C6

There were two meanings to shaving one's head in the countryside: one of them was normal shaving, and the other was starting from scratch.

Ever since that day when Madam Zhang brought his and her kids to bathe and make new clothes, A Qing had become completely different. Although she still did not like to talk, and when she had nothing to do she just stared into space, but he did not want food, so he started to help the villagers do the work that they could do in exchange for money. A Qing knew the words, but he did not realize it previously, but in fact, had a lot of things to do.

When Madam Zhang saw him being so diligent, she made him sell the pearls behind Zhang Fugui, although Zhang Fugui did not know how to read the words, he had finally settled the score. The reason why Madam Zhang made A Qing follow him, was partly because he wanted A Qing to help him scheme, but on the other hand, he hoped that A Qing would be able to learn this technique, so that Zhang Fugui could take this responsibility when he was old.

When he brought A Qing there, his face was so smelly that it could not be seen. A Qing walked two steps away from him and shrunk his shoulders as he followed him, on the way back, Zhang Fugui's mouth was like a horn-shaped flower, holding a bowl with his hands as he praised A Qing's quick thinking, he clearly calculated the amount and saved himself a lot of trouble. Adding on to the fact that A Qing was so handsome that even the pearls he sold had more than usual looks, from then on, A Qing officially started selling the pearls there. The Madam Zhang was afraid of others bullying the child, so she claimed that the child was her own grandson, and really raised A Qing as her own son. Although they did not live together, the Madam Zhang cleaned houses and washed clothes and cooked for them everyday, and it was no different than if she was her own mother.

In every village, there were a few women who played with tongues, they started to gossip, saying that A Qing was pretending to be stupid, have you ever seen a fool who knows how to write and calculate? Everyone knew that Zhang Fugui had sold pearls early on in his life, and his children were promising with a lot of pensions in their possession. A Qing just wanted to get Zhang Fugui's pension.

However, they were vague about the Madam Zhang, and did not dare to go there to speak. It was better.

A Qing was very happy today, he continued to feed the child during dinner. The child had grown quite a bit recently, and his cheeks were finally covered with baby fat, making his look extremely cute.

The little kid asked A Qing while eating an egg in the bowl, "Daddy, can I really go to school now?"

A Qing vigorously nodded his head, "Mn!"

He put down his chopsticks and ran into his room to take out the cloth bag Madam Zhang had made for him, showing it to A Qing: "Father, this is something Grandma made for me. In the future, I will definitely study well and be filial to you and your grandparents."

However, when he was with A Qing, he had a lot of things to say. This was because A Qing did not like to talk, so he wanted to be with his father. He felt that if he said more, his father would be very proud, and they would be very happy together.

Hearing this, A Qing laughed even more happily.

"A Qing? A Qing? Are you there? "

Madam Zhang walked in from outside with a smile. When she saw Madam Zhang, she happily called out, "Grandmother!"

"Sigh!" "Big grandson!"

Madam Zhang walked in and happily caressed the child's head, she turned and said to A Qing: "A Qing, quickly, after we finish eating, I will bring you and the child to the main household registration."

A Qing and Doll were not locals, and had been undercover for so many years. Madam Zhang had long wanted to give them an account, but the group had never agreed to it.

In truth, A Qing did not care whether he had an account or not, but the child was very happy. He had never had a name, and wanted to have a name of his own.

After the meal, they went back to the team. The girl in charge of registration saw that A Qing was handsome, and couldn't help but take a glance at him. She was a foreigner, and had heard from the team leader that A Qing was a fool.

"What's your name?"

Zhang Fugui said: "The big one is called A Qing."

"Zhang Qing?"

"Huh?" Zhang Fugui was startled, he did not know how to react, how did he get the surname Zhang?

He and Madam Zhang looked at each other, and when the girl saw them acting like that, she said, "Didn't the secretary tell you? He is not a resident of this village, so the only way for him to get an account is to register it in your account book. If both of you are unwilling, then go back and discuss it.

"This... This secretary didn't tell me. I'm already this old, why would a son appear out of nowhere? If the villagers find out, wouldn't they be laughing at me? "

Zhang Fugui really did not know about this, he thought that the secretary had said that it was enough, that A Qing could already have his own account, and did not say that it would be put in his account, but in his heart, there was always a barrier to A Qing.

Madam Zhang turned to look at A Qing, and asked the young lady: "Does that mean that A Qing still doesn't have an account book if he doesn't have one?"

"Right." The girl nodded.

The Madam Zhang did not hesitate and decisively said: "Alright, from today onwards, A Qing will be called Zhang Qing and will be my son from now on."

"What!" Zhang Fugui's face was filled with astonishment, she pulled Madam Zhang and said: "How can this be okay, if the villagers knew that I have a foolish son, wouldn't they be making fun of me?"

"This matter is decided. If anyone dares to call my son stupid, I will be in a hurry with them!"

Madam Zhang shook Zhang Fugui off and pulled Zhang Qing in front of the young lady: "That's how it will be done, Zhang Qing, I'll be called Zhang Qing."

The girl looked at Zhang Fugui, and saw that his old face was red, but she did not dare say anything, and knew that he was a coward. "How old are you?"

Madam Zhang was startled, just when she wanted to say that you can write it yourself, A Qing said with a hoarse voice: "Twenty-eight."

Madam Zhang was stunned when she heard it. On one hand, she was surprised that A Qing knew how old he was, and on the other hand, she felt pain in her heart, thinking back to when A Qing came to the village. He was only a little over 20 years old, and was wearing tattered clothes with his hair covering his face.

The girl asked, "What's the child's name?"

A Qing said: "Guo Jingjing."

The lady blinked her eyes: "Guo Jingjing? "His surname is Guo?"

A Qing lowered his head, and snorted from his throat.

Then he turned to Madam Zhang and asked, "Can I?"

Although Madam Zhang didn't understand why A Qing had given the kid such a name, he didn't object. It wasn't as if there were no children in the village who didn't have a father surname, many children became sworn relatives and followed the name of the foster father. Since A Qing had said that, he definitely had his own reasons, so he nodded and said: "Alright, whatever you say, the surname will be whatever you name be, the child is your child."

A Qing nodded, and repeated himself while pinching the child's little hand: "I'll be called Guo Jingjing."

A Qing knew that he had forgotten a lot of things from the past. He indeed did not remember his surname, and at the age he was, there was a person who had just mentioned to him: In the future, my son, just call him Guo Jingjing, A Qing, okay?