Ye Ning smiled, "Grandpa, you have a long life, which is a blessing in itself. A name you choose naturally carries a blessing too. How could we not like it?"
Sui Qinglan hummed lightly from the back, really, her words flow so well here, but why is she so blunt when talking to me.
The old man looked at it and said, "Hmm, this is the name."
He took out a brush and, on a piece of rice paper, elegantly wrote a few large characters.
With a few cheers, Ye Ning saw the two characters were Mu Qin.
"Good, good, this name is excellent."
"Yes, it's grand."
"Looks cultured."
"It has depth."
"Deserving of an educated person."
Ye Ning originally thought it was a particularly hard-to-understand name, but looking at it now, she really liked it.
She didn't have a strong feeling about names herself, just thought of them as a code.
For her own name, it could be anything, as long as it was hers, it was fine.
Mu Hai said, "How do you like it, Ye Ning?"
Ye Ning said, "It sounds nice."
