At the beginning of 1949, the domestic liberation war was in full swing, and the revolutionary enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high all over the country, but Dali, Yunnan, far away in the southwestern border, was as calm as ever, and the common people were still busy living as usual.

That year, Fan Wenjun was seventeen years old and working as a boy in a woodcarving workshop in the city. He was born with a high level of ingenuity and understanding, and his wood carvings were not only exquisite, but also artistic, so he was deeply loved by the master. Fan Wenjun is very obsessed with the art of wood carving, he often runs to the mountains and forests, streams, carefully observe the grass and trees around him, feel the beauty of nature with his heart, and draw inspiration from it into the creation of wood carving.

Early one morning, Fan Wenjun was meditating in the woods when a burst of singing interrupted his thoughts. "Mid-Autumn Festival osmanthus in August, the desolate guest house on the road, the small bridge flowing water osmanthus fragrant, day and night thinking about ......" (poems in the white opera "Li Yongxiake") beautiful verses, crisp singing, seem to be integrated with the scenery in front of you, making people intoxicated. Fan Wenjun stood up and followed the prestige, not far away, under a big tree, a little girl was practicing her voice, only to see her wearing a long ponytail, her white and tender face was slightly ruddy in the morning light, and a Bai casual dress still could not hide her soft curves.

Fan Wenjun was like discovering a fairy, and his inspiration came spontaneously, and he looked at this "fairy" with full attention, recording every detail of the picture in front of him with his mind. Suddenly, the "fairy" seemed to have discovered him, turned her head suddenly, looked at each other for a moment, and Fan Wenjun immediately sat down with a blushing face.

"Hehehe, where did the voyeur thief come from, don't come out quickly. The girl of the Bai tribe was enthusiastic and unrestrained, and she was not shy at all after finding that she was peeked, but opened her mouth first with a big grin, and walked over while talking. This frightened Fan Wenjun, as if he had been caught as a thief, and when he quickly stood up timidly, he found that the girl had already walked in front of him.

"Auntie...... Girl, I'm ...... I" Fan Wenjun was so nervous that he couldn't speak. The girl let out a burst of "giggle" laughter, as if she was not angry, and she said, "My name is Xiangyu, why do you always sit here in a daze? I have seen you for several days in a row." It turned out that it wasn't Fan Wenjun peeking at her, but she had been peeking at Fan Wenjun for a long time.

After knowing that Xiangyu was not angry, Fan Wenjun felt a little more at ease, and began to speak sharply, but his eyes still didn't dare to look at Xiangyu, he lowered his head and said: "My name is Fan Wenjun, a guy from the Jiayuan Wood Carving Workshop in the city, and I came here to collect wind." ”

"Look up and speak, Jiayuan Wood Carving Workshop? Your wood carving is very beautiful, alas, the hundred birds and Chaofeng at the head of the bed in my room are from your wood carving workshop. Xiangyu said in surprise. Now, they finally found a topic and started talking.

Fan Wenjun glanced up at Xiangyu, looked at her so closely, and found that it was much more beautiful than just now, not just the beauty of appearance, but the beauty of aura, in short, this glance hooked his heart. "Thanks to the girl's love, the wood carving was actually carved by me. Fan Wenjun said very embarrassedly, his face also blushed, and it seemed that he was easy to blush when talking to someone he liked.

"Really, you're amazing. "This fragrant jade is much more generous, and the expressions are also rich, and the people who can sing and dance are different. She said, "Strange, what are you thinking about here every day?"

"Looking for inspiration. Wood is a tree before it is cut down, and like the big trees around us, they are all living things. Therefore, wood carving is different from stone carving, wood carving is something spiritual and emotional. Fan Wenjun said, as if he was immersed in his own art world.

When Xiangyu heard this, she said in surprise: "Oh? Today is really an eye-opener, and wood carving also has spirituality? "The handsome Fan Wenjun, who speaks decently and is courteous, has a unique view of wood carving, and is fundamentally different from other craftsmen, all of which are deeply attracted to Xiangyu.

Fan Wenjun said with a smile: "Each wooden board has different colors and textures, these are the traces of life, and they are the products of this big tree absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. Therefore, when carving, you need to be full of awe, carve with heart, try not to cut off the texture vein, and the color of the pattern should also match the color of the wood itself, so that the wood carving looks more natural and durable. In addition, every detail of the wood carving is the reaction of the carver's mind, full of awe and pleasure carving, the lines are soft and gentle, and the pattern looks inexhaustible and long-lasting. ”

Xiangyu listened carefully, her big eyes flickered, she really didn't expect that there was so much knowledge in carving patterns on wood, and exclaimed: "It's incredible, hehe, I'll go back and take a good look at that bird and phoenix, guess your mind when carving." ”

"Uh, huh?" Fan Wenjun blushed when he heard this. Xiangyu burst into laughter.

"I have to go back, will I come back tomorrow?" Xiangyu asked with a smile, she thought the handsome, somewhat wooden boy in front of her was still quite interesting.

