The little girl reluctantly believed it. She looked at the fishing rod in the bearded man's right hand and said, "My name is Hua Qianshu."
The bearded man joked, "That's fake, why don't you call yourself a money tree?"
The little girl curled her lips and said, "My last name isn't Yao, it's Hua." She raised her arm and pointed at the embroidery on the sleeve. "That's the flower, the flower. Qianshu is my nickname."
The bearded man asked, "What's your nickname?"
The little girl said, "The flowers are lush and abundant."
The bearded man subconsciously looked at the girl with big almond-shaped eyes, about sixteen or seventeen, and felt that she looked familiar. "Tell me, what's your name?"
Hua Fushu thought the bearded man didn't hear clearly, so he repeated, "Hua Fushu."
The bearded man's hand trembled as he gripped the bamboo pole. The fish in the water, nibbling at the bait, seemed to understand something and swam away hastily. He asked, "Which two words are they, the "Fu" in "Furong" and the "Shu" in "Shuben"?
Hua Fushu shook his head. "No, there's a line in Lüshi Chunqiu: 'A lush tree should not be allowed to grow thicker, and a barren tree should not be allowed to grow alone. If a lush tree is allowed to grow thicker, many of it will wither; if a barren tree is allowed to grow alone, many of it will die.' I am the Fushu in that line. My father gave me that name. It sounds nice, doesn't it? It's a beautiful name."
The bearded man said excitedly, "I've never been to school, so how would I know what those two words are?" He raised his left arm and held his palm out in front of Hua Fushu's eyes, "Why don't you write it down for me?"
Hua Fushu wrote his name on his palm: "That's it. Hua is the flower, Fu is the armrest, and Shu is sparse. When I was little, I thought this character was difficult to write. Why not Shu for uncle?"
The bearded man withdrew his hand and said, "Little girl, where are you from? I'm from Luocheng."
"I am……"
Hua Fushu was halfway through her words when Ye Zelin's voice came from behind her, "Sister Fushu, come back quickly. We have to leave soon."
She turned around and saw that it was indeed Ye Zelin. She stood up and said to the bearded man, "Big Beard, see you later. I have to go now."
At this time, the bearded man also stood up and picked up the fishing rod. On the end of the fishing rod was a carp, which looked heavier than the fish in the bamboo basket. The bearded man took the carp and put it into the wooden basin. He said to Hua Fushu, "Little girl, it is fate that we met on a narrow road. This fish is for you."
"Uncle Bearded Man, that's not how you say 'encounter on a narrow road'; it's 'a chance encounter'." Hua Fushu corrected him and added, "Even though we've never met before, I'll accept your fish. I'm just upset, so I came to talk to you, not to ask for the fish." She picked up the wooden basin. The carp flapped its fins in the water, looking very lively. Just as she was about to leave, she turned back and said, "Uncle Bearded Man, I wasn't kidding. You looked familiar and kind the first time I saw you. Maybe we've met before, or maybe you were my biological father in another life."
After she finished speaking, she gave the bearded man a happy smile, without any trace of the sadness on her face from before. Then, she walked towards the man and woman, holding the wooden basin in her arms.
The bearded man sat back on the rock and put the bait on the hook. After a while, the little girl's voice came. She said, "Brother Lin, I want some fish soup."
Next, the voice of that peerless and handsome young man came. His voice was very gentle, just like a lover who is gentle and caring to his beloved. He said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll ask someone to make fish soup for you when we get to the inn later."
He threw the bait into the water and turned his head to look at the three people.
Hua Fushu shook his head and said, "I don't want it. Other people's cooking doesn't suit my taste. I want Qiao'er's cooking."
The young man took the basin from her and said, "It's my fault for not thinking it through. Please don't blame me, Sister Fushu."
Hua Fushu smiled and said, "You are wrong for not thinking things through. I will punish you by making you drink a few more bowls of fish soup and not allowing you to eat."
After they left, the bearded man stared at the receding figure and sighed softly, "Perhaps it was just a coincidence." As for what that coincidence was, perhaps only he knew.
After walking for about an hour, Ye Zelin and his companions came across an inn. Ye Zelin and Yu Xuanji discussed for a while and decided to rest in the inn for one night and set off tomorrow.
In fact, it was not late yet and they could have found another inn to rest, but he thought that Hua Fushu wanted to drink fish soup, so he chose this inn to let her drink it quickly.
The inn is not big, with a small courtyard. It is surrounded by a wall made of stone and mud, about four feet high. A wooden sign hanging on the small door has a few simple big characters written on it: Xiangshui Inn.
Yu Chisu looked around the courtyard. There were five or six chickens and ducks in the fence, two or three kinds of vegetables planted nearby, a few clothes hung out to dry on bamboo poles, a small pond, and a well. She then looked at the so-called inn, a two-story building with dusty walls and doors. The tiles on the roof were covered in moss and missing a few pieces. It looked very old, no better than an ordinary farmhouse. There was a small thatched cottage nearby. She walked over to Old Qiao and said, "Uncle Qiao, look at this place. It's dirty and old, no better than an ordinary house. Are we going to stay here tonight?"
Before Lao Qiao could reply, Yu Xuanji said, "Susu, you are out and about, not at home. We have rarely seen each other on our way to the inn. Lady Huaer didn't say anything, so just bear with it."
Yu Chi Su didn't dare to refute Yu Xuanji. She had never lived in such a dilapidated house in her life, so she was naturally not used to it.
Seeing Yu Chisu's dissatisfaction with the inn, Ye Zelin took a look around. It was a bit shabby. He'd been to both the Northern Territory and the West, and he'd been to places filthier than this, let alone lived in them. He didn't mind, but what about Hua Fushu? Would she mind?
Even Yu Chi Su, a martial artist who is not afraid of hardship, minds this. Although Hua Fu Shu did not grow up in a life of luxury, she was raised without worries about food and clothing. She should also mind living in such a place.
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