Chapter 129 Named Yufeng

Cang Lan smiled faintly and said, "Since you have made a wish, of course you will believe it. Don't you believe in wishes?"

The child nodded first, then shook his head, then was silent for a moment, then nodded again, looking up at Cang Lan seriously, "I don't know, I have a wish every year, but it has never been realized. My father said that God is actually very busy, because he wants to meet many people's wishes, and he can't be busy with my wishes, so I can only realize my wishes by myself.

Those eyes are as clear as Wang Bitan, without any impurities, so they look at Canglan so seriously.

"God is very busy, because they also have what they want to do." Cang Lan gently stroked the child's head and said softly, "Then what do you wish?"

"I want to fly to the sky." The child's originally dark look suddenly became happy. He looked at Cang Lan full of hope and said, "I want to fly to the sky to see. I want to fly freely in the sky like birds, and I also want to see the immortals in the sky."

Hearing this, Canglan was slightly stunned. Is this the child's wish? Flying to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the birds, looking at the immortals, that's all.

Such a wish can be fulfilled by an ordinary monk, but it has become an untouchable dream for a child.

It turns out that some wishes are so insignificant for some capable people. But for those who don't have this ability, it can only be used to fantasize.

"If your wishes can't be realized, it is impossible to realize other people's wishes." Cang Lan thought so in her heart and looked at the child again. Her eyes were as clear as the child in her dream. Obviously, there was only such a small wish, but his identity, boundaries, and those grievances sent the ignorant and pure him to a path full of hatred.

Thinking of this, Canglan still smiled helplessly. She was not sure whether it was a dream or a truth, but every time she thought of it, she felt very uncomfortable.

After restraining his mind, Cang Lan looked at the child with a faint smile, "If my sister takes you to fly in the sky once, can you promise me to keep this secret?"

The child opened his mouth in surprise and said in disbelief, "Sister, really? Do you really want to take me to heaven?"

Cang Lan nodded gently, "I can fulfill this wish for you, but I can't tell others, otherwise my sister won't take you to heaven."

"Uh-huh, I promise, I promise." The child responded happily, and his eyes were full of expectation.

Canglan looked around and saw that no one appeared, so she held the child in her arms. With the movement of mind, she had already flown up. Because she was afraid of being discovered, she flew straight to the sky.

In mid-air, the child was so excited that there were no words to describe it. For the sake of safety, Canglan gathered the clouds into a small flat ground with true air to let the child play freely. And the child was also playing vigorous, sometimes wanting to catch the flowing clouds, and sometimes wanting to catch the flying white crane. He was very busy, and Canglan also let him play. If he were not afraid that he could not withstand the coldness of the cold sword, he would have called the cold sword out to let the cold sword fly freely.

"Sister, are you a fairy?" The child suddenly walked quietly to Cang Lan and asked innocently.

Cang Lan looked down at him and nodded gently.

The child jumped and jumped in an instant, clapping his little hand and said happily, "Great, my wish has finally come true. I not only flew into the sky, but also caught the white crane, and also met the fairy sister. That's great."

Cang Lan silently looked at the child's unscrupulous joy, and his laughter was surprisingly pleasant. However, in the haze, a figure suddenly flashed in Canglan's mind. The cold and indifferent man had been so fearless and laughed from his heart.

Maybe not. Such a smile is really just an extravagant hope for him.

Sister, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?" The child has been looking up at Canglan seriously. Seeing her pale face, he asked with concern.

Canglan withdrew her mind and met the caring eyes. A warmth hit her heart, shook her head and smiled, "Sister is fine." After a pause, Canglan seemed to remember something again. She gently put her hand on the child's shoulder and squatted down and asked, "What's your name?"

After listening to this, the child's innocent little face suddenly looked very sad and lowered his head and said, "I don't have a name."

Cang Lan frowned, "What about your family?"

The child shook his head and said sadly, "I don't have a family."

Cang Lan was stunned, "Then what you said before is..."

"He is not my own father, he just adopted me and asked me to call him father." The child pouted and said aggrievedly, "I have been an orphan since I was a child. I don't know who my parents are or where I come from. Since I was sensible, I have been wandering on the streets to pick up other people's leftovers to make a living. Later, one day, I met my father on the street. When he saw that I was poor and clever, he took me home and gave me food and clothes, so I stayed at his house.