"Come!" Fan Wenjun said without thinking, a surprise in his heart. Xiangyu happily walked away, and Fan Wenjun watched her beautiful shadow until she disappeared into the alley at the foot of the mountain.

In this way, Xiangyu came here every morning to practice singing, and Fan Wenjun also came every morning to "collect wind". came and went like this, and fell in love for a long time (maybe the two fell in love at first sight). One day, Xiangyu suddenly pointed to a boulder and said, "I want to go up and practice singing, so that the voice will sound more empty and there will be no echo interference." "The boulder was as big and tall as a tortoise's back, about several meters high.

"Good. Climbing to the steep place, Fan Wenjun involuntarily took her hand and climbed all the way up. After reaching the top, Fan Wenjun just wanted to let go of his hand, but felt that Xiangyu's hand was held tighter.

Xiangyu said shyly, "Can you sit down and take a look at the scenery with me?"

"Good...... Okay," Fan Wenjun hurriedly said. In this way, the two of them sat on the stone, bathed in the morning light, quietly looking at the Dali City at the foot of the mountain, Fan Wenjun felt that this was the most beautiful Dali City he had ever seen in his life.

Suddenly, Xiangyu leaned on the side of her body, naturally leaning on Fan Wenjun's shoulder, and she whispered: "The scenery is so beautiful, can we come here every day to see the scenery?"

Fan Wenjun couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, stretched out his hand to take Xiangyu into his arms, and said excitedly: "Okay, okay, we come here every day until we die." ”

Xiangyu quickly turned his head, covered his mouth with his hand, and snorted, "I don't want you to say this word, we will be together forever and forever." Fan Wenjun glanced at Xiangyu in his arms, she had always been very aggressive, but at this time she was extremely shy, her face flushed, he couldn't help but kiss it, but Xiangyu didn't dodge......

What a beautiful and moving love story this was, but it's a pity that it makes people jealous, and the final ending is so suffocating. At that time, there was a magistrate named Lu Chongyue in Dali, and the locals called him "Dashuai", who was ostensibly a government official, but in fact he was a small warlord and a local tyrant. He likes to listen to operas very much, and this Xiangyu family is a well-known local white opera family, and is often invited to sing operas in the yamen. At that time, Xiangyu was nearly sixteen years old, and she was born like a hibiscus out of the water, and her father was afraid that she would not have enough experience, so he never dared to let her perform in an important performance. Once Hua Dan was sick, she had no choice but to find Xiangyu to replace her, not long after Xiangyu appeared, she conquered the audience with her beautiful voice, superb acting skills, and her alluring beauty. Forced by the obscenity of this "earth overlord", for the survival of the family, Xiangyu's father had to compromise and promised to marry Xiangyu to Lu Chongyue as a concubine.

After Xiangyu heard her father's words, it was like a bolt from the blue, and she secretly ran out to find Fan Wenjun that night, and the two hugged each other and cried, and finally decided to elope together overnight. Unfortunately, Lu Chongyue was everywhere in Dali, and he knew the news on the night of Xiangyu's elopement, and hurriedly sent people to search around.

That night, Fan Wenjun and Xiangyu hid together in a dilapidated temple on a barren mountain, and the two leaned against each other by the pond under the moon, quietly looking at the moonlight lotus pond, fantasizing about their sweet life in the future. Xiangyu looked at the sparkling pool water, and said emotionally: "I am a lotus flower in the water, the Buddha put me here, practiced the fate of several lifetimes, and finally cultivated to meet you Pingshui." ”

Lu Wenjun listened, hugged her tightly, his eyes flashed with tears, and he said: "I, Fan Wenjun, swear that in this life and this life, I will never be separated from Jasper, until the landslide cracks and the sea withers!"

Suddenly, torches flashed not far away, and the sounds of people and dogs barking were getting closer and closer, and they were already surrounded!

"Miss Xiangyu, the handsome man is waiting for you, come out quickly. Someone shouted.

They looked at the approaching torches around them, and knew that there was no way out, so they looked at each other, looked at each other, smiled, and walked hand in hand into the ruined temple, and resisted the temple gate. Xiangyu glanced at Fan Wenjun affectionately and silently pulled out her belt. Fan Wenjun understood what she meant, with tears streaming down his face, nodded, and pulled out his belt. Then the two did not speak, tacitly hung the two belts side by side on the beam, moved the broken stool and stood hand in hand.

"Remember, we will never be separated, this life, this life, the next life!" Xiangyu used all her strength to hold Fan Wenjun's hand, leaned over and kissed him, biting his lip and biting her own lip, she said with tears in her eyes: "Wen Jun, even if it is reincarnation, you must remember my taste!"

"Hmm!" Fan Wenjun nodded vigorously and grabbed her hand vigorously. The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and the two of them fastened their belts at the same time, stuck their heads into the belts, and fell to the ground with a "bang......

Although this story is a bit bloody, this is indeed the blood and tears love history of Fan Wenjun and Xiangyu. In the face of power, they are powerless to resist, so they can only die to fight against the unjust fate by martyrdom.