His wife took the fruit she had bought into the kitchen, then came over with a gentle smile and said to the man, "Yi, we haven't settled on a name for the baby anyway. Since Dad has an idea, we could at least consider it."
The man called Yi shook his head with a wry smile and handed her the slip of paper. "Nana, it's not that I don't want to consider it, but look at this character Dad wrote. I can't even read it..."
Nana took the paper and laughed too. Two crooked wings had been drawn on it; it really was hard to decipher.
"Could this be 'Yu,' as in 'feather'?" Nana asked cautiously.
"Yu?" Yi took another look at the paper. Now that Nana had mentioned it, the character really did look more and more like "feather."
"Yes, yes, yes! Rain!" the old man said happily. "It's rain! I remember now!"
Yi shook his head with a wry smile. "Ah, forget it, forget it. This works too. Dad, that fortune-teller you recommended really screwed us over. He said Nana and I would definitely have a girl, so we only picked a girl's name, Xi. Who knew we'd end up with this little rascal instead?"
Du Yu, hidden in the bedroom, froze. At the mention of "Xi," he seemed to remember something.
"And... that little boy is me?"
Du Yu found it utterly unbelievable. Every one of his records clearly stated that he had been abandoned three months after his birth, and that the orphanage had spent considerable resources keeping him alive.
Originally, Du Yu had truly wanted to thank the orphanage for everything it had done for him. But the orphanage had turned his case into a model for its publicity, promoting it for more than twenty