Chen Fan settled down in Dahe village, and soon after, he married Huang Hua.
Every day he went into the mountains to hunt. Huang Hua sewed and mended at home, washed and rinsed. Even Chen Fan passed on his hunting skills to other villagers in the village.
Seeing that the villagers' life in Dahe village is getting better and better, people from neighboring villages and even a group of horse bandits covet it.
But the ordinary people simulated in this group of illusions can pose a threat to Chen fan?
Time goes by like this.
As time went by, chen fan was middle-aged. He did not use his accomplishments to cover up the passage of time. He was just like an ordinary man, and even forgot that he was a monk.
He has a beard on his face, which makes him mature.
Ten years later, the old village head passed away. Chen Fan was elected as the next village head, and with Dahe village, he continued to multiply.
Today, within a few hundred miles, Dahe village has even become the largest village.
Chen Fan's existence is like a needle to calm the sea and suppress everything.
However, such a day, after all, there is an end, even if it is a beautiful dream, there will eventually be a day to wake up.
It was in the 50th year of Chen Fan's indulgence and illusion.
Huang Hua, who is more than 70 years old, will not survive this winter.
Today, heavy snow closed the door.
Every door and window are closed, chen fan in the house after busy, will cook a long night of soup, into the house.
"Yellow flower, drink the medicine, and then you will be well."
At this time, chen fan is already in his prime, and his back, which has never been bent, has bent.
His hair was gorgeous, and his skin was flabby and full of wrinkles.
In this illusion, he has almost spent the life of ordinary people.
At this moment, the yellow flower is also old.
Even because of being bedridden for days, the whole person looked weaker than chen fan.
Even a pair of turbid eyes, have been unable to see the figure.
Bursts of stillness slowly appear from the yellow flower body, chen fan knows, she has not been able to wait for long.
"Daniel, sit down and let me have a good look at you."
Huang Hua said weakly, holding Chen Fan's hand and sitting beside her bed.
"These days I often dream of one thing, in another world, you are a fairy, and I died in a horse bandit attack."
"Don't think about it. We've been together for 50 years. Where do I look like a fairy?"
Chen Fan soft voice comfort, but he knows that things are not so simple.
In the illusion, the more he gets along with the yellow flower, chen fan finds that the yellow flower in front of him will have some connection with the dead yellow flower in the original world.
This kind of connection is not clear, the way is not clear, mysterious and mysterious, as if it involves something very profound, so he can not understand.
Chen fan only needs to know that the yellow flower in front of him is also his wife.
"Daniel, I know that I don't have much time. The only thing I regret in my life is that I can't leave you an heir. I'm sorry."
There are two lines of tears in Chen Fan's turbid eyes.
"It's OK. As long as we're both happy and have children, what's the matter?"
"You have to be good. After taking the medicine, you will be well. I will plant ten thousand flowers for you at that time."
Chen Fan's words let Huang Hua show a smile. Although she is dying now, chen fan still thinks that this smile is the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.
"Good, good!"
After saying two good words, Huanghua did not drink the medicine that Chen Fan cooked for her.
Dead gas more and more thick, Huang Huan just took Chen Fan's hand, as if using all his strength to say: "this life, thank you for your company, goodbye."
Words, yellow flower with a smile died.