The cloud of twin glazed glass rises and falls for you

Chapter 5 Name Is

"Hey."

(That's from a flat conversation after dinner.)
"Dad, why did you name me Monet? Could it be that you want me to become a famous painter like Claude Monet?"

Monet's tone was full of expectation, after all, who wouldn't want their name to have a special meaning?
However, the result was... He received three gazes as if they were staring at a fool.

"Ha, did I really think too much?" Monet put down the cookie in his hand, patted the biscuit foam on his hand, and sat down on the sofa with a disappointed face.

"Monet, Monet, it means you don't want to be helpless. Mom and Dad hope that you will always be happy and have nothing to worry about." Yi Shi patted Monet's head.

"Oh, so that's the case, the meaning is not bad! What about my sister's name?"

"Mo Li, don't leave, parents hope that your sister will always be by our side."

"Two daughters!" Monet rolled his eyes, "What about the father's name? Mo Zhi, could it be... Mo wants to be sincere?"

"Stupid!" A chestnut landed on Monet's head, Mo Li leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, leaped nimbly, and sat next to Monet, there was not a drop of milk in the glass in the other hand spill out.

"Look at Dad's strict control over his wife, how could he dare not be sincere." Mo Li whispered in Monet's ear, like a devil whispering.

"What are you talking about? Two little babies?" Mo Zhi walked out of the kitchen wearing a pink lace apron, holding a plate of fruit in his hand, with a 'nuclear' smile on his face.

"Look!" Mo Li bumped Mo Nai with his elbow.

"Indeed." Monet nodded in agreement.

"Huh~" Yi Shi blew into Monet's other ear, "Mo Zhi, of course it is... don't mind me."

Monet was so frightened that he straightened up, the hell was empty, but there were three devil-like existences in this room, it was terrifying, it was extremely terrifying!
"Oh!" Monet had a flash of inspiration, "Then if you have another one, wouldn't it be called Mo Ai?"

"Hey, why?" Yi Shi snatched the durian from Monet's hand and asked while eating it.

"Mo Ai, don't suffer me!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three explosions came as promised.

(End of this chapter)