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When ivory was not called ivory, it was different from other flowers.

Many flowers like the sun, and they bloom happily every time they are bathed in the sun.There are also those who like the moon, and it really blooms at night.Once, Ivory couldn't help asking: "Why don't you like Mr. Yun?"

The flowers all said in one go: "What do you like about clouds?" That's right, I don't like this, it changes when I open my eyes." "If I like it, how can I tell people about it? It looks like a puppy for a while, a car for a while, and a car for a while. Like a ship!"

Ivory still feels wrong: "But the moon can change too."

"The moon will shine!"

"The moon will always return to its original form!"

"Yes, yes, if we like a certain aspect of the moon, we can see it at least once a month."

Ivory was refuted by his companions over and over again, but he still liked Mr. Yun in his heart.It stopped talking to its companions, and even if their companions whispered that it was strange, it ignored it.One day Mr. Yun seemed to be tired, and hung very low, very close to the ivory.

Ivory plucked up the courage to talk to Mr. Yun: "Hello, Mr. Yun."

Mr. Yun seemed a little surprised, and it took a while to respond: "Hello, Huaer." It separated part of the thin clouds and turned them into fine rain and fog, moistening the dry branches and leaves of ivory.

Ivory was shocked: "Can you turn into rain?"

Mr. Yun smiled gently: "Yes, I can turn into rain. I keep walking in the sky to see where rainwater is needed, and if they need it, I will give them a part of my body."

"Then what if one day, Mr. Yun, you divide yourself up?" Ivory felt shocked, "Then you don't exist anymore?"

"It doesn't matter," Mr. Yun said, "the water vapor will rise up and become new clouds. In fact, I am the longest-lived cloud, and the clouds around me have changed batch after batch. If one day I Disappeared, probably there will be no regrets."

Ivory is ignorant, not quite what Mr. Mingyun said.Later, every time Mr. Yun passed by, he would stop and talk to Ivory for a while, sometimes about stories from long ago, sometimes about things encountered during travel, every time I heard Ivory is very happy, and I look forward to it every day Mr. Yun will pass by.

After half a year of this kind of life, Ivory never saw Mr. Yun again.

The flowers always tease it: "Look, look, is that your Mr. Yun?"

Ivory looked up in surprise, but in the end he lowered his head in disappointment and said, "That's not Mr. Yun." Even though the shape and size would change—everything would change, it could still recognize Mr. Yun accurately.

So Mr. Yun, who he likes so much, how could he admit his mistake?

Ivory is getting more and more depressed every day.

It wasn't until he found that he and his companions were starting to become weak, that he realized that his frustration not only came from not being able to see Mr. Yun, but also from their getting worse and worse.Ivory felt that he was going to die, and finally summoned up the courage to stop another cloud: "Hi, do you know where Mr. Yun went?"

"I am the cloud!" That cloud felt very strange.

"No, no, it's the cloud that lived the longest among you."

"Oh, it, it fell in love with a tree in the south, and it turned into rain for the dying forest, and it is gone!" said the cloud, "We are very sorry, after all, it is one of us. The longest living among them, some people still want to learn from it! But I don't want to, I think it's good, if I can fall in love with a flower or a tree, then I'd like to give my Give it everything, nourish it and let it grow happily, how happy it would be!"

Ivory suddenly realized: "It turns out to be like this."

It's such a romantic thing to think about.

Ivory closes the flowers, recalls Mr. Yun's fine rain and mist, and feels that he has been treated gently by Mr. Yun.Maybe Mr. Yun doesn't really love it, but at least he likes it?

After an unknown amount of time, Ivory heard light footsteps.

It opened its eyes.

A little boy stood in front of it. He was a little thin, but his face was very cute. He was still small, and his voice was soft, with the childishness unique to human children: "What's your name?"

name?

How do flowers have names?

It's ridiculous.

But the child thought it deserved a name.

Ivory thought for a long time, and said, "Ivory, my name is Ivory."

The kid discovered the cause of their illness, but couldn't save most of his companions.Ivory has survived tenaciously, and it faintly feels that it is different from other flowers, maybe because it liked a cloud, maybe because Mr. Yun used the fine rain and mist to moisten it, or maybe it was because the child Give it a name.

The child's name is Yuan Ning.

I don't know when it started, it could enter Yuan Ning's "dream"—maybe because Yuan Ning watered it with that strange spring.

Every day is getting better.

As a flower, it doesn't have much time for nostalgia and sorrow. "Dream" gradually added many new members, and it became more and more lively.Yuan Ning transplanted it to the pasture, and after a while, the big dog named Zhaofu also moved here. At first, the big dog was very happy every day, running around, but gradually became quiet after a long time Come down, lie beside it and watch the sunrise and sunset with it.

One day Zhaofu asked it: "Why do you always look at the sky? Do you like the sun or the moon? Or do you prefer the stars?"

Ivory was quiet for a while, and said, "I don't like either, I like clouds."

Zhaofu said "Oh": "That's it."

Ivory said: "My partner used to say that Mr. Yun is different every day and his appearance changes. I don't know what to say when I want to mention it to others. But they are obviously different. If you really like them, How could you not recognize him because of the change in appearance?"

Zhao Fu said: "Some of my companions also feel that there is no difference between people, but I can recognize them. If the master appears in front of me again, I will definitely be the first to jump on it."

Ivory sways its branches gently.

Zhao Fu couldn't help leaning over and kissing Ivory.

Ivory slapped it with leaves.

Zhao Fu licked his front paw foolishly, and no longer leaned over to kiss it cheekily.

Ivory raised her head and looked at the naturally white clouds.

If one day Mr. Yun floats across the sky again, it will greet Mr. Yun immediately and tell Mr. Yun that it has a name now.

Its flowers are white and look like ivory, so it is called ivory.