Chapter 57

Seeing that the little wolf cub didn't say anything for a long time, the little white deer couldn't help but tilt his head, "Number eight?"

The little wolf cub avoided his gaze and saw the cup of water on the table. He quickly said, "Seven... Yoyo, I'm thirsty. Can I drink from your cup?"

The little white deer looked at him suspiciously, and even Su Ci couldn't help but look at the little wolf cub curiously.

The boy's intention to change the subject was too obvious for anyone to see, so...

Why did he change the subject?

The little white deer didn't answer, so No. 8 stood up, picked up his cup to get some water, and then drank the water in gulps under the watchful eyes of the children and the breeder.

When he finished drinking the water, he found that both of them were still looking at him.

The boy couldn't help but wrinkle his face and muttered, "It's been so long, I forgot! I think calling me number eight is fine..."

"But that's a number, not our name," said the little white deer.

As a precocious child, his views are consistent with Su Shi's poems, and of course this is indeed true.

The little wolf cub pursed his lips. Unable to refute, he could only cross his arms and tilt his head. "Anyway, I don't like my old name. I want to be called Number Eight!"

The little white deer blinked his eyes. When he heard him calling himself "little master" again, he didn't feel disgusted or irritated this time.

Because he suddenly realized that this seemed to be a form of self-protection for No. 8, as if he always pretended to be strong in order not to be bullied.

So number eight also has moments like this?

The little white deer felt that it was not until today that he truly understood this little wolf. Although the little wolf was really stupid and had the ferocious nature of a carnivore, he still had a good side when his bloodline power was not in chaos.

"Okay then." The little white deer nodded and followed his words, "I'll still call you Number Eight from now on."

However, even though Number Seven had clearly agreed with him, the little wolf cub still felt unhappy.

"Your name is so nice." The boy said sourly.

Yo yo, it sounds cute and it matches the appearance of number seven quite well.

The little white deer tilted his head. Although No. 8 was praising him, he could feel that the little wolf cub, who had been very happy, was in a bad mood.

It was the name before number 8. Isn’t it nice?

He thought for a moment and said, "Yoyo is my nickname. I don't remember my real name."

The wolf cub was puzzled, "What's the nickname?"

"It's just a name that's convenient to call. A full name should be more formal." The little white deer looked at the boy and said, "So, a person can have two names."

As if he understood something, the boy's beautiful green eyes suddenly lit up, "You mean..."

"If you don't like your previous name, you can choose a new one." The little white deer smiled faintly. When he smiled, there was a dimple at the corner of his mouth, and with his silver-white curly hair, he looked smart and cute.

It was also the first time that the little wolf cub saw Number Seven smile. He was stunned for a moment, and then his attention was diverted by the name.

"Wow, you're so smart!"

It turns out you can even give yourself a name!

The little wolf cub became excited, and his big tail that had been hanging on the ground rose up again. "Then I'll give myself a real name! The one I had before was just a nickname, and it wasn't nice at all! I don't want to be called that name!"

As an orphan adopted and raised by space pirates, he was lucky enough to have enough food, warm clothes and some snacks. His name was definitely just a random one.

Even though the little wolf cub had only been in the nursery for less than a year, when he recalled his previous life in the pirate base, it felt like a dream.

Although he didn't like staying in the room and would run out whenever he got the chance, he also didn't like being sprayed with tranquilizers, and he didn't like staying in the closed medical cabin...but the little wolf cub was perhaps the only one among all the cubs who really wanted to stay in the nursery forever.

Because here, even if he loses a fight, he still has food to eat. Even if he dismantles all the furniture, the nanny robot will quickly replace it with new one. If he gets injured, he can get medical treatment quickly. If he's cold, there's heating, and if he's warm, there's air conditioning...

Even if the adults privately called them little monsters, hated them, or even feared them, at least, these adults would not hurt him. At least... he didn't have to be locked in a cage or tied around the neck with a dog chain.

It was not until he was rescued from the pirate base and sent to the nursery that No. 8 realized that he was actually a majestic Night Wolf and not an unwanted stray dog!

He doesn't want the name of the past at all!

"What kind of name do you want to take?" The voice of the little white deer brought the little wolf cub back to his senses.

The young boy, who was originally extremely excited, couldn't help but frown and became a little confused.

"What's your name..."

He can't even recognize all the numbers, so naming is too difficult for him!

However, the little wolf cub soon thought of something. He turned his head and looked at the breeder next to him who was eating potato chips again.

If you have any problems, just ask the breeder! The breeder will definitely help him!

