Hua Jingjun was only six years old when I first met him. When he was a child, he had grown very cute with a bulging face. He sat on the bed blankly and looked at Ying Yiheng and Ying Yiting who were standing beside the bed arguing.
"Has he become an idiot? Why is he so stupid and doesn't show any reaction?" Yi Ting pointed at him and shouted.
"Yesterday Dr. Li said that he might have been too frightened and had lost his memory." Yi Heng rubbed his forehead.
"Then he doesn't even remember his name? ... It doesn't matter, we give him one," Yi Ting stepped on the edge of the bed, "Little fat man, from now on you will be called Ying Xiaozhu."
Yi Heng was silent for a moment and said, "Let's call him Ying Yi Fat. It sounds more classy."
When they almost got into a fight over the issue of fame, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed over and overturned them both, grabbed the little fat guy who still looked like an idiot by the shoulders and said, "Your name is Hua Jingjun, your surname is not Ying, remember?"
Probably because my expression was too ferocious and my tone was too terrifying, the little fat man looked at me, and after dozens of seconds, he nodded slowly.
Oh, I was ten years old then.