He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

The matter of deciding on a name.

Qiao Wangshu had no idea.

So I thought of going to Mo Beichen's study to find some books for reference.

This day.

Mo Beichen was holding an online video conference in his study.

Qiao Wangshu pushed the door open, pointed at the bookshelf, and signaled to him that she was looking for a book.

Mo Beichen nodded lovingly, then looked at the computer screen.

The senior executives who participated in the video conference instantly guessed who the Third Master was flirting with. The Third Master had not come to the consortium for a long time and stayed with the Third Madam every day. He finally had a meeting with them and even showed them his love.

It’s just that!

Qiao Wangshu found some miscellaneous books.

It talks about history, humanities, local customs, astronomy and geography.

She left the study with the book in her arms and returned to her room.

Sitting on the small sofa, she picked up a book and flipped through it.

The bookmark fell out.

It fell right on her legs.

She picked up the bookmark, and there was a poem on it. It was not on the bookmark itself, but someone had written it. The handwriting was very familiar to her, in wild and unrestrained cursive.

It was written by Mo Beichen himself.

"Helping the light enter the blue abyss, Beichen guards Wangshu."

Qiao Wangshu studied history.

I have a certain understanding of the elegant names of many modern things in ancient times.

She had read this half of the poem "Helping the light into the abyss" written by Yang Shen, a poet from the Ming Dynasty. The full text is: "The slender vines are on the top of the green mountain, and the light is on the abyss. The sands are rising up, and the mountains are far away. Among the thousands of green peaks, the hermit village is seen in the distance. A cry of "He Manzi" appears, and the sea gate is seen on the half wall."

The general meaning of the first sentence is: clouds fall on the mountain tops and sunlight falls into the sea.

Xianning refers to clouds and Cuiwei refers to mountains.

Fu Guang is the sun, and Cang Yuan is the sea.

Wangshu is the moon.

Beichen is the North Star!

The word "Beichen" originally has two meanings. One refers to the North Star. As the Analects of Confucius says, "Governing with virtue, one's arm is like the North Star, staying in its place and surrounded by all the stars." The second is a metaphor for emperors or respected people.

The old man of the Mo family named Mo Beichen "Beichen" because he had high hopes for him.

Qiao Wanrou named Qiao Wangshu Wangshu, which means precious and unique.

The two families were not familiar with each other at the time, and the names they gave their children had different meanings.

I never thought that there would be such a resonance.

Perhaps, somewhere in the dark, she and he had already been destined to be together.

One is the moon.

One is a star.

The North Star is a star whose position remains almost unchanged, and people often rely on it to determine directions.

From an astronomical perspective, the North Star is a star in the Ursa Minor constellation. It is a late-type F star with high luminosity, 400 light years from Earth. It has a mass five times that of the Sun and is the brightest star closest to Earth. In the constellation diagram, it is at the tip of the Ursa Minor's tail. It is not easy to change position, implying loyalty and having a firm stand.

From the perspective of love, the North Star symbolizes firmness, perseverance and eternal protection. The most popular legend about the North Star is the mutual protection between the North Star and the Moon. According to legend, the Moon was born to wait for the appearance of the North Star, and the North Star will always protect the Moon. They never leave each other and illuminate each other.

Qiao Wangshu stared at the poem on the bookmark for a long time.

Mo Beichen picked up half of Yang Shen's poem and added another half of his own.

"Helping the light enter the blue abyss, Beichen guards Wangshu."

This poem means: the sun falls into the sea, and the North Star protects the moon. By extension, it means Mo Beichen protects Qiao Wangshu.

I wonder how long this book has been on his bookshelf?

I wonder when he wrote the poem on this bookmark?

He once said that when he was a child, he always hid in the dark and peeked at her.

It turned out that he had already decided to protect her for the rest of his life.

In his previous life, he used his own life to fulfill the promise he had never made to Qiao Wangshu.

