Portable Space: Traveling through Nongmen

Chapter 53: Shen Zhaoxu

This way he can eat a lot of food that he has never tasted before and try delicious snacks.

People only have such a life, and a life spans so many decades. Apart from living a good life, they need to eat and dress well. This is half of the food, so you can't just make do with it.

Thinking so in her heart, Shen Yingshu didn't stop eating. She ate a big bowl of rice with this plate of dry-stir-fried large intestine.

Although it was a little less than she imagined that she could eat two bowls of rice, she still ate half a plate of rice, which was not a small amount.

After eating, I cleaned up all the pots and pans.

When Shen Yingshu came out of the kitchen, the sky outside had already dimmed.

Bao'er was not in the house, he was sitting under the big tree in the yard, holding a branch in his hand and gesturing on the ground.

"Bao'er? What are you doing? It's so dark outside, why don't you come in?" Shen Yingshu walked over curiously.

"Bo'er is drawing something."

Bao'er didn't look back, and the movement of her hand didn't stop, she continued to draw on the picture.

Shen Yingshu walked over, stretched out her head curiously, and saw that the little guy had drawn a big heart, and inside the heart was two villains, one big and one small.

Because it was painted on soil, the villain was drawn very abstractly, with a pointed melon-seeded face, eyes and mouth slit into a smile, and these few hairs were specially drawn on the head.

The big one's hair hangs down to his waist, and the small one's hair reaches his back.

Although the painting is somewhat abstract, Shen Yingshu still recognized Bao'er's painting was herself and him at a glance, "Is Bao'er painting your mother?"

Looking at her masterpiece on the land, Bao'er nodded shyly, "What Bao'er painted is about mother and Bao'er, we must always be happy and happy together forever."

Shen Yingshu touched the little guy's head, only feeling that the point deep in his heart was touched again.

She sat next to Bao'er, and picked up a branch from the open space beside her, "Does Bao'er know how to write mother's name?"

"I don't know." Bao'er shook her head honestly.

"Then I'll teach you." As Shen Yingshu said, she took a branch and drew her name stroke by stroke on the ground, "This is your mother's name, Shen Yingshu."

"Yeah, I remember." The little guy stared at him without blinking, and nodded with a serious expression.

But before he tried it himself, he saw the wooden stick in Shen Yingshu's hand shaking again, and within a few seconds, the word "Bao'er" was displayed by Shen Yingshu.

"Does Bao'er know what these two characters are?" Shen Yingshu pointed to the two characters she had just written.

"I don't know." Bo'er shook her head.

Although the original owner is literate, she has been busy making a living these years, not to mention teaching Bao'er how to write, and she even has very little time to sleep.

In addition, she felt that Bao'er was still young, only three years old, and there was no need to learn to write so early, so Bao'er still couldn't read.

Shen Yingshu pointed to the two words she had just finished writing, "These two words are Bao'er! It's your name."

"Mother wrote Bao'er?!" The little guy's eyes widened with joy.

"That's right! It's Bao'er." Shen Yingshu repeated with a smile.

Looking at the two names on the land, Bao'er was very happy. He took the branch in his hand and drew a heart to cover the two names.

"This way, it means that mother and Bao'er are always together!"

For today's Bao'er, Shen Yingshu is his everything, the best and best person to him.

It feels really good to be depended on. Shen Yingshu looked at Bao'er gently and then at the writing on the ground, and suddenly thought of a question, "Bao'er, do you have a name?"

"Daiming? What does daiming mean?" Bao'er asked in a daze.

"It's like my mother's name. My mother's name is Shen Yingshu. What about Bao'er's name?" Just now, Shen Yingshu suddenly realized that Bao'er didn't even have a name.

In the original owner's memory, Bao'er has been called Bao'er since she was born, but there is no accurate name.

Shen Yingshu was worried that she didn't expect it, or that the memory of the original owner had not been fully passed on to her, so she asked Bao'er.

But looking at Bao'er's dazed look after hearing her question, it should be that she really doesn't have a big name.

Sure enough, "Bao'er doesn't have a name, so Bao'er is called Bao'er, and if you add your mother's surname, it will be Shen Baoer."

Bao'er gave herself a name in an instant.

"This won't work, it's too casual." Shen Yingshu shook her head, "Then mother, would you please give Bao'er a name?"

"Okay!" Bao'er nodded, no matter what his first name is, his nickname should be Bao'er.

He will always be mother's son, mother's treasure.

At this moment, Shen Yingshu closed her eyes, tried hard and carefully searched the dictionaries and poems in her mind, searched for nice names as much as possible... and then recalled the original owner's wish.

With the combination of the two, she finally settled on a name, "Shen Zhaoxu."

"What?" Bao'er was a little confused and didn't hear clearly.

"My mother said that Bao'er's name is Shen Zhaoxu, and Zhaoxu represents the light shining, and Xu means the spring breeze is warm, warm, and moist." Shen Yingshu explained the meaning of the name.

In general, like a ray of sunshine shining on the body, it gives people a warm and windy feeling. This is Bao'er's first impression of Shen Yingshu.

Later, Shen Yingshu didn't change her mind. Even though Bao'er was young, she was as warm as a young adult.

I will comfort myself when I am unhappy, and laugh with myself when I am happy.

"Okay! From now on, Bao'er's name will be Shen Zhaoxu." Bao'er nodded in response.

Although he still doesn't understand the meaning of Shen Yingshu's words with his brain, he feels that these words are definitely not bad for this name, as long as it is chosen by his mother.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was not completely dark yet, Shen Yingshu picked up the branch and gestured on the ground the name she just gave to Bao'er.

Shen Zhaoxu, these three words are simple and easy to say, but also difficult to say, the sum of strokes is quite a lot.

"This is Bao'er's name. Bao'er has to remember it in the future. If someone asks your name in the future, you can tell him your name." Shen Yingshu urged.

"I see, mother."

Bao'er nodded.

Then he stared at his name on the ground again, picked up the stick clumsily and began to write crookedly next to the three words Shen Zhaoxu written by Shen Yingshu just now.

When she saw that Bao'er's first stroke resembled the word Shen, Shen Yingshu guessed that he might want to try writing his own name.

But what is surprising is that in the little guy's stroke-by-stroke outline, in the end he wrote three very abstract characters crookedly.

(End of this chapter)