"Stop talking, my heart aches!" The blond-haired man clutched his heart, looking at her with a mournful expression.
"Is this how you treat me? I traveled from District 4 to District 3 and then to District 9 to find you, and I even trained hard in the Dragon Sect just to see you again!"
Oh, in the end it was just a one-man show for me. The love is gone, or it's just faded away.
"etc!"
Chang Le suddenly realized that Luo Xuan's most important purpose in having this guy follow her all the way was not protection at all, but because this guy had a lot of overlap with her childhood memories!
He's here to help her regain her childhood memories!
Chang Le grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute! Tell me from the beginning, why did you look for me? Where did I go? Why did you go to District 3 and then District 9? What else do you know?"
Huang Mao was stunned by her serious expression, and his exaggerated acting skills disappeared: "I was going to tell you anyway, but I have a condition."
"What are the conditions?"
The blond-haired man chuckled and crushed a candy stick: "Give me a name. I don't like the name you gave me when I was little."
Chang Le blinked in confusion: "I named it for you? What did I name it?"
The blond-haired man's face darkened as painful memories flooded back—
"Big brother, no, no, big sister, young lady! I was wrong! Please stop hitting me, you'll ruin my handsome face! I'm willing to be your little brother, I'm willing, okay?"
A boy of about ten years old leaned against the corner of the wall, covering his face, which was swollen like a pig's head.
In front of him was a little girl with silver hair, about eight or nine years old, whose body was crackling with lightning.
Beside her was an even smaller, adorable little girl, about five years old, but the blood on her tiny pink fist proved that this cute and harmless little girl was the one who caused the boy's injury.
The boy's eyes darted around, and he cleverly flattered her, saying, "Ladies, please bestow upon me a name. From now on, I will be your little brother!"
The silver-haired girl turned to the little girl with a smile and said, "Lele, come here."
Little Lele made the final decision: "It has yellow hair, so it's called... Big Yellow!"
The boy was struck dumb.
However, this name became the only thing that stayed with him for the next ten years or so.
Until today, when we met again.
The boy was Huang Mao, the silver-haired girl was Ye Buqi, and the cute-looking but actually fierce girl was Chang Le.
Chang Le pursed her lips, bit them, tilted her head, and clenched her fist.
The blond-haired man wiped his face: "Laugh if you want to."
Chang Le finally held back and said, "You should change your name. Although this name is cute, it's not very cool."
The blond-haired man looked at her and said, "You give me the name."
Do you have your own ideas?
The blond-haired man paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "There really is a name I'd like."
"What?"
“Yao, Wang Yao”.
Chang Le asked curiously, "Why this particular character?"
The blond-haired man remained silent and mysterious, and that's how the name was decided.
...
Yao.
The character 垚 (yáo) is composed of three 土 (tǔ) radicals, which means "high mountain".
Flowers, leaves, and soil, and high mountains that can shelter the flowers and plants.
That's what it means.
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