The young lady led me into her study. It was really the messiest study room I have ever seen, although I have only seen two of them. One was the one shared by the second young lady and the young master, and the other was the young lady's.
But I still feel that there is probably no messier study room in the world than my lady’s study room.
My mother put the young lady on the high chair behind the desk. She picked up a pen and wrote the word "Wuji" on the paper. Then, she said arrogantly to me: "This is your punishment. Now, put your
Write your name a hundred times."
Then, she proudly left the chair and went to the couch in the study to continue sleeping. When I picked up the pen, she had already fallen asleep. I doubted how she could sleep. For this reason, I once
I asked my mother, and she said that children grow up quickly and well the longer they sleep. However, the young lady has always been small, younger than me, younger than the young master, and younger than the second lady...
Before that day, I had never held a pen, but on that day, I not only learned to hold a pen, but also wrote the word "Wuji"...a hundred times, beautifully.
Moreover, because the lady said that these two words are my name, from now on I can only have this name, Wuji. After the lady woke up, my mother led me to kowtow to the lady and thank her for the name.
I remember when I was a little older, my mother told me that although my original name was Wuji, it was not these two words, but Wu Ji. Wu was the surname of my father who died long ago, and Ji was just for the sake of pictures.
It's auspicious... The reason why she told me was just because she wanted me to remember my father's last name...
I am very grateful to the lady for replacing me with these two characters. Although, the lady may not know which two characters I am from the beginning, and just write them casually, and she can write those two characters, so I later said
She understands it probably because those two words are quite simple and beautiful.
I once thought that if I didn’t write that day, the lady probably wouldn’t care. Because when my mother showed her my handwriting, she didn’t even look at it, she just said happily
He said, "Great, from now on, you will do my homework for me."
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Send me a bedtime snack. Have a good sleep. And give me a cheeky shout-out for the new book.
I wiped away tears because,,,, the new book is really too miserable...