Chapter 2872: Falling in love, staying together is hard to grow old
Although Zhou Yu is not very old, he seems to feel old.
Because the old man likes to recall the past, and he also likes to recall the past now, and even recalls the past unconsciously.
"Although I grew up in Jiangbei..." Zhou Yu smiled slightly, and there seemed to be some wandering memories of the past in his eyes, "But I basically never played in Jiangbei when I was a child... What I remember most at that time was reading, and I loved it the most.
It’s just playing the piano in the backyard..."
People of later generations like Zhou Yu. Most of them like Zhou Yu's intelligence, charming and suave, as well as his superb attainments in music and art. However, few people will explore what Zhou Yu paid in order to obtain these talents.
Like a piece of pie appearing out of thin air and 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 have lived a few more years, Zhou Yu might have been happier, but he might also have become a son of a noble family like Zhou Hui, a lackey who fights cocks and flies eagles and horses.
In the Han Dynasty, it was a very common phenomenon to eat out one's family.
Even in later generations, the property of the Dink family is 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 what situation the Zhou family will face. Therefore, Zhou Yu is forced to "be less famous". It is like a happy education for future generations, where parents have jobs and income.
Only those who have material conditions are qualified to be happy. How can you be happy if you don't have anything? I'm afraid even the bricklayer who most advocates happiness education will probably not be able to pretend to be happy if he doesn't have money.
The beginning of Zhou Yu's happiness was when he met Sun Ce.
Young men are always emotional.
"Later, I met Sun Boxu..." Zhou Yu smiled slightly, "Thanks to Sun Boxu for never giving up and sacrificing his life for the entrustment... sharing life and death, honor and disgrace, we can have today's Jiangdong..."
Of course, according to Zhou Yu, it was quite perfect.
The best age, at the most right place, met the person I love 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 has a fear of heights.
, and some people like to climb high cliffs very much, so in addition to bungee jumping on suspension bridges, people of later generations also choose horror movies, haunted houses, etc.
Of course, there is another scene that will also have a suspension bridge effect...
battlefield.
Zhou Yu was roughly sixteen years old when he met Sun Ce.
The second grade of secondary school has been completed, but the maturity has not yet arrived.
At the same time, Sun Ce probably started to practice his skills by killing bandits nearby at that time, making some preliminary preparations for later fighting with his father Sun Jian.
Therefore, it is almost certain that when Zhou Yu went to visit Sun Ce, Sun Ce would probably use some small-scale battles to select 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 is completely indifferent to the gentry kids who came to him in the past, because he feels that those gentry kids can only beep all day long.
Beep. Say 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 spoke less was because Zhou Yu didn't have many opportunities for trial and error. He was a child without a father, so he had to be cautious. As for that time, Zhou Yu didn't have many choices.
Among the surrounding princes, apart from Sun Jian and Sun Ce, the closest ones were Yuan Shu and Liu Biao.
Yuan Shu looked down on Zhou Yu because Yuan Shu was arrogant. Yuan Shu couldn't even look down on the three gongs and nine ministers, let alone the then unknown little Zhou Yu. As for Liu Biao, he was focused on building reputation within Jingxiang and forming a coalition, so he couldn't look down on him either.
The above is a young man of the Zhou family who was not born in 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 because of his young age and lack of experience. Just like small companies in later generations will not specifically set any thresholds. When a certain treasure has not grown yet, someone even
Go to the street and kill people, as long as you can survive and breathe, you can wait until you grow up...
Because Sun Ce is young and inexperienced, it is easier to deceive... No, it is better to communicate. Are they all young people? But Zhou Yu did not expect that Sun Ce would be so easy to deceive, and then he took out his brain without saying a word and handed it to
Zhou Yu.
First time on the battlefield.
First time commanding combat.
First time killing someone.
Zhou Yu controlled his expression very well, so that no one could tell that it was his first time, but the hormones in his body didn't care what his expression was and still filled every cell of his body.
At the beginning, Sun Ce may have wanted to take Zhou Yu to scare him on the battlefield because he saw Zhou Yu's handsomeness like a little girl. He had the bad taste of 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 is mostly 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 the 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.
"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 though Zhou Yu gave him an explanation.
Zhou Yu still smiled, expressed his thanks again, and then sent Zhou Hui 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 pioneered new territories, the second generation that connects the past and the next, and the third generation...
Most of them make mistakes from the beginning.
Zhou family...
In other words, 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.
Zhou Yu also knew where this courage came from...
When you have nothing, you will naturally be willing to give up. Anyway, you only have these broken pots and jars, so you can make money no matter what. But when you marry a wife and have children, there are elders and younger ones, and you have to carry a tortoise shell in the middle.
At that time, naturally I could only shrink my head and pretend I was a Ninja Turtle.
So can Sun Quan be willing to spare his efforts now?
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.
With Sun Quan's temper, if Zhou Yu really left Jiangdong, whether he really wanted to seek treatment or not, would Sun Quan allow him to walk to Chang'an safely? Even if Sun Quan failed to react for a while, Cao Cao in Xu County would watch helplessly.
Watching Zhou Yu, a big fish, pass by the door, and then do nothing?
Although Zhou Hui has good intentions, his intelligence and political sensitivity are both very poor.
