Chapter 1372： Ordinary people's lives

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

The smithy master died in this winter night.

Last night, he drank into the night and fell down at the door of his house, and then he was lonely and depressed, freezing to death.

At this moment, it has been ten years since Chen Fan became an apprentice in the smithy.

In the past ten years, Chen Fan has completely accepted the reality, and everything in the past may be just a dream.

When waking up from a dream, he needs to face reality.

He became a well-known blacksmith in Qingyang City, and many rangers and even warriors came to him to build weapons.

After a few years, the master no longer strikes the iron, holding Chen Fan's money, and having fun every night, every time he comes back, he is drunk.

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

At this moment, Chen Fan faced the master's frozen corpse with a plain expression and plain eyes.

He didn't seem to have much sadness, because of reality, he couldn't breathe under the positive pressure.

Before his death, the master gave all the remaining wealth in the family to the friend in the brothel. Today, Chen Fan has no idea how to bury the master.

"We have been together for ten years, and I have never known your name. Although you and I are mentors and apprentices, in fact, there is not much affection."

"Back then, you saved my life and asked me to pay it back in 20 years. Now only ten years have passed, and you have been searching for people. Perhaps the last love I owe you is just a beautiful funeral!"

Chen Fan carefully helped the master put on a new set of clothes, which he bought back happily three years ago, and even explained to Chen Fan.

That is the clothes that I wear when I get married after I have saved enough money to redeem my partner in the brothel.

It's just that getting married may not work now, maybe this suit can accompany him into the soil.

After putting on his clothes, Chen Fanbai deliberately helped the master wipe his face. He had never seen a master wash his face in ten years. This time he wiped his face and made several rags unable to be cleaned again.

After wiping, Chen Fan realized that the master was actually quite white, but he never took care of it.

In this way, after finishing everything, Chen Fan took a deep breath and put on a jacket that had been spreading for several years and covered with patches, and opened the door and walked out.

"Boss, can you give me some joss stick paper money on credit? I will return it to you as soon as I can strike iron after the spring meeting."

In the shroud shop, Chen Fan just wrapped his jacket, put his hands into his sleeves, and said with a trembling body.

Hearing this, the owner of the shroud shop looked at him disdainfully: "You **** don't look at what this place is. Does anyone give the dead person a credit? If you have money, I welcome it. If you don't have money, get out!"

The same words appeared in every shop, and Chen Fan suddenly understood the ups and downs of being an ordinary person.

Perhaps this is all the states of life and everything that must be experienced.

Returning home full of loneliness, Chen Fan really sat on the master's corpse, hesitated for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Maybe I owe you the love I will not be able to repay in this life."

Silently rolled up the mat of the master before his death, Chen Fan took a basket and took away the last half of the candle from the house, as well as some shabby clothes.

He held the master's body like this, and walked toward the outside of the city step by step.

There is no coffin, no paper money for joss sticks, only a few torn clothes, half a candle, and a torn straw mat.

The snow outside was still falling. Not long after Chen Fan left, he almost became a snowman.

Looking up at the dim sky, a voice suddenly rang in his heart.

If nothing went wrong in his practice at the beginning, what kind of life would he experience now?