The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 39
The most famous place in this city is the performing arts market in the south of the city. It is similar to the modern public square and is open to the public for free. You can see all kinds of jugglers everywhere. Yang Fan took Xiaobao's hand and walked casually. Came here.

In one part of the art fair, a man was holding a torch, took a sip of a liquid that he didn't know whether it was water or wine, and sprayed it on the torch, a ball of flames spewed out, Xiaobao clapped his hands straight as he watched.

"It's too powerful, too powerful, brother, can you?"

Yang Fan curled his lips and said with a smile: "What is this, it's just pediatrics."

Little Treasure didn't listen to him at all, and kept bouncing and applauding. The fire-breathing man even slowly stuffed the torch into his mouth, stayed for a few seconds, and then took it out. The people onlookers all applauded , but except for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan doesn't care about this. He lives in modern times and is used to all kinds of modern high-tech, so he doesn't take this kind of tricks in ancient times seriously. He asked Xiaobao: "I've seen people put people in boxes, and then cut them with a saw. open?"

Xiao Bao stared at Yang Fan with rounded eyes, and shook his head.

"Have you ever seen a person squatting in a locked glass box, adding water to it, and finally the person escapes?"

Xiao Bao shook his head in bewilderment.

Yang Fan smiled slightly: "Then have you ever seen a man stuffed into a box, and a woman came out at the end?"

"I've seen it." Xiaobao muttered.

"Have you seen it?? Where did you watch it?" Yang Fan suddenly felt unbelievable that such magic still exists in this era?
"After I saw my father enter the hut, my mother came out." Xiaobao said seriously.

"Fuck you, uncle." Yang Fan felt a little ridiculous, it was just your parents queuing up to shit.

"Go to my uncle?? I don't have an uncle, do you have an uncle?"

Yang Fan glanced at Xiaobao: "No"

"I lied to you. In fact, I have an uncle, hahahahaha." Xiaobao couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, but Yang Fan looked at him boredly, and grinned slightly.

The square was full of people, some were performing acrobatics, some were performing tricks, some were practicing martial arts, some were playing shadow puppetry, and some were playing diabolo. Just play.

Yang Fan couldn't hold Xiaobao's hand any longer, he ran in here to have a look, and in there to have a look, children like to watch this kind of excitement, and Yang Fan is just a person who doesn't like excitement.

"Brother, look, there are many plates on that person's head." Xiaobao pointed at a little girl who was doing acrobatics to hold the plates.

Yang Fan looked over: "Hey, isn't this just for acrobatics, there are too many on TV."

"TV? Where is the TV? I want to watch it." Xiaobao jumped excitedly.

"Oh, what are you watching? In this era, there are no TVs that don't even have electricity." Yang Fan pulled Xiaobao away impatiently.

Xiaobao was very reluctant. He grabbed Yang Fan's hand and wanted to pull it away to watch the juggling, but Yang Fan refused to let him go and insisted on taking him out of the square.

"My dad never showed me this." Suddenly, Xiaobao shouted with tears in his eyes.

Yang Fan suddenly felt sad, yeah, I’ve seen enough of this, it’s nothing new at all, I don’t want to read it, but this kid wants to watch it, I might be a bit too much, Yang Fan thought about it, squatted down, and helped the little one Bao wiped away his tears and said, "Okay, brother will show you, look over there." Xiaobao looked in the direction Yang Fan pointed.

"Wow, that's amazing." Xiaobao suddenly changed from crying to laughing, and ran towards that side bouncing around.

A large wooden board is covered with nails, and a little girl is lying on the dense nails, and the little girl's legs are stretched out into the air, and there is a vat on the sole of his feet, and the most amazing thing is that the vat actually came out of the vat. A little boy got out, waved to the crowd and jumped down.

The little girl was lying down, turning the water tank back and forth on the soles of her feet, with her hands outstretched, her expression calm, and she didn't seem to be in any pain.

Yang Fan also thinks it's amazing. Although he's seen this kind of performance before, he always thinks it's amazing whenever he sees it. Lying on a wooden board covered with nails is already amazing, and she's still a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. , the most powerful ones can also perform with a large tank on their backs, which is really the strength of Chinese acrobatics.

Yang Fan applauded again and again, and Xiao Bao who was standing beside him also shouted: "It's amazing, it's amazing."

Seeing him so happy, Yang Fan felt very warm in his heart. He picked up Xiaobao, lifted it over his head, and let Xiaobao sit on his neck: "Brother stands on you, you are the tallest, Are you happy?"

Xiao Bao grabbed Yang Fan's ears, very happy.

The little girl holding the water tank put the tank down, stood up from the board, and bowed to the onlookers. Afterwards, two children took a bowl and started asking for money, chanting : "Those who have money will hold a money market, and those who have no money will hold a personal market."

The onlookers walked away busily. Some people looked at this place and asked for money and then moved to another place to look at it. If other places asked for money, they turned to another place to look at it. It doesn’t cost money anyway. look.

However, there are also many people who throw copper plates into the bowl, not only throwing them, but also applauding them, asking them to perform better ones later.

When the child came to Yang Fan's side, Yang Fan couldn't stand still.

"Xiaobao, let's go."

Yang Fan planned to sneak away when the child didn't want to come to him. Even in reality, he hardly gave a penny to beggars or street performers. He was a miser.

"No, I still want to watch." Xiao Bao shouted, grabbing Yang Fan's ear.

A few people on the side looked at Yang Fan, and Yang Fan was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Okay, let's see."

"Fathers and folks, let's give money. It's not easy for our family to perform, so we can give as much as we want."

Seeing the child coming, Yang Fan took a step back and pretended to look away.

The child came to Yang Fan with the bowl and suddenly stopped, looked at Xiao Bao on top of his head, smiled and said, "Little brother, how is our performance?"

Xiaobao jumped up and down, clapped his palms and shouted: "It's too powerful, it's too powerful."

Yang Fan's neck was sore from the pressure.

The kid holding the bowl didn’t leave just yet. He glanced at Yang Fan, and the awkward gaze lasted for about three seconds. Yang Fan surrendered. He took out a few copperplates and threw them in the bowl. The kid politely said thank you .

"Brother, let's go." Xiaobao said suddenly.

Fuck, what did you say?He told you to leave before he came to us just now, but now I have given him all the money, but you suddenly told me to leave?Then wouldn’t I be wasting my money, no, if you don’t want to watch it, I still want to watch it, it must be worth the money spent.Yang Fan thought to himself, shook his body, and Xiao Bao hugged his head around his neck and smiled happily.

"Look at it for a while, Xiaobao, there will be more powerful ones later."

"No, no, I want to eat candied haws." Xiaobao pointed to a candied haws seller not far away.

(End of this chapter)