"You call him Brother Lu. His surname is Lu." The old man told the child in front of the young man's words.

"road?"

"Yes, the road on the road. Is it a rare surname?"

Leilei didn't know how to write the road, so he asked his father for paper and pen to the brother next door, and asked his brother to write his brother's name.

The old man knew that it was inconvenient for young people, so he took the paper and pen to help the young people write. When Leilei took back the note, he looked at the three Chinese characters on it. Sorry, the young man had just learned to write and couldn't understand it at all, so he had to ask his father for advice.

"This is the road. The road. The two words behind it are Mingyu. Ming is the bright Ming. Yu is the universe." Meng Chenhao said word by word to his son.

Leilei followed his father to read his brother's name repeatedly. After reading it a few times, the young master remembered it and nodded: "Lu Mingyu."

The young man seemed a little embarrassed to hear it, and turned his face and looked out the window.

The train was now on, and began to leave the city and enter the rural tracks.

"Where are you getting off?" After two years of familiarity, the old man next door asked them about the itinerary of the father and son.

"We'll go find my mother. My mother works in the countryside." Leilei told the old uncle.

"Your mother is—"

"My mother is a teacher." Leilei said, remembering the woman who wanted to pretend to be his mother. She is so shameless. How can that kind of woman pretend to be a teacher?

"The teacher is great," said the old man.

Leilei nodded and asked, "Where are you going, brother?"

"You said Brother Lu? We got off at the next station." The old man said.

My brother got out of the car so quickly, Leilei was stunned and a little disappointed when he heard this.

"You know Brother Lu's name. In the future, you can write to Brother Lu when you go to school." The old man said to the child.

When Leilei heard this, he immediately raised his little hand: "My little aunt wrote to her pen pal."

"Did your aunt write a letter to the pen pal?" The old man heard the child's answer and felt that the child's brain circuit was wonderful and couldn't help laughing.

Leilei didn't know what grandfather laughed about, but his aunt had written letters with others for several years. His master knew that, and what he said was the truth.

"Only when you go to school seriously and study good books, you can write letters to others like your little aunt." The old man stopped laughing and continued to say to the child.

Leilei said: "I have a study."

My husband is studying and is studying very hard. However, his parents told him not to worry, and he has to read books every year.

Meng Chenhao was not nervous about his son's study. The atmosphere at home was there, and his son could study without anyone urging him. In fact, his son is now much faster than his peers.

After drinking the water, Leilei ate another meat bun prepared by Grandma Meng for him. After eating, he felt a little sleepy. Leilei leaned in his father's arms and would not sleep like a pig. Meng Chenhao put a piece of clothes on his sleeping son to avoid catching a cold.

When Leilei woke up, the brother and grandpa next door were gone and the other person had changed. The young master was a little angry with him. He had known that he would not sleep in and wanted to say goodbye to his brother.

"It's okay, grandpa has left you my brother's address." Meng Chenhao showed the address note left by the old man to his son, "You will write to your brother when you grow up."

Leilei immediately took a note with his brother's address, and he couldn't understand the Chinese characters on it, but why did the string of symbols seem to have seen somewhere in the eyes of his master? Leilei's little hand couldn't help but grab his little head: Where did he see it? "You call him Brother Lu. His surname is Lu." The old man told the child in front of the young man's words.

"road?"

"Yes, the road on the road. Is it a rare surname?"

Leilei didn't know how to write the road, so he asked his father for paper and pen to the brother next door, and asked his brother to write his brother's name.

The old man knew that it was inconvenient for young people, so he took the paper and pen to help the young people write. When Leilei took back the note, he looked at the three Chinese characters on it. Sorry, the young man had just learned to write and couldn't understand it at all, so he had to ask his father for advice.

"This is the road. The road. The two words behind it are Mingyu. Ming is the bright Ming. Yu is the universe." Meng Chenhao said word by word to his son.

Leilei followed his father to read his brother's name repeatedly. After reading it a few times, the young master remembered it and nodded: "Lu Mingyu."

The young man seemed a little embarrassed to hear it, and turned his face and looked out the window.

The train was now on, and began to leave the city and enter the rural tracks.

"Where are you getting off?" After two years of familiarity, the old man next door asked them about the itinerary of the father and son.

"We'll go find my mother. My mother works in the countryside." Leilei told the old uncle.

"Your mother is—"

"My mother is a teacher." Leilei said, remembering the woman who wanted to pretend to be his mother. She is so shameless. How can that kind of woman pretend to be a teacher?

"The teacher is great," said the old man.

Leilei nodded and asked, "Where are you going, brother?"

"You said Brother Lu? We got off at the next station." The old man said.

My brother got out of the car so quickly, Leilei was stunned and a little disappointed when he heard this.

"You know Brother Lu's name. In the future, you can write to Brother Lu when you go to school." The old man said to the child.

When Leilei heard this, he immediately raised his little hand: "My little aunt wrote to her pen pal."

