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Chapter 416 Master is above (68)

As soon as the name came out, not only 233 was shocked, but also the people who eat melons exploded.

[I'm the most handsome in the entire interstellar world: Fuck, blah, blah, blah!What did he say his name was?Brothers, did I hear correctly? ! 】

[The little strawberry is super sweet: I heard that right!I heard it too! 】

[Maoxuewang good times: But this kid looks so indescribable, he doesn't look like a person at all! 】

[Want to eat: So brother Meng, he is the male green tea?as a child? 】

[Galaxy and him: It should be him, but this change is too big...]

Some bullet screens that talked about the future were also blocked. 233 exploded in his heart, but he was afraid that the host would find out that something was wrong and disturb the rules of the world.

Nan Xing didn't notice the sudden increase in barrage, she was now focusing on the boy in front of her...

"Rong Jue..." She parted her lips and said his name once.

Then he dipped his fingers in some clear water in the cup, wrote these two characters on the table, and finally touched Yu Zhong, and asked him with a slight smile, "Is it these two characters?"

Rong Jue has never been educated, nor can he read. He doesn't know what two characters his name is. He just thinks that these two characters are written by a fairy, and they look very beautiful...

He nodded, these two words are so beautiful, there must be nothing wrong with what she wrote.

Nan Xing nodded next to the handwriting and boasted: "Shuangyu is Jue, the king of jade, it's a good name."

She wrote his name and praised his name...

His heart trembled, and he stared blankly at those two words, just wanting to keep them forever...

It's just that the water stains dissipated quickly after all. Seeing that the handwriting was about to disappear, he leaned forward and hurriedly stretched out his hand, as if covering it would not dissipate, but it was in vain.

Because the movement was too hasty, the chair made a sound. Nan Xing was startled by his movement, and patted his shoulder, "Sit down, it's easy to fall."

Rong Jue slightly straightened his body, the handwriting surrounded by his arms had almost disappeared...

He lowered his eyes sadly, and his whole body fell down.

Nan Xing couldn't see him like this, so he rubbed his head, "Come on, I'll teach you how to write."

Rong Jue looked at her incomprehensibly, Nan Xing moved the chair a little, held his right hand, let him stretch out his index finger, dipped it in some water, and wrote stroke by stroke on the table...

Her breathing was slow, her body was warm, and there was a faint fragrance. At this moment, he seemed to forget all the pain, and the darkness in his heart was no longer churning. The whole world seemed to be silent...

"Okay." Nan Xing taught him to write twice before letting go, and straightened up, "Try it yourself."

After Nuan Nuan left, Rong Jue was a little bit disappointed, but he still wrote out his name obediently. He seemed to intentionally imitate her handwriting...

He was not very satisfied with what he wrote, and it was still not as good as hers.

"Great, very well written." This kid is really smart, Nan Xing praised him, and asked him: "Did you choose this name yourself?"

After all, no one in the village would give him a name, they all called him Ah Chou.

Rong Jue nodded, he didn't know where the name came from, it had been there since he could remember, of course no one called him, no one would care what an ugly monster was called, and he never told anyone his name.

I don't know why I am alive, what is the meaning of the name?

It's just that now, it seems to be a little different...

Seeing him nodding, Nan Xing said, "Since you can talk, don't keep nodding and shaking your head."

She was going to leave sooner or later, and she could only stay for a while, and he still had to rely on him for the rest of the day. If she left and he became the pitiful little man he was before, that was not what she wanted to see.

Rong Jue instinctively wanted to be obedient and nodded, but under her gaze, he forcibly held back, bit his lower lip, feeling a little helpless...

Nan Xing asked softly, "Don't you like talking?"

He didn't speak or nod, which seemed to be his acquiescence.

Nan Xing asked again: "Aren't you even willing to tell me?"

Rong Jue's eyelashes trembled, he hurriedly waved his hands, his lips moved slightly, and a slightly hoarse voice came out, "No, it's not..."

"what is that?"

Rong Jue's face turned slightly pale. He wanted to make his sentences smoother, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't speak, "My, my, my voice...is not good, good, nice, or..."

233 was in a hurry, and completed the words for him: "I'm still stuttering."

Nan Xing's heart tightened inexplicably. A child who is not good-looking, has a bad voice, and still stutters. He has no relatives. One can imagine how difficult it is to survive.

She clearly knew that she was not a bodhisattva who sympathized with all living beings, but this child always made her feel bad.

The more we get in touch, the more pitiful and cute he feels.

Seeing that he was sweating so anxiously, Nan Xing comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry, just speak slowly."

Looking at her gentle eyes, Rong Jue seemed to be less nervous, "My voice is very hard to hear, and my speech is intermittent."

Nan Xing was more gentle, "So you don't like talking, right?"

Rong Jue nodded habitually, and quickly added, "I don't like it."

But if he talks to her, he is willing.

"How long has it been since you spoke?"

Rong Jue pursed his lips, "It's nothing, I said it."

Nan Xing was thoughtful, she found that he didn't stutter very much when he was not in a hurry.

Explain that this can actually be corrected. His stuttering is a psychological problem. Maybe it’s because his voice is ugly, he was ridiculed and stimulated, and left psychological trauma, so he just stopped talking. Even if he did, he didn’t know how to organize it. language.

But is the sound bad?
His voice was indeed hoarse and dry, but that had something to do with the fact that he barely spoke.

All in all, we still need to speak more and not lose our language skills.

Thinking of this, Nan Xing said softly: "I don't think it's unpleasant, talk to me more, okay? Rong Jue."

Rong Jue's body paused, and then he was overjoyed, with some inexplicable emotions, especially obvious at the moment she called out his name.

It's not Ah Chou, it's Rong Jue.

As if it was born for her.

He looked at her with firm and clear eyes, "Okay!"

There are so many things to say, I just want to talk to her.

Nan Xing rubbed his head, "Okay, the injury hasn't healed yet, you need to rest, that's right."

A bottle of elixir appeared in her palm, she poured out one, divided it into two halves, and handed one half to him, "Take the medicine."

Rong Jue finished eating the elixir obediently, Nan Xing carried him to the room, put him on the bed, and performed a cleaning technique on him.

"Sleep, call me if you need anything."

She was about to leave when a small hand grabbed the corner of her clothes suddenly, she turned her head and looked over, "Huh?"

Rong Jue blinked, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"South Star."

After finishing speaking, she pulled out the corner of her clothes, "Okay, go to sleep."

Rong Jue watched her figure leave, lying on the soft bed, his thin hands grabbed the edge of the quilt, he curled his mouth, and recited her name over and over in his heart, the more he recited it, the more pleasant it sounded...

Today is the happiest day he has ever had...

(End of this chapter)