Her name is for life, and she is very hesitant about this matter.

Zhao Ling thought for a while and said, "Tai, not very good. Tai means peace, but it means 'small and big' in the "Book of Changes". I think it's better to change the word." He pondered, "...why better call Linchun?" He said, his eyes fell on Fu Tingyun, "After the danger, everyone just want peace and smoothness. You saved this child in Linchun Town. Chun is the first of the four seasons and has a sense of vitality. I think it's best to call this name!"

He also knows the "Book of Changes"...

Fu Tingyun couldn't see through Zhao Ling even more.

Zhao Ling saw her eyes clearly distinguished with black and white eyes looking at him curiously, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "When I was young, my mother had great expectations for me, and she was enlightened at the age of three. Later, the family was in ruins and she was unable to read... It was just a little bit of the bottom of everything!"

Fu Tingyun remembered that he once said that he learned to write with his mother since childhood.

"Lingtang must be a very smart person!"

The softness on Zhao Ling's face gradually faded away, and there was a little bit of coldness at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and there was no sound for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Fu Tingyun felt that she had said something she shouldn't have said.

"The name Linchun is good!" She smiled and changed the topic, hoping to make the atmosphere liven up again. "Linchun, Linchun, the meaning of spring, we are also regaining vitality in this town, this name is good!"

After hearing this, Zhao Ling smiled at her, as if the ice and snow melted, and there was a little gentleness between her eyebrows.

Fu Tingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone went upstairs "thump" to the ground.

Mo Yi's voice rang in the stairwell: "Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao!"

Fu Tingyun got up and went to open the door.

Mo Yi was holding a two-foot square chopping board that Fu Tingyun used to knead dough yesterday, and holding a few pieces of broken wood in his hand.

"This ghost weather makes people's throats smoke." He strode in and put the chopping board on the table. "I've made a chess, let's play chess!"

The broken wood has words such as "cannon" and "pa" written on it with charcoal.

Zhao Ling smiled and stood up: "How about I go downstairs to accompany Brother Mo to kill two games?"

Mo Yi knew that he was afraid that the downstairs would be empty, so someone came in and stole the food in the kitchen.

"Don't worry," Mo Yi laughed, full of pride in his laughter, "I'll help us guard the door." Before Zhao Ling asked in detail, he said, "I promised to steal something and eat ten steamed buns a day, and he immediately agreed to guard the door for us."

"Ten steamed buns?" Yesterday's supper and today's breakfast were made by Fu Tingyun. She couldn't help but say, "Where did the steamed buns come from by Manager Mo?"

"You can do it later!" Mo Yi opened his eyes wide, "Isn't the cooking business the matter of you women?"

Even though this is the case, for some reason, Fu Tingyun felt a little unhappy in his heart for some reason.

Zhao Ling saw it and smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I guess Brother Mo wouldn't be stingy with giving two more steamed buns, right?"

Mo Yi was slightly surprised.

Zhao Ling said: "Do you still remember the woman holding the child? Why don't you hire her to cook!"

Mo Yi was stunned at first, then looked at Fu Tingyun with a playful face and laughed loudly. Fu Tingyun was so angry that she even complained that Zhao Ling was so angry that she glared at Zhao Ling several times.

Zhao Ling turned his head and just pretended that he didn't see it.

But he said "Huh" and pointed out the window: "Brother Mo, look!"
Chapter completed!