Chapter 8 Appearance.
No matter how conflicted he was, when Mo Xiu fed the water to Wuming's lips, he obediently opened his mouth and drank.
They feed you, give you water, and even wipe your mouth afterwards. Where can you find a meal ticket like this, where someone comes knocking on your door to serve you?
When I was wandering around the cultivation world in my previous life, how come I wasn't so lucky as to encounter someone like this?
After eating and drinking his fill, Wuming felt much better. Of course, it wasn't outwardly apparent. After all, his control over this body was truly terrible.
But Mo Xiu inexplicably felt that the man in front of her seemed much more relaxed and happy.
Looking at the man's somewhat dirty face and messy hair, as well as his clothes that were covered in dust, Mo Xiu still felt that she had taken poor care of him.
Now that we've fed everyone, it's time to take care of the rest.
Mo Xiu found a pack of wet wipes among the clutter piled up in the back seat of the car and gently wiped Wuming's face.
Wuming obediently cooperated, and only after all the dirt on his face was wiped clean did Moxiu finally see the man's face clearly for the first time.
When you met them in your past life, they were already in a sorry state.
From beginning to end, the man was disheveled and his face was dirty, so he never saw the other person's face clearly, only remembering that the man had a pair of beautiful eyes.
He never imagined that after cleaning the other person's face, the person would look like this.
Mo Xiu wasn't very good at humanities; he was an athlete, and his science skills were actually better. Therefore, he didn't know how to describe the person in front of him.
I just thought the person opposite me was really good-looking, with perfect features and deep-set eyes.
The man had a striking face, handsome in a flamboyant way.
With a face like that, she could easily be a TV star.
Mo Xiu had never been a fan of celebrities, and she felt nothing for the stars she saw on TV. But if a celebrity looked like the person in front of her, then it would be perfectly reasonable for them to be idolized.
What about those popular young actors with their god-like looks? They should really see what god-like looks are like.
However, the thought that a man with such a face could be a fool made Mo Xiu feel a little sad.
"I didn't expect you to be so good-looking!" Mo Xiu said, admiring the person's face for a moment before continuing to wipe his chin and hands.
Upon hearing Mo Xiu's words, Wuming also became curious about what he actually looked like.
It's because the original owner was dull and simple-minded, and many of his memories were blurry, which made him unclear about things now.
Fortunately, his soul was strong enough, possessing convenient divine sense that could act as a third-person perspective.
When he used his divine sense to observe his own appearance, Wuming was surprised to find that the body he had transmigrated into looked very similar to his previous life, almost identical.
What kind of magical fate is this?
The nameless man was astonished. They were from completely different worlds, yet there were two people who looked so alike. And what's more, he had just failed to ascend and his soul had transmigrated into this person's body. Was all of this truly just a coincidence?
Although he couldn't find the answer for the time being, Wuming still harbored a seed of doubt in his heart.
On the other hand, Mo Xiu took great care of him. After wiping his face clean, Mo Xiu began to style his hair, which was more of a simple combing.
To make it easier to take care of the original owner, the original owner's family always shaved his head, so that they wouldn't have to cut his hair for a long time, and would shave it again when it grew long.
For a period of time before the apocalypse began, the original owner's hair had grown quite long, and after not taking care of it for a while, it looked rather unkempt.
Fortunately, Mo Xiu didn't mind. After styling Wuming's hair, she even tied a small bun at the back of his head. This hairstyle, paired with his face, made him look even cooler for some reason.
After all this was done, Wuming had changed drastically. If you ignored his dirty clothes and only looked at his neck and above, he was a handsome young man.
Mo Xiu nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the man. He was about to call him "Wooden Head" again when he suddenly realized that "Wooden Head" was not actually the man's name.
This was just a nickname given to him by those people back at the Shanhe base when they mocked him for being stupid and slow-witted. No one knew the man's real name.
Thinking about the meaning behind "wood," he no longer wanted to call the other person by that name.
After thinking it over, Mo Xiu tentatively asked the man beside her, "Do you know what your name is?"
Wuming was taken aback by the question, and the name Wuming immediately came to mind.
But is this really my name?
In his past life, he never had a name. He was an orphan who grew up with great difficulty and felt that names were unimportant. Later, he casually adopted "Nameless" as his self-designation.
But in reality, didn't he also long for a name that truly belonged to him?
As for the original owner's name, Wuming had absolutely no idea. The probability of it appearing in the original owner's memories was simply too small.
All he knew was that the original owner's family seemed to be surnamed Teng, and they would call the original owner Teng Wu, or Yao'er.
But most of the time, everyone, including the original owner's family, called him an idiot.
