On a common, uncommon night, I saw Zhou Yu with a piece of reed on my pillow. Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms, who galloped gallopingly and heroically.
Because the moon is good, and it is in the wilderness, the transparency of the air is very high, so even at night, I recognized him at a glance. That night I wore a white nightgown, black hair drooping, and bare feet, walking aimlessly on the river bank. The smell of cold and wet water struck me. I somehow smelled of burning wormwood, and then I heard the horns, and I left the river bank, looking for the smell of wormwood and the rumbling drum sound. When I went there, I saw a desolate wilderness, where tents were everywhere like mushrooms. There was a small bonfire in front of the tent. The military horses hung their heads to eat the night grass. The snoring faintly floated on the ground. At this moment, I saw Zhou Yu standing alone in the wilderness.
I don’t have Diao Chan’s beauty. Zhou Yu noticed me completely because in this wilderness, only two people had their eyes open, while the others were sleeping. The two people who looked at each other in the moonlight with their eyes, one was me and the other was Zhou Yu.
Because I saw the man I wanted to see the most, I was speechless at that moment. When I saw a close person, it was always that kind of expression.
Zhou Yu wearing armor. The sword’s eyebrows were flying, his eyes were shining, and a violent spirit made me tremble. “The battle is not up yet, why are you shaking?” Zhou Yu said. I want to tell him that his brilliance makes me tremble, and only the irresistible charm of people makes me tremble. But I am speechless.
I don’t know what war will happen. Such a large-scale camping camp, such a battle that made Zhou Yu sleepless at night, must be extraordinary. The short knives meet, and the sabers that have been polished before the war will be stained with blood. Only when the sword is stained with blood will the war end. How many people’s blood has been contaminated with sabers, and how many such knives have been abandoned in the loess, and thick rust has developed.
Zhou Yu did not care about my trembling, but threw a handful of wormwood into the campfire, and I understood the origin of the smell of wormwood. But what about the drum horns we heard before?
When Zhou Yu turned to the tent, I saw a drum on the ground, and the horn was hanging on the tent. He picked up the drumsticks, knocked sullenly, and then blew the horn again. He was intoxicated and addicted to the sound of war, his armor shone.
I said, “This drum horn sounds upset me.”
Zhou Yu laughed, his smile like an echo in front of Snow Mountain. He put down the drumstick and horn, he came towards me, he said: “What sound does not bother you?”
I said: “The sound of running water, the sound of birds, the noise of children, the sound of women’s laundry, the man’s Drinking sound.”
Zhou Yu laughed again. I saw the moonlight illuminating his teeth.
I said: “I don’t like the armor you wear, you will be more handsome in cloth.”
Zhou Yu said: “I don’t wear armor, how can I be heroic?”
I said: ” You don’t wear armor, you are the real heromale. ”
We don’t talk anymore, the moon slowly travels west, the campfire is twilight, the smell of wormwood changes from thick to light, and the evening wind blows the military flag in front of the tent. I sat on the wilderness and Zhou Yu also crossed legs Sit.
We are opposite.
He said, “Where are you from? Why did it appear before I traveled?
I said, “I am a village woman. After harvesting the reeds, I walked along the river bank, smelled the smell of wormwood, and heard the sound of drum horns before I came here. I did not expect to meet you.” “
”You don’t want to meet me? “
”Meeting with you is my greatest wish. “I said.”
“Don’t you want to meet Zhuge Kongming?” “
”Reluctant. “I said,” Zhuge Kongming is a god. I don’t associate with God, I only associate with people. “
”You said that Zhuge Kongming was a god, and it was a mockery of my heroic shortness of breath. Zhou Yu was excited.
“What’s wrong with heroic shortness of breath?” “I said, “I like short-lived heroes. I don’t like gods that never fall. The hero should fall. “
Zhou Yu no longer laughed, and he threw a handful of wormwood into the campfire again. I saw the moon slightly whitened, and the milk-like luster made the wilderness extra soft and serene.
I said, “I should Going back, it’s almost clear, it’s time to go back to the baby, and the pigs and chickens need food. “
Zhou Yu motionless, he looked at me.
I stood up, repeated what I just said, and then slowly turned around and left Zhou Yu reluctantly. Before I left, I was trembling and I was leaving intimate People often do this.