The child muttered his little mouth and lowered his head sadly. Canglan really felt sorry for that appearance. Although she had no father or mother, she had been accompanied by many friends since the beginning of her memory, so she never felt lonely. However, this child has experienced the coldness and warmth of human feelings and the coldness of the world since he was sensible. How can his little heart suffer from such training?

He sighed in his heart and looked at the flowing cloud fog. I don't know how many children like him will be under this cloud. Has anyone ever extended a helping hand to give them a meal and a warm clothes? And that thousand nights, if it really exists in this world, will there be a stable home?

Cang Lan frowned slightly, and she was also helpless about the fact that she always remembered Qianye, so she had to continue to ask the child and said, "Is your father good for you?"

The child nodded heavily, "He is very good to me. As long as I am good, he will love me very much."

Cang Languaner, "Are you good?"

"Ah." The child scratched his head with embarrassment and said with a smile, "Actually, it's quite good, but it will occasionally make Dad angry, but I need to be more when I'm good."

The child raised his head proudly and looked at him as if to tell Cang Lan that I was a good child. Cang Lan also smiled lightly. Although the child's face was a little yellow, his clothes were not too bad, at least he was neat and clean, so his father should not be bad for him.

"Then why is there no name? Since your father adopted you, why didn't he give you a name? Cang Lan asked softly.

The child smiled innocently and said, "Because my father can't read, I don't know what name to name me. Usually, he calls me baby, and everyone is used to calling me, so there is no name."

Hearing this, Cang Lan actually had the idea of naming the child. Unfortunately, this must be someone else's business. Maybe the child's father will give him a better name in the future.

How did you know that Canglan thought of this? The child took Canglan's hand and shook it up and said coquettishly, "Sister, why don't you give me a name? In fact, I don't like people to call me a baby, because it's socks when I scream, and then I will be called stinky socks. But I'm a human being. I have to have a good name, just like Chen Tong next door and Zhang Meteor in Lao Zhang's family. I also want a good name, so can you give me a name?

Cang Lan was slightly stunned. Can this child really see through his mind? Especially the coquettish appearance, I feel even more pity. Helpless, Cang Lan had to smile gently and nodded, "What kind of name do you want?"

"As long as it's my sister, I want it." The child said seriously.

Canglan likes this child more and more. He is naive and pure, full of yearning for everything, and can maintain a unique purity in this vast world, which is also his uniqueness. After frowning and meditating for a moment, Canglan looked at the clouds, cranes soared, and the distant sky. Can the child's name be as comfortable as the light wind and white clouds?

After a long time, Canglan withdrew his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the child and said softly, "Call him Yufeng, walk freely, okay?"

The child read the word Yufeng silently. The more he read it, the happier he became. He also said seriously, "Okay, it's called Yufeng. There happens to be a maple forest next to our house. I also like the maple forest very much. The name Yufeng is also related to Fenglin. My sister is so smart that she knows that I like maple leaves."

Cang Lan was stunned. Originally, the Yufeng she thought of was not the maple character, but since the child liked it, she was not explaining it.

Yufeng kept clapping her little hands and jumping happily, "I have a name, hehe, I also have a name."

Cang Lan smiled indifferently and suddenly remembered that he had been out for too long. He was afraid that Jiuyin would be worried. Thinking about this, Cang Lan had to interrupt the child's happy mood at this moment. He said, "Yufeng, I have something else to do. I'm afraid I can't take you to stay in the sky anymore. We're going back to the ground now."

The smile on Yufeng's face gradually disappeared, but soon showed a smile again. He looked up and said happily, "Okay, let's go back to the ground. If my father hasn't seen me for a long time, he will also be worried."

This child is really smart. Canglan smiled, stroked the child's head and said, "Then let's go back."

The child smiled obediently and nodded deeply. With the rise of Canglan's mind, the white cloud flew down at high speed in the air. The child has been looking up at Canglan, and his eyes are as clear as water and as bright as the moon. I watched the woman for a long time and never moved away, as if to reflect her forever and never forget her.

Cang Lan did not notice that look, because she had thousands of thoughts in her heart that had not been cleared, and naturally she was no longer so** for everything around her. However, when she thought of the scene she saw when she woke up last night, her heart seemed to be suppressed by something and felt uncomfortable.

In order to make herself less depressed, Cang Lan had to meditate on the centrifugal formula in her heart, hoping to forget those unhappiness.