Seeing this, Long Yitian, who was standing by, silently straightened the fallen wheelchair, and then walked out of the bamboo house hand in hand with Yang Aoxue, closing the door and leaving the space for the father and daughter who had not met for a long time.
"What's your name, kid?"
Feng Lingyan sobbed, her bright eyes filled with sad tears as she looked at Hua Qingcheng.
"Master Feng, my name is Hua Qingcheng."
Hua Qingcheng squatted in front of Feng Lingyan and raised her sleeves to wipe the tears from his face.
"Hua-Qing-Cheng."
Feng Lingyan repeated his daughter's name word by word, as if every word he said was a conversation with his poor daughter in the past.
"Yes. From now on you can call me Qingcheng, or... you can help me choose another name."
Hua Qingcheng gave Feng Lingyan a knowing smile and leaned her head lightly on Feng Lingyan's legs, feeling his gentle caress and care, enjoying this long-awaited fatherly love.
"No, your name is very good. It must reflect their expectations and love for you. As the saying goes, 'The grace of giving birth is greater than the grace of raising.' Although I gave birth to you, I didn't raise or care for you for a single day. I have no right to change your name."
Feng Lingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, blinking away the helplessness and bitterness in his heart. If possible, wouldn't he also want to take care of his daughter personally? Even in his dreams, he imagined what his daughter would look like as she grew up.
"Okay. Anyway, the name is just a code name, anything is fine." Noticing Feng Lingyan's disappointment, Hua Qingcheng held his hand and smiled slightly.
"Qingcheng, you...what do your mother and father do for a living? Are they...good to you?"
Feng Lingyan finally asked out his curiosity. Although every question felt like cutting his heart with a knife, at this moment, he was eager to know everything about his daughter.
"Young Master Feng, my mother is a scholar and a teacher. My father is just an ordinary villager, but they are all very good to me. We live in Huaqiao Village, Fufeng County, Wuyang Prefecture, Qiandeng Province. My mother taught me to read and write since I was a child. Although my father is a little nagging, he cares about me very much, even... a little doting. I used to be a little confused, but now I have changed." Hua Qingcheng roughly recounted the original owner's family situation.
"Scholar, countryman, that's good. This kind of simple and ordinary happiness is the luxury I long for but cannot obtain."
Feng Lingyan smiled wryly, envious of Hua's mother and father. Although it was still unknown who had snatched her daughter away, Feng Lingyan was incredibly grateful to God now that she had learned that not only had she survived, but she had also grown up to be such a remarkable person. Besides envy, Feng Lingyan felt even more grateful for Hua Qingcheng's adoptive mother and father.
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