??Although Zhou Yu is not very old, he seems to already feel old.


    Because the old man likes to recall the past, and he also likes to recall the past now, even unconsciously.


    "Although I grew up in Jiangbei..." Zhou Yu smiled slightly, and his eyes seemed to be somewhat wandering about reminiscing about the past, "But I basically never played in Jiangbei when I was a child... What I remember most at that time was reading, and what I liked most, Just playing the piano in the backyard..."


    People of later generations like Zhou Yu, and most of them like Zhou Yu''s intelligence, charming, and superb attainments in music and art, but few people will explore what Zhou Yu paid to acquire these talents. Like a piece of pie appears out of nowhere and is then ready to be eaten?


    Although Zhou Yu put it simply, in fact there was not much joy in his young years.


    ??If Zhou Yu''s father could live a few more years, Zhou Yu might be more happy, but he might also become a son of a noble family like Zhou Hui, a lackey in a fighting **** and a flying eagle and a fast horse.


    During the Han Dynasty, it was a very common phenomenon to be exterminated.


    Even in later generations, the property of the Dink family was often coveted by relatives and even brothers and sisters.


    ?Zhou Yu''s father is dead. If Zhou Yu fails to become a talented person, there is no need to say more about what situation the Zhou family will face. Therefore, Zhou Yu was forced to "be less famous". Just like the happiness education for future generations, only parents who have jobs, income and material conditions are qualified to be happy. If they have nothing, how can they be happy? I''m afraid that even the master who advocates happy education the most would probably not be able to pretend to be happy if he doesn''t have the money.


    The beginning of Zhou Yu’s happiness was when he met Sun Ce.


    Young men are always sentimental.


    "Later, I met Sun Bofu..." Zhou Yu smiled slightly, "Thanks to Sun Bofu for never giving up and sacrificing his life for the entrustment...we share weal and woe in life and death, and only then can we have today''s Jiangdong..."


    Of course, according to Zhou Yu, it was quite perfect.


    The best age, at the most right place, meeting the person I like the most...


    Um?


    A little weird?


    But Zhou Shaolang probably expressed this meaning.


    But in fact, if you have some knowledge of later psychology, the "suspension bridge effect" may not be able to escape the relationship between Sun Ce and Zhou Yu. It doesn’t have to be a suspension bridge. After all, not everyone is afraid of heights, and some people like to climb high cliffs. Therefore, in addition to bungee jumping from a suspension bridge, people in later generations will also choose horror movies, haunted houses, etc.


    ?Of course, there is another scene that also has the suspension bridge effect...


    The battlefield.


    Zhou Yu was roughly sixteen years old when he met Sun Ce.


    Having completed the secondary level, but not mature enough yet.


    ?At the same time, Sun Ce probably started killing bandits and thieves nearby to practice his skills at that time, and made some preliminary preparations for later fighting with his father Sun Jian.


    Therefore, it is almost certain that when Zhou Yu went to see Sun Ce, Sun Ce would probably use some small-scale battles to screen the friends around him, and it was probably at that time that the two people established their relationship.


    The relationship between king and minister.


    ?Sun Ce obviously doesn’t like to use his brain, and he is completely incompatible with the keyboard warrior Gang Jing. Therefore, Sun Ce was completely indifferent to the gentry children who came here because of his reputation, because he felt that those gentry children could only beep all day long. Saying this is more important than this, that is better than that, so Sun Ce should do this, and then do that.


    Zhou Yu is obviously different.


    Zhou Yu talks little.


    The reason why he talks less is because Zhou Yu does not have many opportunities for trial and error. He is a child without a father, so he must be cautious. As for that time, Zhou Yu didn''t have much choice.


    In addition to Sun Jian and Sun Ce, among the surrounding princes, Yuan Shu and Liu Biao were the remaining ones.


    ?Yuan Shu looked down upon Zhou Yu because Yuan Shu was arrogant. Yuan Shu couldn''t even look down on the Three Gongs and Nine Qings, let alone the then unknown little Zhou Yu? As for Liu Biao, at that time he was focused on building reputation within Jingxiang and forming alliances. He also looked down upon young men of the Zhou family who were not from Jingxiang.


    Zhou Yu may have thought about the princes who were too far away, but unfortunately, he could not go there.


