President spoils the dark wife

"Hello, President Meiyou. Just call me Xiao mo."

Mo Yiran briefly introduced himself.

Then, the teacher Hong next to him left consciously. I think there have been similar scenes and experience before.

Mo Yiran explained his intention to President Meiyou.

President Meiyou frowned slightly after hearing the speech and said, "do you want to find sun Mushan, too? But I only know that he was adopted twice, and I don't know the rest. After all, I was very young at that time. If you want to know more, you have to go to the old president."

"Old Dean? Can you tell me where the old Dean is now?"

Mo Yiran didn't ask what the phrase "also looking for sun Mushan" meant.

If a person has many enemies, naturally someone wants revenge.

"It's a coincidence that you came. The old Dean just returned home last week and was ready to provide for the elderly in China. He lived in a small house in Houshan. When the young man came last time, the old Dean didn't come back, so he gave up."

President Meiyou replied.

Mo Yiran asked about the specific address and said goodbye to President Meiyou and left.

Mo Yiran found the address mentioned by President Meiyou, drove all the way, and soon found the place.

Mo Yiran stopped the car, opened the door and got out of the car.

The cars on the road ahead can no longer drive.

Mo Yiran has seen the house described by President Meiyou from a distance.

She went up the stone steps.

At this time, the sky is blue, the trees on both sides of the stone steps are full of shade, the sun seeps through, and fine shadows fall. The shadows on the stone steps are mottled by the mighty long wind.

When he arrived at his destination, Yiran looked carefully.

The house in front is a bungalow, not very large, but it is elegant as a whole. In front of the house is a small yard surrounded by a fence. Cats and dogs are fighting, chickens, ducks and geese are locked in another circle, pecking at food on the ground.

There is a pond more than ten meters away from the house.

Perhaps because of the sound, the dog became alert and rushed to the door. Across the bamboo yard door, he barked at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran ignored the dog's barking and continued to look around.

There are not many people. There are several families not far away. At this moment, good night. There is a curl of cooking smoke in the house.

The environment here is very good.

It is not barren and barren like ordinary countryside. It is miscellaneous trees except weeds.

A lot of maple trees and bamboo are planted around the pond, and the water quality is clear.

Far away from the pond, many fruit trees are planted.

Peach, pear and cherry trees.

Unfortunately, it's past the flowering season and the trees are full of fruits that have not yet been fully formed. Otherwise, it must be picturesque and poetic.

In a trance, Mo Yiran felt as if she had returned to the pastoral life in those ancient poems.

No wonder those ancient literati loved to resign and retire to seclusion in the mountains and forests. If there were such beautiful scenery, there would be different scenery all year round. Mo Yiran would be happy to enjoy it.

I really didn't expect that there could be such a beautiful place in this era, and it hasn't been regarded as a scenic spot.

If this place is discovered by some people who want to make money, it is estimated that another scenic spot will have to be created.

"Miss, who are you looking for?"

The old voice suddenly sounded, making Mo Yiran return to God.

This place is secluded. As soon as the dog barks, the people in the house can hear the movement.

The bamboo door was opened. The old man glared at the grinning dog and threw a bone at the corner of the yard. The dog ran to gnaw at the bone, but his eyes were still staring at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran looks at the old man in front of him.

He looks about seventy years old. His hair is gray, his waist is slightly waist, he is leaning on a crutch, his eyes behind the reading glasses are a little cloudy, and he squints at Mo Yiran.

"Grandma, are you Dean Wan Xiao?"

Mo Yiran whispers softly. After all, the other party is an old man and can't be frightened.

Mo Yiran's words fell. The old man in front of him seemed to be a little dull. He didn't speak for a long time, but his eyes suddenly seemed clear.

"Wan Xiao... No one has called me that for a long time. Suddenly, it's strange."

The old man's hand holding the crutch trembled slightly, and a vision appeared on his face full of gullies.

Don't smell the words with dye, and be slightly stunned.

"Ye wanxiao, this is your full name."

Mo Yiran said.

As soon as he said this, the old man seemed to get close to Mo Yiran.

"Yes, my full name. Red leaves are rustling in the evening, and Changting wine is a ladle. Because my surname is ye, my father named my poetry and called it night Xiao."

The old man said to himself, and his eyes seemed to shine again.

Yi Ran frowned and smiled: "from Xu Hun's" going to Tongguan Posthouse in autumn. "

Only the names of the older generation can have such artistic conception.

Unlike her parents' generation, for some reasons, all the names have become Changguo, Jianguo, or Zhihao, Xiumei. It looks like there is no cultural heritage.

Mo Yiran has always been dissatisfied with his name. He feels it doesn't sound good, and there is nothing worth pondering.

It's very popular.

In her generation, the common names of girls are Wei, Si, Xing, Na, Lu and Tong. When I was a child, I thought they sounded good, but when I grew up, I found that these words were so rotten.

Campus romance novels read by the same world, the same mother and the same mothers

Naturally, there are some unspeakable similarities in naming.

Mo Yiran likes the style of Cui family's name very much.

Cui biejun, Cui Jie, Cui Ao, Cui Liji, which is not a name that can frighten one party?

There are also Bai Shengyan and Yan binwei. Their names have a origin.

There is nothing to say about the name of Bai Shengyan and the purple smoke from Rizhao censer.

As for Yan binwei, binwei is full of literary grace. From Lu Ji's Wen Fu, "praise youyou for binwei, and discuss subtle and bright".

These two people are made for each other just by their names.

Another person Mo Yiran remembers deeply is the boy next to Xia Shu who met in Dongcheng.

Lu Lanqing.

The word Lanqing means as clear as water when you look at the surface.

If you study it more carefully, it comes from the biography of Liang Shu · Liu Zun, "his filial friends are pure and deep, stand upright and solid, contain Yurun, and have a clear appearance."

Mo Yiran gets more and more angry and feels that her father is eccentric.

Name your daughter Yiran, casual.

The word Qing was used to name his son.

At that time, when Mo Qing was born, Mo Yiran was very happy to see Mo Changguo. The dictionary was almost broken.

As for your name.

It is said that Mo Changguo also took the dictionary to look it up at that time, but he just looked it up casually. The first word he saw was "Yi", so he called it "Mo Yi".

It was his own mother who said how hard it was to listen, so he added the word "dye" behind it.

Sure enough, there is a difference between rich and upstart.

Yan family, Bai family and Cui family are all big families with cultural heritage for generations.

I can't compare.