"Did your aunt write a letter to the pen pal?" The old man heard the child's answer and felt that the child's brain circuit was wonderful and couldn't help laughing.

Leilei didn't know what grandfather laughed about, but his aunt had written letters with others for several years. His master knew that, and what he said was the truth.

"Only when you go to school seriously and study good books, you can write letters to others like your little aunt." The old man stopped laughing and continued to say to the child.

Leilei said: "I have a study."

My husband is studying and is studying very hard. However, his parents told him not to worry, and he has to read books every year.

Meng Chenhao was not nervous about his son's study. The atmosphere at home was there, and his son could study without anyone urging him. In fact, his son is now much faster than his peers.

After drinking the water, Leilei ate another meat bun prepared by Grandma Meng for him. After eating, he felt a little sleepy. Leilei leaned in his father's arms and would not sleep like a pig. Meng Chenhao put a piece of clothes on his sleeping son to avoid catching a cold.

When Leilei woke up, the brother and grandpa next door were gone and the other person had changed. The young master was a little angry with him. He had known that he would not sleep in and wanted to say goodbye to his brother.

"It's okay, grandpa has left you my brother's address." Meng Chenhao showed the address note left by the old man to his son, "You will write to your brother when you grow up."

Leilei immediately took a note with his brother's address, and he couldn't understand the string of Chinese characters on it, but why did the string of symbols seem to have seen somewhere in the eyes of his master? Leilei's little hand couldn't help but grab his little head: Where did he see it?

The full text is free to read in my bookstore. “You call him Brother Lu. His surname is Lu.” The old man told the child in front of the young man’s words.

"road?"

"Yes, the road on the road. Is it a rare surname?"

Leilei didn't know how to write the road, so he asked his father for paper and pen to the brother next door, and asked his brother to write his brother's name.

The old man knew that it was inconvenient for young people, so he took the paper and pen to help the young people write. When Leilei took back the note, he looked at the three Chinese characters on it. Sorry, the young man had just learned to write and couldn't understand it at all, so he had to ask his father for advice.

"This is the road. The road. The two words behind it are Mingyu. Ming is the bright Ming. Yu is the universe." Meng Chenhao said word by word to his son.

Leilei followed his father to read his brother's name repeatedly. After reading it a few times, the young master remembered it and nodded: "Lu Mingyu."

The young man seemed a little embarrassed to hear it, and turned his face and looked out the window.

The train was now on, and began to leave the city and enter the rural tracks.

"Where are you getting off?" After two years of familiarity, the old man next door asked them about the itinerary of the father and son.

"We'll go find my mother. My mother works in the countryside." Leilei told the old uncle.

"Your mother is—"

"My mother is a teacher." Leilei said, remembering the woman who wanted to pretend to be his mother. She is so shameless. How can that kind of woman pretend to be a teacher?

"The teacher is great," said the old man.

Leilei nodded and asked, "Where are you going, brother?"

"You said Brother Lu? We got off at the next station." The old man said.

My brother got out of the car so quickly, Leilei was stunned and a little disappointed when he heard this.

"You know Brother Lu's name. In the future, you can write to Brother Lu when you go to school." The old man said to the child.

When Leilei heard this, he immediately raised his little hand: "My little aunt wrote to her pen pal."

"Did your aunt write a letter to the pen pal?" The old man heard the child's answer and felt that the child's brain circuit was wonderful and couldn't help laughing.

Leilei didn't know what grandfather laughed about, but his aunt had written letters with others for several years. His master knew that, and what he said was the truth.

"Only when you go to school seriously and study good books, you can write letters to others like your little aunt." The old man stopped laughing and continued to say to the child.

Leilei said: "I have a study."

My husband is studying and is studying very hard. However, his parents told him not to worry, and he has to read books every year.

Meng Chenhao was not nervous about his son's study. The atmosphere at home was there, and his son could study without anyone urging him. In fact, his son is now much faster than his peers.

After drinking the water, Leilei ate another meat bun prepared by Grandma Meng for him. After eating, he felt a little sleepy. Leilei leaned in his father's arms and would not sleep like a pig. Meng Chenhao put a piece of clothes on his sleeping son to avoid catching a cold.

When Leilei woke up, the brother and grandpa next door were gone and the other person had changed. The young master was a little angry with him. He had known that he would not sleep in and wanted to say goodbye to his brother.

"It's okay, grandpa has left you my brother's address." Meng Chenhao showed the address note left by the old man to his son, "You will write to your brother when you grow up."

Leilei immediately took a note with his brother's address, and he couldn't understand the string of Chinese characters on it, but why did the string of symbols seem to have seen somewhere in the eyes of his master? Leilei's little hand couldn't help but grab his little head: Where did he see it?

The full text is free to read in my bookstore. “You call him Brother Lu. His surname is Lu.” The old man told the child in front of the young man’s words.

"road?"
To be continued...