Fu Zhu woke up very early the next day.
There was a bronze mirror in her current room, so she looked at it for a long time. Her face was still hers, even the snowflake pattern between her eyebrows was exactly the same.
It's just that now this face is much more childish and hasn't grown out yet.
There was the sound of blacksmithing coming from outside.
Fu Zhu put on a coat and walked into the yard. She obviously felt that her steps were a little shaky and she didn't have much strength, so she sat on the bench under the eaves.
The man rolled up his sleeves, rounded his arms, and hit the iron bar again and again, making an excited sound. He looked at the talisman beads for a long time.
This man should be a swordsmith.
"Huh? Zhuzhu? Why did you get up so early?" The man found the girl sitting quietly under the eaves and moved his hands. "Did the sound of my blacksmithing disturb you?"
Fu Zhu had no strength and didn't want to speak, so he just shook his head.
She looked at the man in front of her who claimed to be her father, put down the hammer in her hand, wiped her face with the handkerchief around her neck, and walked towards her.
"There is millet porridge in the pot. Would you like some?"
Fu Zhu was no longer stubborn now and nodded gently, "Thank you."
The man looked slightly stiff when he heard her thank you, but it was a good thing that Zhuzhu was willing to take the initiative to eat. He smiled broadly and said hurriedly: "Dad, I will bring it to you right now. You sit down for a while. "
When Fu Zhu held the steaming porridge, she still had an unreal feeling, but the aroma that hit her face told her that this was "reality".
She sipped the porridge, and the man looked at her eagerly.
Feeling the girl raise her eyes, she turned away uncomfortably.
Fu Zhu put down the spoon, and the man frowned and asked with concern: "Is it not to your liking?"
Without waiting for her to say anything, she said in annoyance: "Your mother-in-law and I didn't expect you to get up so early today, so we just made some porridge in the hot pot, thinking that you could eat it when you wake up. Pad your belly."
"Your mother-in-law has already gone to the market to buy vegetables. If Zhuzhu wants to eat anything, tell your father and I will go out to buy it now."
"Before that, you can drink two more mouthfuls of porridge. After all, you haven't eaten anything since yesterday, so you must be starving."
The man was about to stand up.
Fu Zhu stopped him and said, "Don't go to such trouble, you can do anything you want."
This couple really seemed to regard her as their daughter.
Fu Zhu couldn't help but touch her face. What she saw in the mirror was her own face. The man called her Zhu Zhu again, which seemed to be her own name.
Fu Zhu looked at the man and said hesitantly: "What is my name?"
A tall figure loomed in front of Fu Zhu's eyes. The man stretched out a hand and put it against the girl's forehead. "You don't have a fever either. Why did you start talking nonsense? You even forgot your own name."
The man gave her a strange look, "What else can you call me besides Fu Zhu?"
Fu Zhu stirred the porridge in the bowl and asked again: "Then I..." paused, "What's my mother's name?"
A happy look appeared on the man's face, "Her name is Liu Yueqiang."
Fu Zhu moved her mouth and was about to ask you, but the man seemed to see her intention and said, "My name is Ye Tieyi."
Fu Zhu looked up in confusion: "My surname is Liu, your surname is Ye, and my surname is Fu?"
Ye Tieyi didn't think anything was wrong, "Is there any problem?"
Fu Zhu twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and slowly shook his head.
Ye Tieyi took the empty bowl from her hand and walked to the kitchen. Fu Zhu thought he was going to wash the dishes, but unexpectedly he filled her with a bowl of porridge.
"After eating this bowl, I may not be able to eat at noon." Fu Zhu said, holding the porridge bowl.
Ye Tie's eyes twitched when he realized that the girl didn't eat at noon. "Just leave whatever you can't eat in the bowl." He said seriously, "You must eat lunch."
Fu Zhu groaned and scooped out the porridge slightly, leaving half a bowl there.
Ye Tieyi's eyes were full of relief, and he didn't even bother to fight anymore, so he gathered around the girl and asked her if there was anything she wanted.
He was so eager that Fu Zhu was not used to it.
His hand touched his waist, and then he remembered Fu Zhu. Shuang Xue Ming was gone, and his heart felt empty.
She raised her eyes and looked at Ye Tieyi, "I want a sword."
The man was stunned for a moment, then stood up and pulled the talisman to a wall covered with various swords.
"If other dads can't guarantee it, but if you want a sword, you've found the right person."
There was a hint of pride in Ye Tieyi's tone, "Dad's sword-making skills are ranked among the best in the entire town."
"All these swords are made by my father himself. Zhuzhu can choose whichever one he likes. If you are not satisfied with any of them, my father will make another one for you!"
He did not introduce these swords to the girl one by one, hoping that she could choose one that she liked and that was compatible with them.
This is more important than whether it is good or not.
Fu Zhu glanced at these swords one by one. There were many kinds of swords, long and short, and a dazzling array.
But she just needed a sword to practice temporarily, not really choosing a sword, so she didn't need to think about it carefully.
Fu Zhu pointed at a long sword and said, "That's it."
Ye Tieyi followed her pointer and looked over, his eyes filled with excitement that Fu Zhu couldn't understand. Zhuzhu had never touched a sword, but she was able to choose the best sword among all the swords. As expected, it was his daughter Ye Tieyi. Her vision was amazing.
Although this sword was originally made for someone else, since Zhuzhu has taken a liking to it, he just doesn't want to make the deal. How can outsiders be as important as one's own daughter's preferences?
Ye Tieyi stepped on the stool and took out the sword selected by the talisman.
Fu Zhu stretched out his hand to take it.
There was a clang and the sword was not caught. The girl also fell down.
Ye Tieyi quickly helped the girl up, "Is Zhuzhu okay? Are you injured anywhere?"
Fu Zhu rubbed her waist and looked at her palms, which were a little red. The sword was lying straight on the ground.
How could she not even be able to hold a sword?
It’s too heavy!
Ye Tieyi picked up the sword, put it aside and leaned against the wall. He looked very relaxed, which made Fu Zhu very depressed.
"My father didn't think carefully. This sword is too heavy and not suitable for my daughter's family. Should Zhuzhu choose another one?"
Fu Zhu had no choice but to nod and pick another sword, but she still couldn't lift it.
Soon I tried all the swords on the wall, but there was no sword that the girl could dance with.
Ye Tieyi held the light sword in his hand and whispered, "This sword only weighs five kilograms, why can't I lift it?"
Fu Zhu: "..."
She could lift the sword...but she couldn't dance it. It could only be a few centimeters above the ground, but no more.
Afraid that the girl would be discouraged, Ye Tieyi comforted her and said, "It's okay. Dad will definitely make you a sword that suits you."
Fu Zhu let out a long sigh and said resignedly: "Chop me a bamboo sword."
The bamboo sword will never be out of reach.
Ye Tieyi's eyes lit up: "Zhuzhu must be smart, why didn't I think of it?"
"Just wait. Dad will definitely prepare the bamboo sword for you after lunch."
Fu Zhu didn't feel happy about being praised.
Instead, she was filled with depression. Why couldn't she lift the sword?
