The Villain In the Novel Reborn As His Own Daughter

Chapter 87 Is your name Hengyu? (1)

He wanted to tie his hair this morning, but he pulled his hair painfully and tied it into a mess.

Shu Yue, who ignored Bai Lie, held her chin up and fell into deep thought.

 Dad said he was in charge of the house, and their family collected so many things from this uncle who was not sure whether he was a close relative of the uncle, or...

 Send someone some gift in return?

 But you can’t use other people’s money and tickets to buy things and send them to others, right?

Shuyue was a little worried, so she thought of the jar of beef sauce in her own space...

Bai Lie, who didn't know that Shu Yue wanted to send something to someone, was criticized by his daughter for his poor hair-tying skills, so he secretly set his sights on the kid who had squatted by the stove at some point and was studying something. , on the hair.

 How about…

Bai Lie's eyes flashed slightly, feeling that he had come up with a good idea.

Bai Lie, who knew in his heart that Xiao Zai Zi would not be at his mercy, planned to adopt a gentle policy and chat with Xiao Zai Zi first to build a closer relationship.

“Who is that, little brat, do you have a name? We can’t just call you brat for such a long time!”

The little boy ignored him. He poked his head to look at the structure inside the stove.

Bai Lie continued.

“How about I give you a name?”

The little boy still ignored him. He stretched out his hand and pulled the damper under the stove, studying it seriously.

Bai Lie raised his eyebrows, "There is a kid in the village called Goucheng. How about you call me Langcheng?" How appropriate!

Before Bai Lie could finish his words, he saw the kid who had been ignoring him stand up and glare fiercely at him with dark eyes, ready to rush forward and start a fight every minute.

 Shu Yue almost choked because she was like a wolf and a dog.

Hurrying to smooth things over: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, my dad said it just for fun, but my dad is right, you think you should have a name! How about you choose one for yourself!"

Shuyue's voice was soft and sweet, and the anger in the little boy's eyes just disappeared.

He turned his head, moved slowly to the side of the backpack, pulled out his old Chinese tunic jacket, fiddled with it for a while, and found something.

It was an old faded red rope with two silver beads strung on it. The rope was short and should have been strung on the hands or feet. Because it was broken, I just tied a knot randomly to prevent the beads from falling off. Go down.

 He ignored Bai Lie and handed the thing directly to Shu Yue.

Bai Lie reached out to pick it up: "..."

 Shu Yue: “…”

Shu Yue held back her laughter and handed the thing to Bai Lie. She also leaned over and looked at it curiously.

The beads are made of silver, round but not a regular round, because one side of the beads is carved with a pattern, which is a tiger's head. Around the edge of the tiger's head is a pattern of two dragons playing with a bead, and on the back is engraved the word "One". One is 'Heng', the other is 'Yu'.

 Bai Lie looked at the little kid squatting on the edge of the coffee table, rubbing his paws on the edge of the coffee table. His eyelids twitched and he asked quickly: "Your name is Hengyu?"

The little boy paused for a moment, his obsidian eyes flashing with confusion.

Bai Lie added: "You don't know if you are called this, but this is the only thing on your body that is left over from the past. You think you may be called this."

 The little boy nodded now.

This was the first time that Bai Lie was treated so cooperatively by Xiao Zaizi, and he felt a strange sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Bai Lie took the things and looked at the rough hand-carved patterns on the beads. After looking at them for a while, he asked, "Are you born in the year of tiger or dragon?"

 If you were born in the year 1950 if you were born in the year of Tiger, you will be 8 years old this year.

If you are born in the year of Dragon and born in 1952, your imaginary age this year is 6 years old.

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It’s even later. I checked the information on overseas remittance coupons for a long time, and I feel dizzy.

 (End of this chapter)