    After all, he is gone, what will happen to the Zhou family?


    No one asked Zhou Yu to bear these burdens, but Zhou Yu knew that he had responsibilities on his shoulders.


    So Jiangdong is the best choice.


    ?Because Jiangdong is weak and in urgent need of talents, he will not be turned away just because he is young and inexperienced. Just like small companies in later generations will not specifically set any thresholds. When a certain treasure was not yet strong, someone even went to the street to kill people, as long as they could survive and breathe. When they grow up...


    Because Sun Ce is young, relatively inexperienced, and easier to deceive...no, he is better at communicating. Are they all young people? But Zhou Yu didn''t expect that Sun Ce would be so easy to deceive, and then he took out his brain and handed it to Zhou Yu without saying a word.


    The first time on the battlefield.


    The first time to command combat.


    The first murder.


    Zhou Yu controlled his expression very well, making it difficult for people to tell that it was his first time. However, the hormones in his body did not care about his expression and continued to permeate every cell in his body.


    At the beginning, Sun Ce might have wanted to take Zhou Yu to scare him on the battlefield because he saw Zhou Yu was as handsome as a little girl. He had some bad taste in watching Zhou Yu cry, but he didn''t expect that he would be attracted by Zhou Yu instead. I was attracted by the contrast and cuteness, and then fell into Zhou Yu''s hands.


    Most of the young man''s emotions are innocent.


    Just like the love between students on campus, most of them are sincere. Well, that’s right, it’s just between students, not teachers. After all, status, information, authority, assets, etc. are not equal.


    Similarly, if Sun Ce did not die early, but waited ten or twenty years later, the friendship between Zhou Yu and Sun Ce would definitely gradually change, just like no matter how beautiful love is, they have to face wealth, rice, oil and salt. , or campus love will eventually have to face betrothal gifts and housing prices, even if students and teachers will eventually fight over essay issues.


    ? Then it happened that Zhou Yu''s feelings for Sun Ce stayed at the most beautiful moment forever.


    “I’m sorry...” Zhou Yu made the final decision, “Thank you, brother Cong, for coming to persuade me, but I will not leave Jiangdong...”


    ?Zhou Hui stared with helplessness on his face.


    Zhou Hui couldn''t understand it at all, even if Zhou Yu gave an explanation.


    Zhou Yu still smiled and expressed his thanks again, and then asked Zhou Hui to be sent to the guest room to rest.


    ??Although Zhou Hui couldn''t understand him, Zhou Yu still felt a little happy. After all, it was still a concern, and it didn''t matter how many factors were behind the concern.


    The generation that opened up new territories, the second generation that connected the past and the next, and as for the third generation...


    Most people are confused from the beginning.


    Zhou’s…


    The same is true for Jiangdong.


    Zhou Yu knew this, just as he also knew that Sun Quan could not achieve the same courage as his father and brother.


    Similarly, Zhou Yu also knew where this courage came from...


    ?When you have nothing, you will naturally be generous. Anyway, you only have these shabby pots and jars, so you can make money no matter what. But when you have a wife and children, an elder and a younger one, and you have to carry a turtle shell in the middle, naturally you can only shrink your head and pretend that you are a Ninja Turtle.


    ?So now is Sun Quan willing to spare his efforts?


    Even Zhou Yu himself couldn''t survive.


    After Zhou Hui left, Zhou Yu sat in the hall and pondered for a moment. The smile on his face gradually faded and became cold.


    ?Given Sun Quan’s temperament, if Zhou Yu really left Jiangdong, regardless of whether he really wanted to seek medical treatment, would Sun Quan allow him to go to Chang’an safely? Even if Sun Quan couldn''t react for a moment, Cao Cao in Xu County would just watch Zhou Yu, a big fish, pass by the door, and then do nothing?


    ?Although Zhou Hui has good intentions, his wisdom and political sensitivity are both too poor.


    ??Nowadays, big men are no longer in an age where good intentions and kindness can lead to a good death!


    So he couldn''t leave.


    Living can only depend on life. Even though Zhou Yu knew that there might be a glimmer of life at Chang''an Baiyi Medical Center, he wanted to cut off this glimmer of life himself. After all, Zhou Yu is not only himself, but also his family and...


    Xiao Qiao.


