Chen Xiaofei died unexpectedly, suddenly, except for Li Xin's emotion. The only one who grieves is his wife, she is a strong person, she is used to seeing life and death parting, many people die every year in the dart game, and there is nothing strange about dead people for her.

However, this time it didn't work, it was her father-in-law who died, and her father-in-law who had lived together for more than ten years. Chen Xiaofei is good to her, she is well-known in the dart game, she also loves him, and everyone in the dart game knows it. has always been a husband and wife, and the love is abnormal.

With Chen Xiaofei's death, her happy life came to an abrupt end, looking at Chen Xiaofei's cold corpse lying on the wooden board, she could do nothing but weep.

Thinking of the Kaizhou Dart Bureau, the son who was only a few years old was the crystallization of her and Chen Xiaofei, and she now had only one thought in her heart - to go home.

In the afternoon of the same day, she put Chen Xiaofei in the coffin, hired a carriage, and went away lonely in the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Tan Xiaogang was injured and unable to move, so she arranged for several apprentices to escort them home, but she refused the offer. Xianggong is dead, what protection do you need, and besides, her martial arts are not weak, with a corpse, what's so scary?

Tianhe Town talked about this matter the most is that Tan Xiaogang was actually injured, and Chen Xiaofei's death was just a passing mention of "the head of Mr. Chen, who had an accident with him, was unlucky, fell off the cliff directly, and died". Chen Xiaofei is not a local, he has only been here for two days, and few people don't know his name, only that he is the chief dart head of a dart bureau in Kaizhou, that's all.

Li Xin was very emotional about Chen Xiaofei's matter, what else could he do besides emotion?

Nothing can be done.

Other people's affairs let us increase our knowledge;

The death of others is a warning for us.

Li Zishun was silent when he heard the news, they were all people in Kaizhou, although they didn't have much to do with each other, but they also knew each other, except for secretly wishing him a good journey, and there was no accident in heaven, they could only be silent.

Luo Mingyang and Yan Yang felt differently, they bullied him the day before yesterday, Chen Xiaofei didn't draw the knife, he endured it, but he didn't expect to die, and he died unexpectedly.

Yan Yang muttered: "Brother Chen, as the saying goes, once you die, our little festivals will disappear, get acquainted, and go all the way!" ”

Luo Mingyang listened to Yan Yang's words and patted him on the shoulder.

Hu Daifeng returned to the room and picked up a bundle of bamboo slips, which read: "Chen Xiaofei, male, thirty-eight years old, from Kaizhou, ......" At the end of the bamboo slips, add a sentence "Xin Younian, October 3, Tianhe Town, accident, death". Finally, I looked at the bamboo slip for a while, and then threw it in a corner of the small room.

Wu Xiangping sat on the chair, propped himself on the table with one hand, supported his cheeks, and said to Yi Ying: "Senior sister, I really didn't expect it, Chen Darthead is dead." Do you remember? Last year, you bumped into his lady in front of the temple, and he was angry and wanted to beat you, or did her lady stop him? ”

Yi Ying said gloomily: "Of course I remember, I hit the person, it was you, suddenly pulled me, so I didn't pay attention, and hit the person." ”

Wu Xiangping said: "Yes." Chen Xiaofei has such a bad temper, he will die when he dies, hey, it's a pity that his wife is bitter, he died at a young age, so what should she do in the future? And how do you go on with the dart game? The Flying Dragon Dart Bureau is also a well-known name in our Kaizhou, is it just a removal? ”

Yi Ying: "......"

Later, Wu Xiangping saw that Yi Ying didn't answer, and it didn't matter, he was there to make suggestions for Chen Xiaofei's mother's future life.

Li Xin looked at the sky, it was about to be evening, and today it was calm for another day, as if yesterday's events had passed.