"Master, master."
The bursts of calls made Chen Fan open his eyes and look intently. A pie-faced easy-going servant was calling by his side.
Looking ahead, there is a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is in the mood for her beauty, and she is still in a burlap and linen coat.
The girl is selling tofu. She is a famous tofu Xishi from Shili Baxiang.
And Chen Fan is the son of the richest man in Qingniu Town.
"Dare to ask this girl's name." Chen Fan said with her brocade gown coming to the girl's side.
The girl was taken aback, seeing Chen Fan's straight eyes, and said with shame: "I can tell you if you want to sell tofu first."
"Ok, I bought all the tofu."
In the end, Chen Fan knew the girl's name. She was Jianxin, what a beautiful name.
As if he had heard of it in a previous life.
After that, Chen Fan went back to Jian Xin's tofu stall to help every day, and the relationship between him and Jian Xin gradually heated up.
The whole Qingniu Town seemed to know about this. The young master of the Chen family fell in love with tofu Xi Shi, and he had nothing to do every day, so he went to the tofu stall.
Chen Fan's father was furious, and locked Chen Fan in the mansion in a fit of anger, not allowing him to go out, and even abruptly arranged a marriage for him.
On the day of the wedding, Chen Fan ran away. He found Jian Xin and the two wandered the world together.
That period was beautiful. Chen Fan and Jianxin got up every day to meet the rising sun, fell asleep with the sunset, and lived a life of picking chrysanthemum in the depths of the Shiwanda Mountain.
A few years later, they had their first daughter, who was very smart and cute.
Chen Fan once thought that he was going to spend his life like this with Jianxin.
But things backfired, the horse bandit in the mountain accidentally knew Jianxin's beauty and sent someone to grab it.
Chen Fan resisted desperately, and finally Jian Xin died of chaste.
The daughter was sobbing and was thrown to death in public by a horse bandit. Chen Fan was cut off with one arm, and she was thrown off the cliff to feed the wolf.
When he woke up again, feeling that his body was being bitten by the wild wolf, Chen Fan fought desperately with the wild wolf, and finally got a glimmer of life.
His home collapsed, hiding in the depths of the mountains, practicing swords every day, in order to revenge.
The spring breeze passed, the roar of Xia Lei, the rain in autumn, and the bitter snow in winter. Ten years later, Chen Fan's swordsmanship was accomplished.
That day, the horse bandit saw a one-armed savage carrying a three-foot wooden sword and walking up to Dazhai.
No one knows who this savage is, only that his clothes are tattered, his hair is withered, and the beard on his face even covers his face.
This person is Chen Fan.
He didn't say a word, the wooden sword in his hand seemed to be a sharp weapon for harvesting life. There were 136 people in the entire horse bandit cottage, and none of them were one general.
At dusk, Chen Fan left the cottage, leaving 136 corpses in the cottage.
No one's body was intact, and all of them were brutally killed by me!
Chen Fan, finally got his revenge!
He once again returned to his former residence, one large and one small withered bones exposed to the scorching sun for ten years.
Chen Fan dug up two tombs, first buried his daughter in them, and then carefully placed his wife Jianxin.
He knelt in front of the grave for a long time, two lines of voiceless tears flowed silently.
"If there is an afterlife, please let me go first!"
After that, Chen Fan went to the stream to wash, shaved off his beard, tidyed his hair attractively, and then lay straight beside Jianxin.
Using the wooden sword little by little, cover the soil on both sides of the tomb on himself and Jianxin's body.
Chen Fan chose to die and spend the remaining time with Jian Xin forever.