and asked in disbelief: "Are you sure this guy is Chu Ze?"
"yes!"
"The former Four Young Masters of South City?"
“Master, what’s wrong with you…yes, I can still lie to you.”
Ye Tingmu's Adam's apple moved a little, and he looked a little confused.
My goodness, he really didn’t recognize her. It’s only been a few days and she has become like this.
"Squeak...what a big change."
After having a meal.
Ye Tingmu did not leave.
The sun was setting late at this time.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the western sky golden.
The afterglow casts a peaceful light on those young faces.
Maybe he was full, or maybe he was tired.
At this time, the children were in groups of three or four, relying on each other.
Look at the sky, look at the clouds, look at the afterglow that is no longer dazzling.
Staring blankly.
I just don’t know if they are really in a daze or thinking about life.
Ye Tingmu saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
That was the young man in the lobby that day.
The child had been looking at him earlier.
When he noticed Ye Tingmu's gaze on him, he quickly dodged.
Seeing this, Ye Tingmu took the initiative to walk forward.
He came to the child's side.
Asked:
"Your name is Skinny Monkey, right?"
The boy stood up in panic and nodded quickly.
Ye Tingmu patted his shoulder.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the boy looked more energetic than the day they met.
People can only be energetic when they are full.
But his clothes were still ragged and his short hair was still messy.
"do you remember me?"
The boy nodded again.
"Remember, you are the Marquis of Qingtian Shujian."
There was a smile on Ye Tingmu's lips.
He asked with great interest: "Who told you to call me that? Why did you add the word 'blue sky'?"
The little boy shook his head without any hesitation and said, "No one taught me. I heard it myself. Everyone calls me that!"
This made Ye Tingmu even happier.
Now that I am so popular among the people, I should add the word "clear sky" before the title of Marquis.
He found a stone slab and sat down.
He gestured to the boy named Skinny Monkey to sit down as well.
Then his eyes swept over the children around him.
There was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He asked, "What about you? Do you all know who I am?"
After Ye Tingmu ate porridge with them, the children were no longer afraid of him as before.
In response to his question, the children shouted together:
"I know, Qingtian Shujian Hou."
Although the voices are uneven and inconsistent, the answers are all the same.
Ye Tingmu's smile became even sweeter.
He wiggled his fingers, shook his head, and said gently, "No, no, no, you all got it wrong?"
Everyone was suspicious.
A boy asked: "If it's not Qingtian Shujian Hou, could it be Shujian Xian?"
Ye Ting continued to shake his head.
“No?”
"Is it Master Shaoqing?"
"wrong."
"The messenger of God."
"wrong."
""
"No, none of them are right!"
"What on earth is that?"
Ye Tingmu looked at everyone and said seriously: "What you just said are just my nicknames, and my name is Ye Tingmu!"
"People have many nicknames, but only one name." He paused, raised his voice a few degrees, and asked the children, "Do you have a name?"
The children were silent, the older ones lowered their heads and kept silent, and the younger ones looked suspicious.
Not everyone in Kyushu has a surname.
Orphans like them have never known who their parents are since childhood.
There is no such thing as a name. Maybe I won’t have one in this life. When I die, I will only have a nickname.
A child who looked about five years old asked suspiciously, "What's the name?"
Ye Tingmu smiled and explained seriously.
"A name is a symbol of a person. It can be used to distinguish who is who, let others know who you are, and can be registered in a register."
"It is unique to each person and consists of two parts: first name and last name."
"For example, my name is Ye Tingmu. Ye is my last name, and Tingmu is my first name."
"Everyone's name is given by their parents. Different people have different names with different meanings and significance, and they carry certain hopes and expectations."
As he said this, he pointed at Wan Jin.
"For example, his name is Wanjin, with a surname of Wan and a given name of Jin. Wanjin Wanjin, or ten thousand taels of gold, means the person who named him hopes that he will be rich when he grows up."
"And Lin An, it means hope for peace!"
Wan Jin scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled foolishly.
A group of children listened very attentively, as if they had opened the door to a new world.
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