    Zhou Yu’s wife is not Xiao Qiao.


    ?Perhaps those who read Three Kingdoms are staring at Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao, thinking that he is a perfect match between a talented man and a beautiful woman. Men substitute themselves for Zhou Yu and feel that they are like Zhou Yu''s feather fan and silk scarf, pointing the country, and then there is a peerless beauty beside him looking at him with admiration...


    ??For women, Xiao Qiao takes the crown...well, that''s wrong. It''s the boudoir teasing that makes her hair grow early, it''s Qin Sexiang and Lang Qing''s concubine, the peerless handsome man is unparalleled in wisdom, gentleness and considerate, and together they live a life of adequate food and clothing...


    In fact, it is a pity that Xiao Qiao is just a concubine and has no status so far. Calling her a madam actually makes it clear that she is not a madam.


    Zhou Yu’s wife was decided very early on. Moreover, Zhou Yu had not even met his wife at that time, and there was no talk of free love and mutual affection. The marriage between Zhou Yu and his wife was nothing more than a political marriage that the family needed, and he could not and could not refuse it.


    It’s like he can’t go to the Hundred Medical Center this time.


    Can’t help myself.


    In life, he is a member of the Zhou family, and in death, he is a ghost of the Zhou family.


    But Xiao Qiao is not...


    She is not even a member of the Zhou family, and there is no way she will become a ghost of the Zhou family even if she dies.


    She can''t enter the Zhou family''s grave...


    Because she is a concubine.


    Concubine, an established daughter, stands aside and waits on her, and is not even qualified to sit down.


    The sound of silk and bamboo began just now and has already started quietly. On the pavilion in the back hall, there is a pretty figure playing the piano.


    ?Zhou Yu walked over slowly, and his stern face gradually softened.


    The annoyance and noise around her seemed to have faded away. A woman in white was sitting on the pavilion, her green gauze hanging down, as if she was dancing to the sound of the piano. Xiao Qiao gently stroked the guqin in front of her, her long hair was simply pulled into a bunch behind her head, flowing down, soft and shiny. The white skirt stretched out like a flower on the mat. The tinkling sound of the piano and the soft and comfortable feeling were mixed into Zhou Yu''s chaotic mood.


    The noise in the world, at this moment, seemed to be soothed by the sound of the piano. It was gradually stretched and smoothed by the soft and slow sound of the piano. The world was quiet, and only the person in front of me and the people in my ears were left. This sound.


    ?Zhou Yu looked at Xiao Qiao with a smile.


    Looking at Xiao Qiao, it was like an ink painting of a lady, full of charm, remaining in his eyes.


    ??There is an elegant and attractive temperament in the gentle fingering. Xiao Qiao lowered his head, and his black hair drooped lightly on his cheeks. He only showed a calm and leisurely look, as if he was immersed in the music score, as if he was playing leisurely on a deserted mountain or beside a quiet lake.


    Zhou Yu listened attentively.


    Zhou Yu was good at music, but not good at poetry.


    There is no way around it, because musical talent is a bowl of rice rewarded by God. For some people, God pinches their necks and pours it down, while for others, even if they scrape the bottom of the bowl over and over again, they still can''t show it. Half a grain of rice. God is so biased, and life cannot be fair. This is something that is innately engraved in a person''s DNA. Some people have a good sense of music, and they can write on the spot after listening to a piece of music. But some people are just tone-deaf. Even if they practice hard in the singing room for a month, they will still sing out of tune when they go out.


    Life is unfair, but one thing is fair, and that is time.


    A person has only twelve hours in a day.


    ?If you spend too much time on music, you will have no time to spend on verses and lyrics. Time is always limited, and later generations of capitalists also know this very well, so they will do everything possible to take up the time for ordinary people to learn and grow. After all, as long as ordinary people do not learn and grow, they don’t have to worry about being hung from street lamps. .


    Zhou Yu was not good at poetry and poetry, so even Mr. Luo couldn''t fill this black hole. He could only add a few limericks to Zhou Yu when he met Zhuge, like "white on a black dog, swollen on a white dog." Even before his death I can only express my emotion by saying, "How can I be bright when I am born with a good hand?", but there is nothing else. As for the later so-called "Yang of the River" written by Zhou Yu, it is clear from a glance at the structure of the poems. Most of them are far-fetched and were just faked by later generations.


