"I have only loved my grandmother all my life. Don't you think my grandfather is great?" Seeing that we didn't say anything, Du Siye frowned and said, "I believe you all know Gao Shi, a poet who was a contemporary of my grandfather and also his good friend. !”
"Is that Gao Shi who wrote "Farewell to Dong Da"?" After Du Siye said this, I also stopped joking and said seriously: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling. Don't worry about the future. You are a confidant, no one in the world doesn’t know you!”
"I can't tell, you're not really one of a kind." Du Siye heard that I had a wet hand without any hesitation, and his attitude toward me actually changed, and he said calmly: "At that time, Gao Shi said to his friend, [When I get home and see my wife and son, I have to drink dozens of glasses of Junchun wine, otherwise I will be so worried that I will die]!"
"I understand this sentence." Yilv Mochen interjected: "Is it because Gao Shi is tired of his wife? He is tired of seeing her. If he hadn't gone to his friends to have a drink, he would have died of worry!"
"Well, yes." Du Siye nodded and said: "Gao Shi is like this, let alone others. Only my grandfather has never regarded my grandmother as a burden, because my grandfather is considerate and they have a common language. In the quiet night, my grandmother listened silently. Grandfather's anguish, some comfort and some help, all turned into a common lament for both parties!"[
This time we did not interrupt Du Siye's narration, and listened to him quietly telling about Du Fu's life: "My grandfather took his family and started a wandering career for more than ten years. In Wang Anshi's words, it was "hungry to travel half of Kyushu". It’s ridiculous, they traveled half of China on an empty stomach, but every loss must be rewarded, and they later arrived in Chengdu and stayed in an ancient temple next to Huanhua Creek!”
"I remember that my grandfather once wrote a poem about the predicament at that time, [The entrance is still empty, the old wife sees that I have the same color, the idiot does not know the etiquette of father and son, and screams in anger, asks for food and cries for money], can you imagine the scene at that time? The family was so poor that they didn't have a grain of rice. My grandparents were very worried. Their youngest son, my brother-in-law, was so hungry that he couldn't stand it. He ignored the courtesy between father and son and yelled at his father to go find someone to beg for food." Du Siye said. There were even tears in his eyes: "As a talented and proud grandfather, he has been reduced to this situation. Do you think he can feel better?"
"No wonder the ancients said that all the literati died of starvation." Yilu Mochen sighed and interjected.
"This statement needs to be changed in modern times." I also frowned and said: "In this society, those who starve to death are all hard-working Internet writers, because there are too many pirated copies!"
A wisp of Mochen: "..."
Du Siye continued bitterly: "My grandfather had no choice but to send a letter of help to his good friend Gao Shi, the governor of Pengzhou at the time: [Half of a century has passed, and autumn has turned to hunger and cold. I want to ask the Pengzhou herdsman when he will rescue the emergency]. Fortunately, Gao Shi Shi and his grandfather were brothers, and they carried food from hundreds of miles away to support him. The neighbors also gave him some side dishes, which relieved his urgent need!"
"Later, my grandfather's life finally got better. At that time, the Jiedushi [Yan Wu] admired his poetic talents and hired him as a staff officer in the shogunate. He also applied for an official title from the court for him, called [Inspection and Engineering Ministry Yuanwailang] ], so people called him [Du Gongbu], and later, with the support of friends, he built several thatched cottages in the upper reaches of Huanhua Creek, which became the famous Du Fu Thatched Cottage!"
"After half a lifetime of wandering, all the hardships finally come to an end." Hearing this, Yilu Mochen and I sighed at the same time.
"After all the hardships, it's all good, I guess..." Du Siye smiled bitterly and said: "At that time, my grandfather was over fifty and my grandmother was in her forties. They had been married for more than 20 years. In the past 20 years, they had been together less and separated more. Grandma Raising many children, she has endured hardships and suffered a lot, and life has roughened her up a bit. She has long forgotten that she comes from a scholarly family and that she can also play chess, calligraphy and painting!"
A smile appeared on Du Siye's face and he said: "It is said that one day, my grandmother suddenly remembered that she had not touched the black and white chess pieces for many years, so she got interested, drew a chessboard on the paper, and talked with my grandfather, and my grandfather wrote [The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the child strikes a needle to make a fishing hook]."
"Your grandfather must have been the happiest during this period." I was also immersed in the story: "Being away from the smoke for a while, the years are quiet. Such ordinary happiness filled with human affection is really too luxurious for him!"
"Yes." The smile on Du Siye's face disappeared instantly: "The good times did not last long. Later, Yan Wu fell ill and died in Chengdu. Without shelter, his grandfather had no choice but to continue wandering with his wife and children. At the age of fifty-nine, he I planned to go to Chenzhou to join my uncle, but when I passed through Leiyang, I was trapped by the flood and starved for nine days!"
Du Siye said bitterly: "The local magistrate rescued him in a boat and entertained him with beef and liquor. It was rare for him to have a full meal, so he let go and died of fullness!"
"What." I was shocked: "Du Fu actually died from force!!!"
"It should be... food poisoning, or indigestion." Yilv Mochen was calmer than me and analyzed carefully.
