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, saw the water cup on the table, and said quickly: "Seven... Yoyo, I'm thirsty, can I drink water 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 young boy's intention to change the topic was too obvious, anyone could see it, so...

why did he change the topic? The

little white deer didn't answer, and Number Eight stood up on his own, picked up his cup to get a glass of water, and then drank the water in the eyes of the children and the keeper.

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

The young boy couldn't help but wrinkle his face and muttered, "It's been so long, I forgot it! I think calling No. 8 is fine..."

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

As a precocious child, his point of view is consistent with Su Ci, and of course it is indeed true.

The little wolf pouts, unable to refute, he can only cross his arms and turn his head away, "Anyway, I don't like the previous name, I want to be called No. 8!"

The little white deer blinked, and heard him calling himself the master again, but this time he didn't feel disgusted or nauseated.

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

So No. 8 also has such a time?

The little white deer felt that it was not until today that he truly understood this little wolf. Although he was really stupid and had the ferocity of a carnivore, his blood power did have a good side when it was not in turmoil.

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

However, although Number Seven had obviously followed his words, the little wolf cub still felt unhappy.

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

Yoyo, it sounds cute and it matches Number Seven's appearance quite well.

The little white deer tilted his head. Although Number Eight was praising him, he could feel that the little wolf cub, who had always been very happy, became a little upset.

It was Number Eight's previous name. Wasn't it nice?

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

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

"It's just a name that's convenient to call. The real 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 another one." The little white deer smiled slightly. When he smiled, there was a small pear-shaped swirl at the corner of his mouth, plus a head of silver-white curly hair, which made him look smart and cute. It

was also the first time for the little wolf cub to see No. 7's smile. He was stunned for a moment, and then his attention was diverted by the name.

"Wow, Yoyo, you are so smart!"

It turns out that you can name yourself!

The little wolf cub was excited, and the big tail hanging on the ground fluttered again, "Then I will give myself a real name! The one I used before was a nickname, it's not nice at all! I don't want to be called that name!"

As an orphan adopted and raised by pirates, it is good enough to have enough food, warm clothes and some snacks. The name is definitely a random name.

Although the little wolf cub has only been in the nursery for less than a year, when he recalls his life in the pirate base, he feels like a dream.

Although he didn't like staying in the room and would run out whenever he had the chance, he didn't like being sprayed with sedatives, and he didn't like staying in a closed medical ward... But the little wolf cub was perhaps the only one among all the cubs who really wanted to stay in the nursery.

Because here, even if he lost a fight, he would still have food to eat, even if he dismantled all the furniture, the nanny robot would quickly replace it with a new one, he could get treatment quickly if he got injured, there was heating if he was cold and air conditioning if he was warm...

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, nor 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, not a little wild dog that no one wanted!

He didn't want the name he had in the past at all!

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

The young boy, who was originally very excited, couldn't help but frowned and became a little entangled.

"What's the name..."

He couldn't even recognize all the numbers. Naming was too difficult for him!

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

If you have any problems, just find the keeper! The keeper will definitely help him!

Noticing the wolf cub's expectant eyes, Su Ci paused, then looked at the boy rubbing over 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 completely different from a wolf.

Behind them, the little white deer widened his eyes slightly. It turned out

that in front of the keeper, No. 8 was like this!

Moreover, he also keenly noticed that the keeper's relationship with the wolf cub seemed to be better than that with him as an "ally"... Just now, the wolf cub pulled the keeper to the corridor.

The little white deer couldn't help but feel a little subtle.

Number 8 didn't notice the change in the little white deer's eyes. He was trying to please the keeper, wanting him to help pick a nice name.

Just when the boy was about to exchange it with patting the ears or tail again, he heard the keeper say ok, and then put away the bag of potato chips.

Huh?

Seeing the keeper so straightforward for the first time, the little wolf cub was stunned, with confusion in his green eyes.

As for Su Ci, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, then took out a paper and pen, put them on the table of number 7, and then sat down next to number 7's cot.