Qiao Wangshu stroked the handwritten poem on the bookmark and murmured to himself: "Achen, in this life, it's my turn to protect you."

All of a sudden.

Qiao Wangshu thought of the name of the studio.

She contacted the advertising company and confirmed the name with their staff.

After the meeting, Mo Beichen couldn't wait to go back to his room to find his wife.

After Qiao Wangshu decided on the name, he changed his WeChat avatar and then went to the studio next door to continue making clothes for Mo Beichen.

My wife is not in the bedroom.

Mo Beichen went to the studio again.

Sure enough, I saw my wife showing off the patterns.

He walked over: "Shushu."

Qiao Wangshu raised his eyes and looked at him: "Are you done?"

"Ah."

"Are you tired? Sit down."

Mo Beichen sat down next to her.

The embroidery cloth on the embroidery frame has begun to take shape.

very nice.

Compared to drawing on paper, Suzhou embroidery, which is done stitch by stitch, is more vivid.

After Qiao Wangshu finished showing off the thread in his hand, he said to him while splitting the thread: "Achen, the name of my work has been decided. You will definitely like it."

"I like it?" Mo Beichen didn't understand why she said that, and curled his lips: "As long as you like it, I like it if you like it."

Qiao Wangshu touched the mobile phone on the table at the side, opened a WeChat chat page and handed it to Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen took it in his hand.

I saw the name decided by Qiao Wangshu Studio.

The moon loves the North Star

Mo Beichen wrote the poem on the bookmark himself, so he naturally knew the meaning of Wangshu and Beichen.

This name is a very straightforward statement.

Mo Beichen's ears suddenly turned red.

And he suddenly discovered that his Shushu's profile picture had changed.

She used to use a picture of a full moon, and her profile picture with him was also a couple’s profile picture, both of which were of the moon.

Now it is...

North Star!

Qiao Wangshu put down the silk thread in his hand, turned his face, and looked him straight in the eyes: "It's been a long time since I saw you shy to the point of your ears turning red. I saw the poem you wrote on the bookmark. I have read a few books before, and they said that the moon was born to wait for the appearance of the North Star. And the North Star is there to protect the moon. They protect each other and illuminate each other. Just like us, walking side by side. Achen, the moon loves the North Star, and I love you."

Mo Beichen could feel his heart beating violently.

Jumping hard and fast.

There is nothing in this world more precious than her confession.

Whether it's sincere or not.

At this moment, his heart was beating wildly, and he bent down to hug her: "Shushu, I love you too, I love you very much."

"I know." Qiao Wangshu hugged him back: "We must love each other well, for the rest of our lives."

"Well, for life."

He held her for a moment, holding her face tenderly and kissing her lips.

The air is filled with an invisible ambiguous atmosphere.

They kissed each other passionately.

Mo Beichen's attack was fierce and he pressed forward step by step.

Qiao Wangshu gradually couldn't stand it anymore and subconsciously moved back.

Move forward.

Move forward.

……

Inching back from the bench.

The bench tilted up at one end.

The two people who were kissing passionately suddenly lost their balance.

Mo Beichen was quick to act and put his arms around Qiao Wangshu, protecting him in his arms. Just before he was about to make close contact with the ground, he cleverly turned over and hit his back on the ground. With a muffled sound, he acted as a cushion for the person in his arms.

Qiao Wangshu struggled to sit up, straddling his legs over him, and asked anxiously, "Achen, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Mo Beichen looked at her anxious and distressed appearance and pinched her waist: "If you still want to use it, why don't you get up first?"

Qiao Wangshu noticed his posture and position at this moment, and his face turned red!

Stand up quickly.

Help him up.

Mo Beichen hugged the person into his arms: "It's okay, the wooden floor doesn't hurt, I was just teasing you."

Qiao Wangshu was embarrassed and anxious, and hit his chest with his head: "I'm scared to death!"

The man's delighted chuckle fell from above her head.

How could his little wife be so cute?