    The music played by Xiao Qiao was taught to her by Zhou Yu before.


    She didn''t play very well before, but something seemed different today.


    The sound of the piano is endless, and at this moment, it seems to have become the master of this world.


    Suyi, Guqin.


    Green smoke, Taixie.


    Slender and slender fingers dance, outline, press and slide on the strings.


    The sea of ??flowers in the sky floats down, which is the happiness and joy of a girl meeting her husband for the first time. However, as the wind and rain come, the flowers can only curl up, longing for the protection and care of her husband. However, after the storm, there is not a sunny day, but a sky full of wind and snow, bone-chilling cold, endless worries, and uncontrollable...


    Fear.


    Fear of the future.


    In the snow and wind, there is only a small, humble figure, kneeling on the ground begging, pleading to the heaven and the earth.


    Pray for him.


    ?This music sounds different from the past, and the emotions it brings out are also different from the past. Although the skeleton has not changed, the emotions in the heart are filled with it. All the turns, all the playing, and all the syllables seem to have their own souls at this moment, singing, and leaning towards this piece of heaven and earth. Describe…


    ?Xiao Qiao didn''t notice Zhou Yu''s arrival. She was immersed in the music wholeheartedly.


    She worries, she prays.


    This is almost a brand new piece, Zhou Yu has never heard it before. Although he had taught her before, this piece now belonged to her. Although some details are not refined and rounded enough, Xiao Qiao vaguely breaks away from Zhou Yu''s framework and emerges with something of her own.


    ??The former Xiao Qiao seemed to be cautious in suppressing the sound of the piano or flute. Zhou Yu can understand, but is somewhat helpless. He likes Xiao Qiao, but he cannot give Xiao Qiao a status.


    It’s not that he doesn’t want to give it, it’s that he can’t give it.


    Everyone calls Zhou Yu the governor, but that''s about it.


    The governorship is an actual position, not a title, so Zhou Yu can only have one wife.


    Even Sun Shiwan only has one wife now. After all, Sun Quan is now considered a third-grade general. What rank and title can he bestow on Zhou Yu? We can only have one prefect and then add a governor.


    Unless Zhou Yu immediately jumps to Cao Cao or Fei Qian to obtain the status of a marquis, otherwise Xiao Qiao is a concubine who was "obtained" and "accepted" by him, not "married by a clear matchmaker." .


    Hence, Xiao Qiao had always lived a cautious life. It depends on Zhou Yu''s face, but also on Mrs. Zhou''s face.


    ?Zhou Yu felt very distressed and knew that his wife would not tolerate Xiao Qiao, so he would take Xiao Qiao with him wherever he could. This is really not because Zhou Yu is flirting with women, but because he knows that if he stays a little farther away for a longer time, Xiao Qiao may be thrown aside at any time like an object.


    ??It''s like the situation of Da Qiao after Sun Ce''s death.


    ?Zhou Yu looked at Xiao Qiao with a hint of sadness in his eyes.


    What will happen to you if I die?


    I am worthy of Jiangdong, worthy of Bo Fu, and worthy of the Zhou family. The only thing I owe... is you...


    ?Xiao Qiao’s song ended, and the lingering sound lingered. She put her hands on the piano and sat there dreamingly. After all, she couldn''t help it. A tear fell down and hit the back of her hand, causing a small tear to bloom.


    With her vision blurry, she saw a hand gently reaching out and wiping away the tear. Then she looked up tremblingly and saw Zhou Yu''s smiling face in the mist.


    ??Xiao Qiao hurriedly wanted to stand up and salute, and was also anxious to wipe away her tears. Suddenly she was in a hurry and almost touched the table.


    『Don’t panic, I’m here…』


    Zhou Yu said slowly, as if he had been protecting her all along.


    Xiao Qiao snuggled into Zhou Yu''s arms, and the familiar warmth made her feel at ease.


    『Don’t panic, I’m here. "Zhou Yu patted Xiao Qiao''s back and stroked it twice. He raised his head, looked into the distance, and said slowly, as if speaking to Xiao Qiao, but also to himself.


    ?Xiao Qiao hugged Zhou Yu, tilted her head inward, and responded in a low voice.


    "Um. 』