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

From the keeper's attitude, the boy vaguely felt that naming was something that needed to be taken seriously.

And this was a treatment he had never had before.

The little wolf cub, who felt valued, had a sour feeling in his heart. He didn't know what that feeling was called, but he felt a little sour in his nose.

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

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

The two children surrounded Su Ci, looking at him with burning eyes, with pure trust and curiosity.

Su Ci did not start immediately, but moved the paper and pen in front of the little wolf cub and said to him: "Write your real name here."

Number 8 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 keeper was a bit too much. He opened his mouth and was about to say something for the little wolf cub, but he didn't expect that the little wolf cub had already picked up the pen.

Number 8 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 drew a pattern. Watching the

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

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.

Is this his previous name?

Probably not. No one has ever taught him to read, and no one has ever told him what his previous name looked like, so he has no idea how to write his own name.

So, what does this pattern mean?

It looks so different from the characters he has seen before! Maybe he just drew it casually? But... he thinks this pattern is very beautiful! He likes it very much!

The little wolf 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 little wolf's real name, but No. 8's talent is not as good as A Yan's, and the degree of completion is not high. But at his age, being able to achieve this level is actually very good.

Moreover, this is not difficult for the knowledgeable Su Ci.

"Is it written?" Su Ci asked.

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

Number 7, who was standing next to him, looked at the pattern on the white paper. Although he knew only a few more characters than Number 8, he couldn't tell that it was a single character!

However, the keeper and the little wolf cub seemed quite satisfied, which made Number 7 a little confused.

"What is this...?"

The little white deer didn't dare to say that it was just a random doodle, but asked uncertainly, "How do you read it?"

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

Lang.

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

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

Su Ci didn't correct him, anyway, he was used to hearing 4586 called like this.

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

"This word, read Lang." Su Ci said.

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

However, Su Ci shook his head, "It's the same pronunciation, but it's not the same word."

"What does this word mean?" Little White Deer asked again.

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

"Jade, what is it?" Little White Deer was curious.

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

"This is made of jade."

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

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

The little white deer listened to his words, and a little light suddenly flashed in his eyes, as beautiful as the starry sky at night.

"Put peace..." He stared at the jade button in his hand and murmured.

This jade button is pure white and transparent. That kind of white, bright and flawless, but much warmer than snow. It was cold in the hand at first, but slowly, after being soaked in body temperature, it became warm.

Lang, a beautiful stone like jade...

"I think this name is very suitable for No. 8!" The little white deer raised his head, smiled slightly, 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 was slightly hot, and then he reached out to take the jade button and played 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 things, such as jade accessories, jade hairpins, jade bracelets, and even flutes are made of jade."

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

"A flute made of jade!"

"That must be super beautiful!"

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

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

"Okay, let's continue with naming."

Su Ci brought the topic back to the topic. Hearing this, the two children also focused their attention on the paper again.

"Isn't it already chosen?" The little wolf cub asked in confusion.

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

Su Ci took a look at the "ghost painting" 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 little wolf cub's real name, but it is very close to the meaning of the pattern he drew. When the little wolf cub continues to grow and comprehend, maybe one day he can really write that real name.

"Langze..."

The little wolf cub was stunned. He read the name given to him by the keeper. I don't know why, but suddenly there was a feeling in his heart telling him, that's right! This is the name!

This is his name!

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

He cheered and jumped on the spot to hide his rising nasal tears.

Although the little white deer wanted to know what the word "澤" meant, he did not ask when he saw the little wolf cub was so happy, but clapped his hands instead.

The completely relaxed little deer was quiet and delicate. Even when he smiled, he only slightly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a small pear-shaped swirl. He had a completely different personality from the little wolf cub, but was equally cute.

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 full name? Then let Su Su give you another one!" Then

he looked at Su Ci and asked eagerly, "Okay?"

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

The keeper was really amazing. The little wolf cub just drew a doodle, but he was able to give the little wolf cub such a nice name with a beautiful meaning based on this doodle!

