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The first time I heard her name was one morning after the sophomore class in high school, the head teacher called her name.

The three words were spit out in a slightly hoarse voice, Luo Chuliang.

Along with the name, there was a lazy and charming voice.

It came in a very brief sound, with a slight trailing sound, which hooked people's minds for no reason.

I was sitting in the first row of the fourth group. I was silently remembering the chronology of the establishment of Chinese dynasties with my chin resting on one hand and eyes downcast. When I heard the name, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Turning his head suddenly to see what the owner of the name looked like, there was a crisp ding from the base of his ear... twisting his neck.

Fortunately, I still remember that of course I was in class, and I gritted my teeth and choked back the three words "Ouch, hello" that had come to my lips.

But at this time the head teacher clicked on my name - "Li Xiaozhu".

I was startled when my name was called suddenly, and I subconsciously opened my mouth to answer, but the word that was blocked just now swished out the moment I opened my mouth.

So I thought about answering in my heart, but when I opened my mouth, there was a loud sound—"Ouch!"

The class suddenly burst into laughter, and it was a shame.

I felt that my face seemed to be on fire, and I quickly turned my head around with my palms on my neck.

I looked up and met the head teacher Bao Gong's sharp eyes, which scared me to lower my head quickly, pretending to be serious and continue to look at my historical data book.

Look, what to look at, I don't want to, I twisted my neck, I muttered to myself.

The roll call is still going on, and students arrive one after another, but I can't listen to it anymore, and the name Luo Chuliang is all I can think of.

Luo Chuliang, Luocheng is slightly cool in early summer, hey, it sounds so good. When I hear this name, I feel refreshed and immortal. How can other people's names be so fairy-like and so comfortable?

Where is it like me, Li Xiaozhu, I complained about my name in my heart for the nth time.

Recalling a certain noon in the first year of high school——

After my nickname "Little Pig" was once again known to everyone, I finally couldn't help it.

Faced with confusion, he changed his usual slow motion, grabbed his schoolbag and rode his bicycle back home.

When I opened the door, I yelled "Mom!"

At that time, my mother was walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of yellow and brown things. When she saw me, she immediately showed a kind smile of the same style as Grandma Wolf.

"It's just right for me to come back. The steamed pork liver with loofah flowers just out of the pan is best eaten while it's hot."

"..." Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?Why do I have to come back so early today?

I looked at the bowl of sauce-brown pork liver, and the corners of my mouth kept twitching.

My mother didn't know where to get the folk prescription. She said that steamed pork liver with loofah flowers has a miraculous effect on treating myopia.

I can understand my mother's painstaking efforts, but she has to make people eat this food.

Thinking of the greasy, fishy, ​​astringent and bitter taste of the last time I ate this stuff, I wanted to run away.

The question I wanted to ask when I came back in such a hurry, I didn’t know which Java country I had been forgotten for a long time. Fortunately, my witty mother reminded me.

"You just seem to have something urgent to tell me?"

"What?" I was still immersed in the bitterness of the pork liver, and it took me a long time to react.

"Yes, I want to ask you, mother, why did you name me Li Xiaozhu?"

"Your name comes from a poem I liked very much when I was young."

I was shocked at the time, what, my name can still be related to poetry and painting?I hurriedly asked my mother: "What poem?"

"You change your shoes and wash your hands first, let's talk slowly."

I quickly took off my shoes, ran to the bathroom to wash my hands, wiped my hands on the towel, ran to my mother in a hurry, and looked at her expectantly.

Mom was sitting at the dining table at this time, and patted the chair next to her, "Sit."

I sat down obediently and looked at her with small eyes bulingbuling.

Mom once again showed the same smile of Grandma Wolf, and said with a smile: "Eat this bowl of good food for eyesight, and I will tell you."

Only then did I realize that there was a bowl of soy sauce brown sauce in front of me. I thought something was wrong in my heart, so I got up and slipped away.