Du Siye seemed not to have heard what we said, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "My grandmother was so sad that she sold her clothes and borrowed them from here and there before hastily burying my grandfather in Pingjiang. After my grandfather died, my grandmother was so worried and overworked that she soon left in depression." Human world!"
"Although it's not as earth-shattering as Lu You and Tang Wan'er, the decades of persistence are indeed moving." After listening to the long story, I sighed.
"It's painful to think about it. A beautiful woman who was extremely beautiful married Du Fu at the age of nineteen. She didn't live a comfortable life for a few days before wandering around. She regretted it and never left her, accompanying her husband through all the ups and downs in his life. This kind of Virtue and care should be regarded as the warmest highlights in Du Fu's poor life." Yilu Mochen looked up at me, and then said: "Although there are too few such women in today's society, I am one of them!"
I smiled bitterly, "Damn it, do you think you have anything to do with me?"
"My grandfather served the country and the people all his life, but he failed in his ambition. Especially in his later years, he lived in Jiangxi and suffered from poverty and illness. Before he died, he told my father: "You cannot be ranked with your distant ancestor Dangyang Marquis in life, but after death you must be with him. They were buried together; your mother and I spent less time together and more separation when we were alive, and I hope we can live together in the same place for a long time after death!"
"I understand." Yilv Mochen nodded and said: "Du Fu died in a foreign country. In order to fulfill his last wish, you are going to take their bones back to the ancestral grave!"
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"Yes." Du Siye nodded: "After the death of my grandparents, our Du family has improved slightly after forty years of development. Some time ago, I often dreamed about my grandfather. One night, I just fell asleep and heard a sound of horse hooves. I turned around to see the sound, but it was a white-bearded veteran riding a tall horse into the courtyard, calling himself the distant ancestor, Du Yu!"
"I still understood what was going on when I saw my grandfather Du Fu and my grandmother Yang going out to greet them. The white-bearded veteran said, you and your wife have been living in a foreign country for a long time. I miss you very much. I made a special trip today. You can go back with me.
What a great family reunion." Du Siye said vividly: "I remember clearly at that time, my grandfather was overjoyed, my grandmother bowed and the veteran walked away!"
"It's so magical..." Yixiu Mochen said blankly.
"When I woke up, I suddenly remembered my grandfather's last words, so I immediately called my family to discuss it, and finally decided to take my grandfather's bones to the Yanshi ancestral grave and bury him and my grandmother together," Du Siye finally said.
"I have a question." After he explained the whole story clearly, I frowned and said, "It stands to reason that transporting the bones is your own business, so why do you need someone to protect you!"
"You don't know anything." Du Siye hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I have said before that my grandfather was capable of both literary and martial arts throughout his life, but the world only knows about his achievements in literature, but not his accomplishments in martial arts!"
"Oh." I suddenly felt like it and said excitedly, "Maybe Senior Du Fu still has some skills left behind!"
"It doesn't count. There is only one copy of "Du Fu's Book of Poetry."" Du Siye glanced at me and said seriously: "But you don't need to covet it. Once you successfully escort me to Yanshi, I will keep this book of poetry with both hands."
What does it have to do with you if I give it to Mo Chen, the heroine?"
"I'll wipe..." I grinned.
"Boss Yu Wang, what's that expression on your face?" Yilv Mochen chuckled and said, "When the task is completed, I will give you the poem book. Don't you owe me another favor?"
"It's best not to have Miss Mo Chen." Du Siye shook his head and said, "My grandfather is righteous, but he practices magic. Even if you give him poems and books, he won't be able to practice at all, unless he is willing to give up magic and correct his evil ways!"
"It's simply impossible." It seems that I won't get any special reward for this mission, but Mo Chen can get Du Fu's poetry book, which is actually quite good: "Because the warriors in Jiangshan Continent know that you have this poetry book with you, so
They are going to hunt you down!"
"Exactly." Du Siye also hid it from me and said: "I was careful all the way, but somehow, the news still leaked out. Today I went down the river, and several warriors appeared on the boat. They asked me to hand over
Skeletons and poetry books, I obey!"
"Well, then they will kill you." I felt very surprised.
"I was protected by my distant ancestors, so I escaped the disaster." Du Siye said with lingering fear: "Just when they were about to attack me, a whirlwind suddenly rolled on the river, causing the sky to become dark and the water to darken.
My body was violently jolted, and the people on the boat were unsteady, blowing all those warriors into the river. Just when they were about to attack me in the water, the whirlwind swept me into the air again, and I floated across the river, safely
It fell on the shore!"
"Well, I can testify to this." Yilv Mochen said with a smile: "I wanted to level up tonight. When I saw Mr. Du being chased, I took care of those warriors and took him into the pink ground to rest.
Then he wanted to ask me to escort him, so I came to find you!"
"The warrior chasing Mr. Du is not a player, but an NPC." I said.
"Hey, how do you know?" Yixiu Mochen looked at me in surprise and asked.
"Because..." I pointed forward: "They are coming to the door again!"
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There are different opinions about Du Fu's death. Some say he died of illness, some say he died from drowning, some say food poisoning, and some say indigestion. The latter two theories are more credible. It is a pity that the story of a generation of literary giants who ate people to death and died in a whirlwind is also true.