Nowadays, it is no longer an era when a man with good intentions and kindness can get a good death!
So he can't leave.
You can only rely on your life to survive. Even though Zhou Yu knew that there might be a glimmer of life at the Chang'an Medical Center, he himself wanted to cut off this glimmer of life. After all, Zhou Yu not only had himself, but also his family.
besides……
Xiao Qiao.
Zhou Yu’s wife is not Xiao Qiao.
Perhaps people who read Three Kingdoms are staring at Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao, thinking that it is a perfect match between a talented man and a beautiful woman.
Men substitute themselves into Zhou Yu, and feel that they are like Zhou Yu's feather fan scarf, guiding the country, and then there is a peerless beauty beside him looking at him with admiration...
For women, it is Xiao Qiao who takes the crown... uh, wrong, it is the boudoir teasing that gives birth to early blooming hair, it is 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 title so far. Calling her Mrs. Ru actually makes it clear that she is not a wife.
Zhou Yu's wife had been decided very early on. And at that time, Zhou Yu had not even met his wife, and there was no talk of free love and mutual love. The marriage between Zhou Yu and his wife was nothing more than a family affair.
He cannot and cannot refuse the necessary political marriage.
It's like he can't go to Baiyi Clinic this time.
I can't help myself.
Life is a member of the Zhou family, death is a ghost of the Zhou family.
But Xiao Qiao is not...
She is not even a member of the Zhou family, and she cannot 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.
I am a concubine, and I am standing aside to wait on you. I am not even qualified to sit down.
The sound of silk and bamboo music started just now, and it has already started quietly. On the terrace in the back hall, there is a pretty figure playing the piano.
Zhou Yu walked over slowly, and his stern expression gradually softened.
The annoyance and noise around her seemed to have faded away. A woman in white was sitting in the pavilion, her green gauze hanging, as if she was dancing to the sound of the piano. Xiao Qiao was stroking the guqin in front of her, her long hair on her head.
Then it was simply rolled up into a bunch and poured down, soft and shiny. The white skirt stretched out like a flower on the mat. The sound of the piano tinkled, and the soft and comfortable feeling was 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.
Xiao Qiao looked like an ink painting of a beautiful 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 hung lightly on his cheeks. He just showed an indifferent and leisurely look, as if he was immersed in the music score, as if
Play leisurely on a deserted mountain or beside a quiet lake.
Zhou Yu listened intently.
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. Life cannot be fair. This is something that is engraved in the DNA of an individual. Some people have a good sense of music and can write seventy-seven on the spot while listening to a piece of music.
In the 1980s and 1980s, some people are tone-deaf. Even if they practice hard in the singing studio 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 always 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 poems. Time is always limited, and later generations of capitalists also know this very well, so they will do everything they can to take up the time for ordinary people to learn and grow. After all, as long as
If ordinary people don't learn or grow, they don't have to worry about being hung from a street lamp.
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 sigh with one sentence: "When Yu is born, why is Liang born?", but there is nothing else. As for the so-called "Yang of the River" written by Zhou Yu, it is clear at a glance at the structure of the poems. Most of them are far-fetched, and later generations used his name to make fake
That's all.
The music played by Xiao Qiao was taught to her by Zhou Yu before.
She didn't play very well before, but there seemed to be something different today.
The sound of the piano is endless, and at this moment, it seems to have become the master of this world.
Plain clothes, Guqin.
Qingyan, Taixie.
The 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 sweetheart for the first time. But as the wind and rain come, the flowers can only curl up, longing for the protection and care of the husband. But after the wind and rain,
It's 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 was only a small, humble figure, kneeling on the ground begging, pleading to heaven and earth.
Pray for him.
The sound of this music is 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, all the syllables seem to exist at this moment.
My own soul is singing and speaking to this world...
Xiao Qiao didn't notice Zhou Yu coming, she was immersed in the music wholeheartedly.
She worries and prays.
This is almost a brand new piece that Zhou Yu has never heard before. Although he has taught her before, this piece now belongs to her. Although there are some details that are not refined and rounded enough, there is a vague sense of
As expected, Xiao Qiao broke away from Zhou Yu's framework and emerged with something of her own.
In the past, Xiao Qiao kept the sound of the piano and flute, and seemed to be cautious. Zhou Yu could understand, but was somewhat helpless. He liked Xiao Qiao, but he could not 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 was an actual position, not a title, so Zhou Yu could 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? He can only be a 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."
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Therefore, 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 was really not because Zhou Yu was flirting with women, but because he knew that if he was a little far away
If the time is longer, Xiao Qiao may be thrown aside at any time like an object.
Just like the situation of Da Qiao after Sun Ce died.
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 pressed her hands on the piano and sat there infatuatedly. Finally, she couldn't help it. A drop of tear fell down and hit the back of her hand, causing a small tear to bloom.
.
In the blur of vision, 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 hazy mist.
Xiao Qiao hurriedly wanted to stand up and salute, and was also anxious to wipe away the tears that fell from her eyes. 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 he was talking to Xiao Qiao, and also as if he was talking to Xiao Qiao.
He said it himself.
Xiao Qiao hugged Zhou Yu, tilted her head inward, and responded in a low voice.
