The daily life of the prime minister of the Qing Dynasty, thick black

Chapter 266 Extra Story Mr. Zhang Has Something to Say ([-])

My name is Fat Guy, and since I was born, this name has caused me a lot of headaches.

I often ask my mother, why am I called Fat Brother?

My mother smiled and said: You guess.

Where is this going to guess?Some things can't be figured out at all.

My father is the number one scholar, a beautiful man, my mother is a talented woman, a famous beauty in the capital.

It stands to reason that I, Zhang Ruolin, should at least be a handsome young man...

However, the bright pearl is cast secretly, the brocade clothes walk at night, I was born at an untimely time, and I met a woman who loves to talk, and I accidentally became a fat ball!

But maybe it really is in response to the saying that a cheap name is easy to support. Since I was a child, I seem to have no illness or disaster, and I rarely have any soup and medicine to serve me.

So think about it, I think my little days are still very moist.

My mother, Mrs. Zhang Er, is the envy of all women in the capital city, and my father, Mr. Zhang, is a man most men in the capital city can't envy.

I don't care what other people think, anyway, I think these two people should be a match made in heaven.

As for me, I am my mother's pistachio.

Although my mother said that her daughter is her caring little padded jacket, I think I can do it too.

I grew up under the disdainful eyes of the whole capital, running around like a wild child.

I heard that people of the same age as me have already started studying in schools. I also asked my parents, and my mother smiled and said, you still laugh.

My father hadn't come back at that time. When my father came back at night, he seemed to be still writing notes in the study, so I slipped in.

When Dad was writing notes at his desk, his brows were always slightly furrowed, and his originally gentle face would become full of evil spirits.

In fact, everyone said that my father was an easy person to get along with, because my father was gentle and polite, and he didn't talk much.

When facing my mother, my father always looks very talkative, usually whatever my mother says.

However, there are very few differences between the two of them, it seems that this life has been passed in such a peaceful and happy way.

Maybe it's because they've been together for a long time, so these differences have faded away?

Anyway, my father doesn't take concubines, so nothing can go wrong.

When I didn't see my father in the study, I didn't think my father was scary.It seems that he is not Mr. Zhang who has made great progress in the imperial court, nor is he the cold, heartless and talented old Mr. Zhang who people say.

In my impression, my father rarely frowned.

But today, I went to ask him, quietly hid beside the listening wind bottle at the door, looked inside, and saw my father writing something on the paper with a pen.

I heard that it was called a memorial, and it was written for the most honorable people in the world.

My mother also mentioned it, and I still remember the expression on my mother's face when she mentioned "the most honorable person in the world".

She squinted her eyes and seemed to be a little confused, but she quickly retracted her gaze and covered it up.

There was a dignified air on his father, as if he had encountered something difficult to understand.

I accidentally touched the vase next to it, and my father's eyes came over immediately.

I just stood there in a daze, not knowing how to avoid it.

At that moment, my father's eyes were very cold and icy, but after seeing me coming, he smiled slightly: "Why is fat brother here?"

He casually pulled the rice paper next to it, and my father covered everything on the table before beckoning me over.

"Your mother asked you to come here?"

My father asked me, and then I weighed it habitually, and I twisted between his hands, and said: "No, I just asked my mother why you named me Fat Brother, and she asked me to guess. But Pangpang thinks he is not fat, father, my mother is good or bad."

I just looked at him and whispered my mother's blackness.

Unexpectedly, my father laughed out loud, and the frosty look on his face disappeared in an instant.

I don't know what my father is laughing at. He seems to have encountered the funniest thing in the world, and his chest is agitated: "So you came to find me and go back to clean up your mother?"

Dad has the final say in other families, and I think it should be the same in our family.

The "fat brother" who has been called "fat brother" by others for so many years is pinched by my mother every day and looks at it kindly, as if being fat is something to be happy about. I really don't understand why it is given to me. Such treatment?
My mother said that I was born fat, but I don't believe it.

If my mother hadn't given me such a name, I might not have grown sideways.

With a grunt, I still felt dark, and decided to continue to smear my mother: "Father, you are the best, my mother is too much, how can I name her son Fat Brother? She still calls me Xiaopang, Fatty Fat, even if I am not fat, I will be called fat by her. I want to change my name... Daddy, you are so talented that you can change the name of Pangpang to a good one?"

"and then?"

My father was very good-natured and looked at me.

My eyeballs rolled, I bit my finger, this...

Then?

"Well... Then all the girls in the capital like me, and I will be like my father in the future, marrying a beautiful woman to be my father's daughter-in-law."

That's the best thing I could think of, I swear.