Noticing the wolf cub's expectant gaze, Su Ci paused, then looked at the young man rubbing against him and wagged his tail at him flatteringly, "Keeper Su, can you give me a name?"

The boy's voice softened again, and compared to his previous violent and fierce voice, he was like a completely different person.

Behind them, the little white deer widened its eyes slightly.

It turns out that Number 8 is like this in front of the breeder!

Moreover, he also keenly noticed that the relationship between the keeper and the wolf cub seemed to be better than that with him, his "ally"... Just now, the wolf cub pulled the keeper to the corridor.

The little white deer's mood couldn't help but become a little subtle.

Number Eight didn't notice the change in the little white deer's eyes. He was trying to please the breeder, wanting him to help him choose a nice name.

Just when the boy was about to exchange it by touching the ears or tail again, he heard the breeder say okay and then put away the bag of potato chips.

Huh?

The little wolf cub was stunned when he saw the keeper being so straightforward for the first time, with confusion written in his green eyes.

As for Su Ci, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, then took out paper and pen, placed them on No. 7's desk, and then sat down beside No. 7's small bed.

Noticing the keeper's seriousness, the little wolf cub's playful and ingratiating expression disappeared and he couldn't help but become serious.

From the attitude of the breeder, the boy vaguely felt that naming was something that needed to be taken seriously.

This was a treatment he had never received before.

The little wolf cub felt that he was valued, and a sour emotion flowed through his heart. He didn't know what that emotion was called, but he just felt a little sour in his nose.

The boy moved the small chair number seven over and sat down obediently next to Su Ci.

The little white deer couldn't help but come over.

The two children gathered around Su Ci, looking at him intently with pure trust and curiosity.

Su Ci did not begin immediately. Instead, he moved the paper and pen in front of the wolf cub and said to him, "Here, write your real name."

Number Eight was stunned. He couldn't write! And...

He really didn't like the previous name...

The little white deer next to him also felt that the breeder was going too far. He opened his mouth and was about to say something for the wolf cub, but unexpectedly, the wolf cub had already picked up the pen.

Number Eight didn't know why he picked up the pen. He looked at the white paper in front of him, watched the tip of the pen fall on the paper, and wrote crookedly... or rather drew a pattern.

Watching the black pattern take shape on the paper, the little wolf cub was stunned when the last stroke was put.

He looked at the pattern, and a very mysterious feeling emerged in his heart, but he couldn't say what kind of feeling it was.

Was that his previous name?

That shouldn't be the case. No one taught him to read, and no one told him what his previous name looked like, so he didn't even know how to write his own name.

So, what does this pattern mean?

It looked so different from any words he'd seen before! Maybe he just drew it randomly? But... he thought the pattern was beautiful! He loved it!

The little wolf cub put down his pen, stared at the pattern for a long time, and memorized it deeply in his mind.

Su Ci was also looking at the pattern.

To be precise, it is the real name of the little wolf cub. It’s just that No. 8’s talent is not as good as A Yan’s, and his degree of completion is not high. But at his age, being able to achieve this level is actually very good.

Moreover, this is not a problem for the knowledgeable Su Ci.

"Have you finished writing?" Su Ci asked.

The little wolf cub came back to his senses and nodded. It should be... finished, right?

Number Seven next to him was looking at the pattern on the white paper. Although he knew only a few more characters than Number Eight, he really couldn't tell that this was a single character!

However, the keeper and the wolf cub seemed quite satisfied, which made Number Seven a little confused.

"What is this...?"

Little White Deer didn't dare to say it was just some random graffiti, so he asked uncertainly, "How do you read it?"

Su Ci tore off the paper and wrote a word on another piece of paper.

Lang.

The little wolf cub couldn't help but open his eyes wide, "Wow! Su... Su Su, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

It was too difficult to always call the keeper Su, so the little wolf cub simply learned 4586. It is simple and convenient to call, and it is a nickname as nice as Yoyo!

Su Ci didn't correct him. After all, he was used to hearing 4586 called that.

"What is this word?" the little white deer asked again, his bright blue-black eyes full of curiosity.

"This word is pronounced lang." Su Ci said.

"Is this the wolf of Night Wolf?" The little wolf cub stared at the word, and even had a kind of piety on his face.

However, Su Ci shook his head and said, "It's pronounced the same way, but it's not the same character."

"What does this word mean?" the little white deer asked again.

"A stone as beautiful as jade." Su Ci explained.

"Jade, what is it?" the little white deer asked curiously.

Su Ci hesitated for a moment and took out a button from the space button. When he opened his palm, the button had turned into a white peace locket.

"This is made of jade."

