Since Song Lao and this Wu family got married, their feelings have been quite sincere. The Wu family has been with Song Lao, who used to be a big official, for a long time, and he has improved very quickly.

Her birthday is just a few days away, and Liu Suishui inadvertently mentioned that the Wu family doesn't even have a serious name, and it shouldn't be like this. Wu also said that he had already had the idea of naming him, and he had already realized that he was not even very embarrassed by his name, and this matter was mentioned by Liu Suishui, so he decided to let Liu Suishui have a name. Liu Suishui happily asked Song Lao for materials.

Song Lao looked at Wu and prompted: "After being with this jade for a long time, I really have the virtue of jade, and the first virtue of jade is 'moisturizing with warmth, and the prescription of benevolence', isn't that exactly what I said?" Liu Suishui frowned slightly, and said with a wit: "I think it's called Wu Jinren." Everyone has shortcomings, just like the flaw in the jade, so the name has the word "flaw"; but the pursuit of perfection is the ideal of life, and everyone has a pure heart, so good, isn't the aunt's surname Wu, Wu flaw, so that it becomes the meaning of no flaws; Mr. just mentioned the virtue of the benevolence of jade, and the word benevolence should be added. Wu Jinren, how about this name?"

"Wu Fangren, immaculate person" Song Lao smiled and nodded: "In the future, if your aunt does something wrong, I will call her Jinren and imply that she pay attention; It's wonderful, it's very good. ”

"Exactly, exactly. ”

"Great, I love the name. "Wu, no, since the full stop of that sentence, she is already Wu Fangren.

"Aunt Bianren is good. ”

"No, I feel like I've become a shrimp seller. Wu Jinren only heard it: "However, Wudezhong said, 'Its voice is soothing, it is heard from afar, and the wisdom is also', and secondly, the taste of shrimp is quite good, and it looks like it has a jade texture." ”

Liu Suishui: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Mr. can only talk nonsense, I can still look blindly", Wu Jinren joked: "You are 'talking nonsense' in front of the blind." ”

Song Lao couldn't help but laugh first, and Wang and Wu also laughed.

Liu Suishui suddenly saw his sadness in the warm laughter.

Tomorrow is Aunt Wu's birthday Wu Jinren, and today Song Lao instructed Liu Suishui to go to the market in the west of the city to buy a piece of obsidian, auspicious to ward off evil spirits, as a gift for his wife. Song Lao gave Liu Suishui some silver: "Xiao Wu's level is now higher than mine, she said that a lot of obsidian is a fake now, and we want a natural obsidian." The old place, or go to Baoguangtang to buy. Then tell him the easy way to distinguish the authenticity.

Liu pushed the door with the water and walked out, only to find that the sky was dark and the north wind was cold. Song Lao listened to the sound of the door closing, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Wang walked on the road, found that the road was very lively, the more he walked forward, there were many merchants, the more dense the flow of people, asked others, only to know that today is the temple fair in the county seat of Jingxian County.

Time is not in a hurry, Liu followed the water slowly. The variety of exquisite goods and the wonderful performances of various artists are really eye-opening. The shouts and shouts of the people were noisy, and Liu Suishui felt an optimistic mood that he had never had.

Seeing that there was a circle of people in front of him watching something, Liu walked in with the water to join. It turned out to be a Jianghu artist dancing a sword, the man was in his 40s, fat and thin, dressed in compact black, and had an extraordinary temperament. I saw that he was slow at first, and every time he moved his sword, it seemed that he contained great power, and sometimes he was calm. The movement became faster and faster, and the sword swished and made a sharp sound of splitting the air, and a sword turned into a circle of light, and then into two circles of light. The man flickered forward and retreated, the sword light and the sound of splitting the air merging. Suddenly, his movements slowed down again, and he threw his sword upwards into the air, and everyone looked up. He stepped on the scabbard on the ground, and the scabbard was tilted up, and he kicked it on the scabbard, and the scabbard flew straight into the sky, and it was caught in the sky. The sword fell vertically, he stretched out his hand, and when the sword fell into his hand, he clenched it tightly, and clenched his fists with the momentum: "It's ugly." Liu Suishui was deeply excited and took the lead in applauding, and a group of indifferent spectators followed suit. The performer glanced at Liu Suishui, with gratitude in his eyes. The man said: "Brother has just arrived, I will use this treasure land to offer ugliness, thanks to everyone's support, below, my daughter will show it for everyone, and everyone will correct it." ”

I saw a woman in green next to her walk to the center and salute with her fists, and then danced without saying a word. There are boards and eyes, punches and kicks, the movements are relaxed, and the sense of rhythm is full. After playing dozens of routines, he turned 12 times in a row. After the last heel, the moment the homeopathic foot stepped on the ground, the other leg was slightly bent, and the fist was buried in the head.

Liu Suishui saw that it was over, raised his hand and led everyone to applaud, the applause was just in the ascendant, and suddenly saw a person standing up and shouting: "Don't move first, it's hard to say if it's really a skill!" Liu Suishui was bored when he saw this person: this person was a local yamen named "Song Busend", who usually drinks and brags, and is said to be popular, but that is for friends who know wine and meat. For those who come from other places or are weak in the world, they always tear down the stage and shake their faces.

Song Busheng expressed his dissatisfaction with the name I had given him, and threatened to send me to Lord Yama with the sound of gongs and drums. Is my flesh white, and I will knock him down and send him back to this book at once.

Song Busheng straightened his round and high belly like an upside-down pot, and crossed his waist unreasonably: "I've seen other jugglers, they can all stab that long sword from their mouths into their stomachs, only exposing the hilt. You don't know this, you can't count on real skills, maybe you deliberately came to us to cheat money!" He turned his head and encouraged: "Everyone said yes?!, right?!" The audience next to him had some smiles, some smuggling, and more expressionless expressions.

Liu Suishui had long known that this thing was going to say such a thing, and was about to say a few words for this Jianghu artist, but the old artist opened his mouth first: "This benevolent brother, the performance of swallowing the sword is a kind of acrobatics or magic, it is really deceiving, and what we show is real kung fu......"

"Are you saying I'm deceiving everyone, you're a liar? I'm saying that you're a liar, and the fact that you're deceiving everyone is a deception?" Song Bucheng coughed twice to remind people to pay attention to the rigor of his grammar, and then said: "You say that you are really kung fu, but this yellow-haired little girl is powerful when she moves her hands and kicks her legs? I don't believe it, if you don't fight me, I will be convinced if you can beat me." With that, he walked in the direction of the little girl, deliberately provocative.