He knew that the keeper must not have picked it casually, because when he looked at the pattern drawn by the little wolf cub and then looked at the words written on the white paper by the keeper, he felt that they fit in his heart.

It was as if these two words represented the pattern. This feeling was really great!

Langze... it sounds really nice.

It's not as simple as his name...

Su Ci glanced at the little white deer, as if he could see what he was thinking. He tore off the paper and handed two pieces of paper to the little wolf cub while chanting: "Yo Yo deer sings, eating wild apples. I have a distinguished guest, playing the harp and blowing the flute."

"Your name is simple, but not ordinary."

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

The child's crisp and childish voice, when reciting this ancient poem, was catchy, and there was a sense of dislocation that traveled through time and space and interacted with ancient times, which made Su Ci dazed for a moment.

"What does this sentence mean?" The little white deer couldn't help asking.

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

"This is a poem." Su Ci corrected.

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

The little wolf... no, little Langze also came over and sat next to Su Ci, "What is poetry?"

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

Su Ci casually talked about the civilization that had appeared on this planet. The two children listened carefully, like the torch of civilization inheritance, which ignited a spark of fire again after being cut off for tens of thousands of years. It was weak, but it represented hope.

Little Langze, who had listened to Su Ci's lecture, had already gotten used to his way of teaching, or rather, he liked the things that the keeper described to them as if they were at his fingertips.

It was as if those things really existed a long, long time ago, and they sounded very interesting.

"Then can you sing?" Little Langze asked.

He was obviously naming the little white deer, but he was talking about something else. However, the little white deer was not impatient at all, but listened with great interest.

He liked the poem that the keeper just read to him, and he wanted to know everything about this poem!

Su Ci looked at the burning eyes of the two children, and finally opened his mouth helplessly and sang in a low voice.

Little Langze and the little white deer couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

They listened attentively to the ethereal and distant singing. 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 sang the ancient poem, who already had an outstanding appearance, had a temperament that was difficult to describe in words.

His whole body seemed to emit a layer of soft light, making it impossible for people to take their eyes off him. Until his singing ended, the two children still could not come back to their senses for a long time.

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

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

Although the change was very slight and could be 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.

When the civilization and life on earth are destroyed, it is self-evident how terrible the blow to the rules, or to the way of heaven, will be.

And when he was teaching the two children and passing on the past civilization to them, he actually indirectly played a positive role in the recovery of the way of heaven.

Not to mention how much it can help the way of heaven recover, but at least it has a promoting effect.

Heaven and earth are originally one.

The prosperity of the earth will promote the growth of the Heavenly Dao, and when the Heavenly Dao becomes strong, it will feed back its strength to the earth. The two complement each other and grow together.

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

After figuring this out, he gathered his thoughts.

Seeing that the little white deer had come to his senses, he pushed the paper and pen in front of him, "Yo Yo, 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 felt that his nickname was ordinary.

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

The little white deer naturally knew how to write his nickname. The robot nanny had taught him and he remembered it very clearly.

However, when the tip of his pen fell on the white paper, an accident happened.

The little white deer found that he couldn't control the tip of the pen at all. The tip of the pen seemed to have its own consciousness, moving crookedly on the paper. When the last stroke fell, he had already drawn the same doodle on the paper as Xiao Langze. Seeing

the doodle, the little white deer couldn't help but be embarrassed.

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

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

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

"Can I rewrite it?" Little White Deer looked at the keeper and asked.

He didn't say that his writing was bad, because Little Langze's was similar to his. If he said his was not good, wouldn't it be the same as saying that Little Langze's was not good either?

However, Little White Deer was a person who had high standards for himself, so he wanted to rewrite it.

However, Su Ci did not agree with him.

"No need." Su Ci tore off the paper, and then wrote a word on the paper according to the pattern drawn by 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 word and asked, "What is this word?"

"Jiao."

The little white deer repeated, "Jiao?"

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

The little white deer stared at him in a daze and murmured to himself, "As bright 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 by, also thought the poem the keeper recited was very nice, but when he tried to imitate the little white deer and recited it, it became...

"What did you hit? What did you kick?"