He gestured for the little white deer to stretch out his hand, and then gently placed the jade buckle on his palm. "The jade buckle is also known as the peace buckle, which means peace and prosperity."

"In ancient times, people liked to wear it on their bodies to pray for good luck, health, and happiness."

When the little white deer heard his words, a little light suddenly flickered in its eyes, as beautiful as the starry sky at night.

"Hold the jade buckle for peace..." He stared at the jade buckle on his hand and muttered.

This jade button is pure white and transparent. The white is spotless and bright, yet much softer than snow. When you hold it in your hand, it is cold at first, but slowly, after being soaked in body temperature, it becomes warm.

Lang, a beautiful stone like jade...

"I think this name is very suitable for number eight!" The little white deer raised his head, smiled faintly, and said to Su Ci.

The little wolf cub was also staring at the jade button. When he heard what the little white deer said, his face heated up slightly. Then he reached out and took the jade button, playing with it carefully in his hand.

This thing called jade is really beautiful...

Since jade was mentioned, Su Ci said a little more, "In addition to making peace buckles, jade can also be made into many other things, such as jade pendants, jade hairpins, jade bracelets, and even flutes."

Hearing this, the two children exclaimed "Wow" at the same time.

"A flute made of jade!"

“That’s going to be really nice!”

Looking at the two children's bright eyes, Su Ci almost couldn't help but conjure up a jade flute for them.

However, he still controlled himself. After all, although soul power can be restored through sleep, it should be used wisely and not just for fun.

"Okay, let's continue with the naming."

Su Ci brought the topic back to the topic, and the two children turned their attention to the paper again.

"Hasn't it been taken?" the little wolf cub asked in confusion.

He was particularly satisfied with the name "Lang". It was as beautiful as jade, but as hard as stone. It was both beautiful and powerful. He felt that there was no name more suitable for him!

Su Ci took a look at the "ghostly talisman" that the little wolf cub had just drawn, and added another word after the word "Lang".

"Langze."

Su Ci read out loud, "This is your name."

Of course, this is not exactly the wolf cub's real name, but it is very close to the meaning of the pattern he drew. As the wolf cub continues to grow and comprehend, perhaps one day he will be able to truly write out that real name.

"Langze..."

The little wolf cub was stunned. He read the name the breeder had given him. For some reason, he suddenly felt something in his heart telling him, "That's right! This is the name!"

That's his name!

"Great! I have a name! I like this name!" Although he was smiling heartily, the young boy's bright green eyes seemed to be slightly red.

He cheered and jumped up and down on the spot to hide the nausea that was welling up in his nose.

Although the little white deer really wanted to know what the word "Ze" meant, seeing the little wolf cub so happy, he didn't ask, but clapped his hands.

The completely relaxed little deer was quiet and delicate. Even when he smiled, he only slightly curved the corners of his lips, revealing a small dimple. He had a completely different personality from the little wolf cub, but was equally adorable.

At this time, the little wolf stopped, looked at the little white deer and said, "Yo Yo, didn't you say you don't remember your real name? Then let Su Su give you another one!"

As he spoke, he looked at Su Ci and asked eagerly, "Is it okay?"

Upon hearing this, the little white deer couldn't help but look at the breeder.

The keeper is really amazing. He can give the wolf cub a nice name with a beautiful meaning based on the wolf cub's random graffiti!

He knew that the keeper had definitely not chosen it randomly, because when he looked at the pattern drawn by the little wolf cub and then at the words written by the keeper on the white paper, he felt in his heart that they matched.

It’s as if these two words represent the pattern. This feeling is really great!

Langze...it sounds so nice.

Not as simple as his name...

Su Ci glanced at the little white deer, as if he could read his thoughts. He tore off the paper and handed two sheets to the wolf cub while reciting, "The deer calls, eating wild apples. I have guests, playing the harp and the flute."

"Your name is simple, but not ordinary."

The little white deer was stunned. "Yo Yo, the deer calls, eating wild apples..."

The child's clear and childish voice, when reciting this ancient poem, was so catchy that it gave people a sense of dislocation as if traveling through time and space and intersecting with ancient times, which made Su Ci feel dazed for a moment.

"What does this sentence mean?" the little white deer couldn't help but ask.

Although he didn't understand the meaning, just by reading it, he felt there was a wonderful charm in it. He thought that this sentence was very beautiful.

"This is a poem." Su Ci corrected.

"Poetry?" The little white deer tilted its head.

Little Wolf… no, Little Langze also came over and sat down next to Su Ci. "What is poetry?"

"Poetry, also known as poetry, is a literary genre of the human race. It has a natural rhythm and was first created in the form of singing. It is a very interesting cultural form."