My mother grabbed my hand like lightning, "Don't you want to know the origin of your name? I'll tell you after eating."

With a kind smile and a soft voice, she is persuasive, there is no doubt about Grandma Wolf.

Humph, but I'm not Little Red Riding Hood.

I picked up my chopsticks and counted the pork livers in the bowl, "Six yuan? No, it's too much, it doesn't exist."

"Then you can eat five yuan."

"Up to two dollars."

"Three yuan, no less." Mom made the final decision,

I picked up a piece of pork liver and looked at my mother, "Does my name really come from a certain poem?"

"Of course, would I still lie to you?" Mom's tone was extremely determined.

I stuffed the piece of pork liver into my mouth, wrinkled my nose, and chewed mechanically, trying to control myself not to taste its taste, and after chewing it, I forced my throat to swallow them down.

In this way, I finished eating three slices of pork liver while every cell clamored to refuse.

Mother stretched out her hand again, and there were two crystal candies lying quietly in the palm.

"Wow, mom I love you."

I happily picked up two rock candies from my mother's hand and put them in my mouth, diluting the indescribable fishy smell left in my mouth.

I squinted my eyes and sucked on the rock sugar contentedly, and asked my mother vaguely: "Which poem does my name come from?"

Mom said: "Jinse,"

I stared at her blankly, "Jinse, Jinse?"

"Yeah," my mother agreed and recited it with a look of intoxication.

Jinse

Don Li Shangyin

Jinse has no end in fifty strings, a string of thoughts and a string of years.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

Can this feeling be turned into a memory?It was just at a loss. "

"I know it's this poem, but the name Li Xiaozhu has something to do with Jinse's poem? Mom, you... are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"It's true," my mother ignored my skeptical expression, and looked serious as if I was remembering.

"I remember the night you were born, your dad held you carefully and asked me what name I should give you.

At that time, I pointed to this poem by Li Shangyin, "Canghai Yuemingzhu has tears, I want to say it is called Cangyue."

But before I could open my mouth, your father said happily: "My wife, do you want our daughter to be called Li Xiaozhu?" '.

Li Xiaozhu?I thought about it for a while, and your dad thought he guessed it right, so he laughed like a fool, and he said, 'Honey, we finally have a heart-to-heart! '

Seeing him so happy, I didn't know how to refute him at that moment, I thought about how to speak, and then fell asleep..."

"and then?"

"And when I think about it again, your name has already been registered in the account book."

Hey, hello you guys... I wanted to cry, but I just wanted to complain, but my mother didn't give me this chance, she took my hand with a smile and continued to say

"But the name Li Xiaozhu is also pretty good. I think that little piggy Peppa is cute recently, oh no, you don't seem to be that pig. Hahahaha" Before she finished speaking, she laughed hahaha.

"Mother!"

"Hahaha, it's alright, let's go and serve the rice, the food will be cold by the time it's served."

……

"The bright moon in the sea has tears." I turned the pen and silently recited this poem in my heart.At this time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the class teacher shrugged his shoulders and walked out quickly.

I watched his back until he disappeared, then slipped to the podium in a mysterious manner, looked at the seating chart posted on the podium, and looked for Luo Chuliang's name.

Yes, the fifth in the second row!

His heart was pounding, and he looked nervously at that position——

uh empty?

I shuffled back to my seat, and continued flipping through the historical data book. After reading the book twice, I couldn't help but look back.

But the person in the position I was looking forward to never showed up.Until the preparation bell rang, and when I turned around, I happened to see a girl walking in through the back door.

She was wearing a khaki windbreaker, with her hands in her pockets, but her waist was straight.

The eyes are small but slender, and the high bridge of the nose looks particularly deep, but there is a trace of charming charm in the movement of the eyes.

I watched her, walked in step by step, and sat in the fifth row of the second group.

That was the first time I saw Luo Chuliang.