Chapter 1372

This winter seems to have come earlier than usual. The first heavy snow in winter has reached the knee depth.

Blacksmith shop master, then died in this winter night.

Last night, when he was drinking late at night, he fell down at the door of his house, and then he was lonely and desolate, frozen to death.

At this moment, it has been ten years since Chen Fan became a blacksmith apprentice.

In the past ten years, chen fan has completely accepted the reality, once all powerful, perhaps just a dream.

When he wakes up, he needs to face the reality.

He became a famous blacksmith in Qingyang City. Many Rangers and even warriors came to him to make weapons.

After a few years, the master stopped making iron. He took Chen Fan's money and went on a merry night. Every time he came back, he was drunk.

It is also because of such a move that he finally paid the price.

At this moment, chen fan's face to the master's frozen body, his expression is flat, his eyes are flat.

He didn't seem to have a lot of sad mood, because of the reality, he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

Before his death, the master rewarded all the rest of his family's wealth to the brothel mate. Today's Chen fan doesn't know how to bury the master.

"We've been together for ten years, and I don't know your name. Although you and I are masters and apprentices, we don't have much affection."

"When you saved my life and let me pay it back in 20 years, now it's only ten years later that you're on your way. Maybe the last debt I owe you is just a beautiful funeral!"

Chen Fan carefully helped master change into a brand-new suit, which he bought happily three years ago, and even explained to Chen fan.

That's what I wear when I get married after I save enough money and go to the brothel to redeem my best friend.

But now marriage may not work, maybe this suit of clothes can accompany him to the earth.

After putting on his clothes, chen fan Bai specially helped his master wipe his face. He had never seen him wash his face for ten years. This time, he could not clean several rags again.

But after wiping, chen fan can see that the master is actually very white, but he never takes care of it.

In this way, after finishing everything, chen fan took a breath, put on his coat which had been passed on for several years, and opened the door and went out.

"Boss, can you give me some incense paper money on credit? I'll pay you back as soon as I can forge iron after the spring meeting."

In the shroud shop, chen fan just wrapped his coat, put his hands into his sleeves, bent his back and said with trembling.

After hearing this, the owner of the shroud shop looked at him with disdain: "you're such a waste. Don't look at this place. Does anyone give credit to the dead? If you have money, I welcome it. If you don't, get out of here!"

The same words appeared in every shop, chen fan suddenly understood the bitterness and bitterness of an ordinary person.

Perhaps this is the life of all kinds, but also must experience everything.

Full of loneliness back home, chen fan really sat on the master's body money, hesitated for a long time, muttered to himself: "maybe I owe you the love, this life can not repay."

Silent roll up the mat of master's life, chen fan took a basket, took the last half of the candle home, and some old clothes.

So he took the master's body and walked out of the city.

There were no coffins, no incense paper money, only a few rags, half a candle, and a broken straw mat.

The snow is still falling outside. Chen Fan almost became a snowman soon after he left.

Looking up at the dark sky, a voice suddenly rang from the bottom of his heart.

If there were no mistakes in his practice, what kind of life would he be experiencing now?