How can "fool" be considered a name? Nameless fell silent, not because it was inconvenient to speak, but simply because he felt frustrated.
Of course, in Mo Xiu's eyes, this meant that the other party didn't know his name and was confused by his question.
However, this was within his expectations; it didn't seem wrong for a fool not to know his own name.
Thinking this over, Mo Xiu sighed softly and said, "Since you don't know your own name, how about I give you one? My name is Mo Xiu, and you'll take my surname, Mo. From now on, I'll call you..."
As Mo Xiu spoke, her gaze swept over the man, and she continued, "How about we call you Mo Qi?"
Although the name sounds casual, it was not something Mo Xiu came up with on a whim.
He thought of it suddenly; numbers are easier to remember, and perhaps the other person would remember them more easily. Besides, seven is a very auspicious number.
Mo Xiu remembered reading in a book that seven symbolizes completeness and perfection, and is usually associated with good luck. Moreover, in Western culture, seven also represents perfection and happiness.
It's a very auspicious number, and he hoped the man before him would find happiness and become a lucky person. This name represents Mo Xiu's best wishes for him.
"How about it? Is it alright? My name is Mo Qi?" Mo Xiu asked the person in front of her patiently.
Wuming was taken aback by these words; he didn't know what Moxiu was thinking. However, he did know that those Buddhist cultivators considered seven to be an auspicious number.
For example, a "seven-story pagoda" symbolizes a lofty realm and blessings.
So, does this person give themselves such a name in the hope that they can find happiness?
A warm feeling rose in his heart. Wuming, or rather, Mo Qi in his current state, really appreciated this kind of sentiment.
So, he still nodded at Mo Xiu with difficulty, expressing his approval of the new name.
Seeing the man's reaction, Mo Xiu was pleasantly surprised. His smile deepened, and he gently tidied the man's stray hairs, saying softly, "From now on, you'll be Mo Qi. Let's go."
As she spoke, Mo Xiu fastened the man's seatbelt, and the car started moving smoothly after it began to move.
Looking at the scenery rushing past the car window with a sense of novelty, the man realized that this was the same car he had seen on TV.
He had only seen this kind of car in the original owner's memories before; this was the first time he had actually sat in one. And to be honest, the leather seats were quite comfortable.
Mo Xiu led the man around the town for a while, and stopped when they saw a small shopping mall, then pulled him inside.
Mo Qi had already confirmed that the person beside him meant him no harm, so he had no intention of resisting at all. He was also a little curious about why the other person had brought him here.
After he saw the dazzling array of clothes on the third floor, Mo Qi realized that the other party was probably looking for clothes for him to wear.
To be honest, this meal ticket that suddenly appeared is quite thoughtful.
He'd been wearing those clothes for days; they were filthy, and he himself was disgusted with them. He'd been wanting to change into clean clothes for a while now.
Looking at the almost untouched clothes on this floor, Mo Xiu felt it was within expectations. After all, these weren't fast-moving consumer goods.
If people want to escape, they will prioritize taking food and medicine; a few pieces of clothing will suffice.
He didn't deliberately choose any particular style; comfort was definitely the top priority. After selecting a few outfits and shoes, Mo Xiu led the man to the mall's restroom.
I turned on the tap, and sure enough, no water came out. Luckily, there was a large bucket next to me with half a bucket of clean water left.
Mo Xiu told Mo Qi to take off his clothes, and then used the water to wipe his body.
As he wiped himself, he couldn't help but glance around. He had to admit, the man wasn't just handsome; his proportions were amazing too. He was just too thin. If he were a little heavier and built some muscle, he'd be a walking clothes hanger.
He's so thin now, is it because he didn't eat well in the past?
Mo Xiu felt a little sorry for him. After cleaning him up thoroughly, she changed him into a cotton T-shirt and sweatpants.
But when it came time to put on the shoes, the man was a little uncooperative, seemingly not liking the leather shoes he had brought.
Mo Xiu squeezed the new shoes, thinking that perhaps the other person felt uncomfortable with leather shoes, so she simply took the person to the shoe section of the mall.
After sitting down with her in his arms, he selected many different kinds of shoes and patiently let Mo Qi try them on one by one.
Only after putting on a pair of somewhat rustic cloth shoes did the man's expression reveal satisfaction.
Although cloth shoes are ugly, they are definitely the most comfortable.
Seeing Mo Qi's squinting eyes, Mo Xiu inexplicably felt as if she were looking at a lazy big cat.
Shaking her head and smiling, Mo Xiu took the necessary clothes and packed several pairs of the same cloth shoes into her backpack before leaving with the man.
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