Chapter 1129 Why Didn't He Take His Father's Last Name?

"Wen Yan has made new friends?"

Wenren Zhen waited for Wu Jianhao to leave before coming over and squatting down to ask his son.

"Well,"

Wen Yan nodded his head heavily and looked at Wenren Zhen. He opened his hands wide and said with a smile:

"Wen Yan has a lot of friends, a lot of friends."

"Okay, just have a lot of friends."

Wenren Zhen reached out to pick up his son and smiled.

"We just have to make more friends. It's easier to have more friends, but we have to make more like-minded friends."

"Dad, what are like-minded friends?"

Wen Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at Wenren Zhen, clearly feeling that the word "Like-minded" was too strange.

"We share the same goal, but we share the same interests, hobbies, ideals, and beliefs."

Wenren Zhen explained solemnly to his son.

"Father, what are your ideals and beliefs?"

Wen Yan continued to ask, carrying out the situation of asking the whole story.

"The ideal is the imagination and hope for the good things in the future, and the idea of something reaching the most perfect state."

Wenren Zhen still explained to Wen Yan seriously, regardless of whether his son could understand.

"What about faith?"

Wen Yan was confused, but he still remembered that his father had one less word to explain.

"Faith is a belief in someone or something that you believe in, like..."

Jiang Nuan followed Wenren Zhen to Furong court, listening to him explain and explain to his son all the way, and even quote scriptures. For a moment, he felt that this moment was wonderful.

Wenren Zhen was very busy and had very little time with his son, but as long as he was free, he was willing to play with Wen Yan, and while accompanying Wen Yan, he could also guide the child's upward thoughts and positive energy.

While jiang nuan was sighing, Wen Yan, who was held in Wenren Zhen's arms, asked again:

"Dad, why is my name two words and your name three words?"

"No, your name is a word, and mine is a word."

Wenren Zhen looked at his son in surprise.

"Who said that?"

Wen Yan pouted and shouted,

"Look, your name is Wenren Zhen. These are three words. My name is Wen Yan. These are two words."

Wen Yan raised his finger and argued with Wenren Zhen as he spoke.

"Look, left hand, your name, three words, right hand, my name, two words."

"Poof..."

Jiang Nuan, who was following behind, couldn't help laughing when he heard his son's serious question.

Wenren Zhen also smiled and quickly pulled his son's little hand down before explaining seriously:

"Wen Yan, father's name is a word, because father's surname is wen ren. Remember, wen ren is not his father's name, but his surname, and his name is zhen."

"Surname wen ren?" Hearing this, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, "No, Wu Jianhao said that his surname is one word. For example, his surname is wu and his name is Jian Hao. Dad, your surname should be the same."

"My father's surname is not wen. My father's surname is wen ren."

Wenren Zhen continued to explain seriously to Wen Yan:

"There are hundreds of surnames in china. Of course, there are more than a hundred. Among these surnames, there are single surnames and multiple surnames. For example, the surname of Wu Jianhao is wu. He is a single surname, while his father's surname is wen ren, which is a multiple surname. Of course, besides wen ren, there are also Ouyang, eldest grandson, Nangong and so on."

"Then grandpa's surname is wen ren, right?"

Wen Yan looked at Wenren Zhen again and asked.

"Yes, grandpa's surname is wen ren, too."

Wenren Zhen nodded and praised his son with a smile.

"Dad is surnamed after grandpa. China is a patriarchal society. Usually, a child's surname is whatever his father's surname is."

When Wen Yan heard Wenren Zhen's words, he immediately became unhappy and couldn't help shouting:

"Then why didn't I have a surname? Mom said my surname was wen? Do I have a father named wen?"

"Nonsense!"

Wenren Zhen glared at his son.

"There is only one father. You are my son. Don't talk nonsense in the future."

"Since I'm your son, why don't I have a family name?"

Wen Yan immediately shouted angrily,

"Those kids said that I didn't have a last name with dad. I'm definitely not dad's child, woo..."

Wen Yan burst into tears, which scared Wenren Zhen, and Jiang Nuan, who was following him, was also shocked in an instant.

In the face of the child's problem, I didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

If the child was older, it would be easy to explain. Wen Yan was only two years old, and he probably didn't understand such a complicated relationship if he wanted to explain to him why his surname was wen.

In fact, a child like Wen Yan probably doesn't know how to discuss surnames.

They probably played in the plaza during the day and met older children, such as Wu Jianhao's or older children than Wu Jianhao, and they talked about this topic.

"Okay, Wen Yan, stop crying."

Wenren Zhen gently patted his son on the back and quickly comforted him.

"Who told you you didn't have your father's last name? Hmm?"

"Children playing in the square... And... Which aunts..."

Wen Yan sobbed and twitched.

"They all said... They said I didn't have my father's last name... They also said... Woo woo..."

Seeing that his son was crying so badly, Jiang Nuan was also sad. He reached out to hug Wen Yan, but Wenren Zhen rejected him.

"You still have one in your stomach, so don't hug him. This brat is calm."

Wenren Zhen whispered to her, then went to comfort his crying son.

"All right, Wen Yan, stop crying."

Wenren Zhen hurriedly put his hand on his son's back, then explained softly:

"Don't listen to their nonsense. You are also surnamed after your father."

"But... But... My name is Wen Yan."

Wen Yan sobbed, tears still falling down her face.

"Your name is Wen Yan, because that's your name."

Wenren Zhen quickly explained to his son:

"Haven't you seen Wu Jianhao? Is his grandmother calling him Jian Hao?"

"Yes."

Wen Yan finally stopped crying and looked at Wenren Zhen with tearful eyes, obviously waiting for his next words.

"So, we usually call you Wen Yan. We call you by your first name. In fact, your last name is famous. You call him Wen Yan by his first and last name."

"Really?"

Wen Yan asked doubtfully, then turned to look at Jiang Nuan.

"Mom, do I really call wen ren Wen Yan?"

Jiang Nuan nodded, took a deep breath, held back his moist eyes, and then said softly:

"That's right. You are famous for your first and last name, Wen Yan, but we are used to calling you by your first name."

"Then why don't you call me by my first name?" Wen Yan tilted his head and asked.