Su Ci casually talked about the civilization that once existed on this planet, and the two children listened attentively. It was like a torch of civilization inheritance, which had been extinguished for countless thousands of years and had ignited a spark again. It was weak, but it represented hope.

Little Langze, who had listened to Su Ci's lectures, had become accustomed to his way of teaching, or rather, he liked the things that the breeder described to them as if he had come up with them at random.

It's as if those things really existed a long, long time ago, and it sounds very interesting.

"Then can you sing?" asked little Langze.

He was clearly naming the little white deer, but the conversation ended up going off on to other topics. However, the little white deer wasn't impatient at all, but was listening with great interest.

He loved the poem the keeper had just read to him and wanted to know everything there was to know about it!

Su Ci looked at the two children's burning gazes, and finally spoke helplessly, chanting in a low voice.

Little Langze and Little White Deer couldn't help but widen their eyes.

They listened attentively to the ethereal and distant chanting. Although they could not understand the mysterious language, it did not prevent them from feeling a kind of beauty, a natural and divine beauty.

The young man who was chanting ancient poetry had an already outstanding appearance, and now he had a temperament that was difficult to describe in words.

His whole body seemed to emit a layer of soft light, making it impossible to take your eyes off him. Even after he finished chanting, the two children were still unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

As for Su Ci, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Because, when he finished chanting, he found that the almost imperceptible power of rules lingering around him became a little more active than before.

Although the change was very subtle and easily overlooked, Su Ci still noticed it.

What's going on? Su Ci frowned and thought.

Soon, he had the answer.

Rules are everywhere, and the strength of rules, to a certain extent, is very dependent on the prosperity of civilization. Civilization can also be said to be a gathering of rules, and the prosperity of civilization is inseparable from the carrier of life.

It goes without saying how devastating the blow to the rules, or the way of heaven, will be when civilization and life on earth are destroyed.

And when he was teaching his two children and passing on the past civilization to them, he actually indirectly had a positive impact on the restoration of the Way of Heaven.

I can’t say how much it can help the Heavenly Dao recover, but at least it has a promoting effect.

Heaven and earth are one.

The prosperity of the earth will promote the growth of the way of heaven, and when the way of heaven becomes strong, it will return its strength to the earth. The two complement and accompany each other.

Su Ci originally planned to help those old friends find heirs, so he naturally didn't mind helping Tiandao spread the fire of civilization.

After realizing this, he collected his thoughts.

Seeing that the little white deer had come to his senses, he pushed the paper and pen in front of him, "Yoyo, write your real name here."

The deer ears on the little boy's head couldn't help but tremble slightly. After listening to such a beautiful poem, he no longer thought his nickname was ordinary.

He nodded and took a pen to write on the paper.

Little White Deer naturally knew how to write his nickname. The robot nanny had taught him, and he remembered it very clearly.

However, when his pen tip touched the white paper, an accident happened.

Little White Deer found that he could not control the tip of the pen at all. The pen tip seemed to have its own consciousness, moving crookedly on the paper. When the last stroke was put down, he had already drawn the same graffiti as Little Langze on the paper.

Seeing the graffiti, the little white deer couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Could it be that he hadn't held a pen for a long time, so when he wrote again, he couldn't control the pen?

The little boy felt embarrassed, but Su Ci looked at the pattern he drew and nodded in appreciation.

Little White Deer's talent is indeed good. At such a young age, he can already outline his real name so clearly. Although the lines are a little messy, it is still slightly better than Xiao Langze.

"Can I rewrite it?" the little white deer looked at the breeder and asked.

He didn't say that his writing was bad, because Xiao Langze's was similar to his. If he said that his was not good, wouldn't that be equivalent to saying that Xiao Langze's was not good either?

However, Xiao Bailu is a person who sets high standards for himself, so he wants to rewrite it.

However, Su Ci did not agree to his request.

"No need." Su Ci tore off the paper, and then wrote a word on the paper according to the pattern drawn by the little white deer.

The little white deer became nervous. He watched the keeper write the words stroke by stroke. When the keeper stopped, he looked at the words and asked, "What is this?"

"bright."

The little white deer followed him and said, "Jiao?"

"As white as the snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds." Su Ci smiled gently, looking at Xiaolu's silver-white curly hair and deer ears of the same color, and said, "This word really suits you."

The little white deer stared at him blankly, muttering, "As white as the snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds..."

Snow on the mountain, moon in the clouds...it sounds so beautiful!

Little Langze, who was standing nearby, also thought the poem the breeder recited was beautiful. However, when he tried to imitate the little white deer and repeat it, it became...

"What? What about the kick?"