But my father just couldn't help laughing when he heard it, as if he had encountered the funniest thing in the world.

I felt my fragile dignity being crushed by my dad's laughter.

Just like my mother said, throw away your armor and armor, and you will be defeated.

"Father, what are you laughing at?"

"You think your mother gave you a bad name? Really?" My father looked at me very seriously, but I didn't know why, but I felt a little creepy.

There was a cold air coming from behind, as if someone was looking at me.

At that time, I didn't realize that the danger was approaching, so I scratched my head and said, "Father, you are the number one scholar, my mother must not be as good at naming as you."

This time, my father laughed even harder.

At that time, I thought, why is he smiling?
I was like a villain when I wrote the booklet before, but now I suddenly feel happy, maybe I am really my parents' pistachio?

Well, that's not a big deal, I guess...

The most important thing is your name.

My mother said that one must be a gentleman, but one must also be a villain.

Now I am a cute villain, Uncle Shi Fang can't get along with me, cooks for me quietly, and doesn't allow me to tell my mother, especially my father.

In fact, my mother always knew about it, but she just kept turning a blind eye.

So I gradually grew sideways at a speed that others could not understand...

"Father, please change my name quickly..."

"Rename?"

There was a soft laugh from behind, it was as bright as a March flower, as bright as a peony...

I suddenly knew where my previous premonitions that were not quite right came from.

My father sat in the chair heartlessly laughing, and then watched my mother come in from behind.

My mother is a born hanger, she really looks good in anything, even if it's just an ordinary white satin jacket with a red border on her, people can't turn their eyes away.

It's just that at times like this, I really don't want to see my mother at all.

it's over... it's over...

What does the storyteller on the east side of the street often say?

What is that word called?

By the way, Revenant!
I glared at my dad, who looked at me very apologetically.

So, my mother came up gracefully, standing at the end of the table, watching me hold my father's thigh, smiling warmly.

"Who in the capital doesn't know that your mother and I are an unlearned, incompetent, cockfighting, and running dog-like person? Today, you know that you came to find your father. Who told me that you like this name?"

I shook my head hastily, and then nodded again. After thinking about it, I felt that shaking my head and nodding was wrong. I was so tormented that I wanted to kneel down to my mother.

"mother……"

With a sad face, I shouted honestly.

The man whose thigh was hugged by me just smiled lowly, then looked at my mother with a kind of gentle eyes, and said: "I think this kid is getting more and more ignorant, and if he turns out to be disobedient , the custodian told Ade to break his leg."

"Father, you are talking nonsense! Uncle Ade is so nice!"

I don't believe it, usually Uncle Ade loves me the most.

it's over... it's over...

Seeing my mother smile so brightly, I know that I won't be able to eat beef with Dongpo elbow sauce tonight...

My mother came up, walked up to me, and pinched my face.

I thought, my expression must be very hideous.

What is even more sinister is my mother's eyes: "You will know how good this name is today when you have another name later."

I was not willing to listen, so I shook my head quickly, but at the moment when I was about to speak, I saw the corners of my father's lips gradually flattening, and the smile on his face still remained, but I suddenly felt a chill.

At that moment, perhaps the most alert moment in my life, I quickly changed my words: "It's fat and ignorant, fat and fat will never happen again, mother, don't be angry with fat..."

I reached out and took her hand, then looked up at my mother.

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and there will never be another woman more beautiful than her.

But her eyes are not pretty now, and I don't know why, it's just a sudden thought.

It was much, much later before I could recall the complexity of that moment.

My mother sighed, took my hand, then patted my head, and said: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it."

Then, my father signed my mother's hand again, squeezed it vigorously, and said with a smile: "Yaomo is about to eat, let's go together."

I held my mother with my left hand and my father with my right hand, and we walked in the courtyard together.

At this time, the Zhang Mansion had not been burned down by my father, and our best memories were still preserved here.

The lights were on on the road, and the road in the mansion was bright and majestic. It was specially added by my mother in case I would fall. My father didn't speak, neither did my mother. I walked among them, chatting endlessly. Everyone is listening.

I thought that all parents and children in the world were like this, peaceful and peaceful.

Later, I found out it wasn't.

Later, I realized how lucky it is to have a nickname.

Because, I know, I have a brother, he is still alive, but he will never come home again.

He doesn't have a nickname, and he can't even live in the world as healthy as I do. He may even stand against his father. He is the deepest thorn in the heart of his father and mother. He lives so tired, so tired .

So, I finally understood the look in my mother's eyes at that time.

Later, when you have another name, you will realize how good this name is today.

When I remembered this sentence, it was when I circled my name on the day of enlightenment.

So I know, I grew up.

(End of this chapter)