Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

"Is this important?" Mu Zening asked.

She thought about it seriously, and said, "It's not important, but if you have a name, it feels more like a person."

After that, there was a look of sorrow on his face, "The old man has been calling me a good girl, so rustic is dead."

People who raise little ghosts mostly call the ghosts they raise as sons or daughters. If they raise them more carefully, they will name them specially. However, the old man in her mouth obviously relies on selling little ghosts for profit, so naturally he won't bother to name it.

Mu Zening thought for a while and asked her, "What do you want to be called?"

The woman curled her lips: "Of course you came to pick the name. What's the point of picking it myself?"

Mu Zening smiled faintly, did not say anything, put away the repair powder, and then went to the bathroom.

He washed his hands carefully, and when he came out, he found that the living room was empty.

Mu Zening stood there silently for a long time, came to the table, opened the lunch sent by Mu Ling, and ate without saying a word.

His ghost is getting more and more disobedient...

If it hadn't had a soft spot for women's bodies, I'm afraid he would become its ration sooner or later.

Mu Zening thought about what was on his mind, and after eating lunch unknowingly, feeling a little bit of energy, went to the room upstairs to sleep.

I slept until the evening, the sun was slanting, and the dim room was as shady as water.

Mu Zening opened his eyes and saw an eight or nine-year-old girl squatting on the side of the bed with a dirty face, her fingers on the edge of his bed, and her eyes staring at him without blinking.

Mu Zening frowned, "Where did it come from?"

"I picked it up on the roadside," the little girl smiled, "it's suitable, right? It's good for kids, it can be used for a long time."

A little helpless, Mu Zening sat up from the bed with his forehead, and the little girl also stood up. She was ragged and her hair was dusty. It seemed that she had found a little beggar.

"Go and wash it." Mu Zening said helplessly.

She tore off the knotted hair and murmured: "It doesn't seem to be easy."

Mu Zening thought for a while, led her to the bathroom, used scissors to cut off the long hair that had not been taken care of all the time, and then helped her to wash her hair.

The little girl's body is very slender and weak, and her little bean sprouts are as malnourished, and her skin is not as delicate as her peers, but slightly rough.

But her eyes are very beautiful, dark and bright, and she has a good look.

Mu Zening helped her stand in front of the mirror, startled for a while.

She frowned and glanced at him, and said, "I know you like to look like her, but it's not easy to find. I still think children are more suitable for me..."

"No, that's it." Mu Zening put the bath towel on her, and walked out of the bathroom with a faint expression.

She hurriedly chased out of it, and stood barefoot on the floor, her thin body wrapped in a large bath towel.

"Hey, give me a name." She repeated the old saying.

Mu Zening turned back to look at her, pondered for a long time, and said, "Call Tangtang."

She asked: "How to write?"

"Come here and I will teach you to write."

Mu Zening led her to the study, holding hands and teaching her to write: "Zili still has the love of the previous day, and Tangyin is still growing old."

She was quite impatient: "Why so many?"

Mu Zening was stunned, then came back to his senses, threw the piece of paper aside, and wrote a neatly written "Tang".

She picked up the paper in a good mood and said, "I want to learn to write!"

Mu Zening gave her paper and pen, and let her toss around. This ghost has the same temperament as a naughty person. He has to do what he wants to do. He can't control it, so he doesn't bother to control it.

Learning to write is better than going out to find a substitute.

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