Baidi Chunshen

Potential.What do you say that Chiyou's flag is in the sky, and there will be war in Jingzhou.When Mr. asked me, I did what Brother Zun told me, and without saying anything, I handed over an oiled paper umbrella and said:'

Predicting the general trend of the world with illusory astrology is all fabricated and deceitful!It's better to predict tomorrow's weather! '"

"Hahaha... Ah Liang, you are so courageous!"

"Oh. I was not sensible when I was young. I can say whatever Brother Zun taught me. Poorly, I was punished to stand outside the door for an hour, and I scolded Brother Zun thousands of times in my heart... Unexpectedly, the sky really began to be cloudy. It rained heavily after a while It poured down, and many students went home in the rain. Mr. took my oil-paper umbrella and personally sent me home.”

"The gentlemen used to get used to us later, saying that Brother Zun is Wolong, and I am the best white eyebrow from the Ma family... Yuan Zhi will also come to Longzhong at that time, and teach me how to fencing with Brother Zun."

Zhuge Jin smiled and sighed.When Zhuge Liang was a teenager, how many opportunities did he miss to accompany his younger brother?And how Zhuge Liang grew up, what friends he made, what teachers he received...he missed them all.

"Brother..." Ma Liang picked up the hot wine jug on the charcoal fire, filled it into the wine cup, brought it to Zhuge Jin, and said with a smile: "I am washing my long tassels by the river, and my thoughts are melancholy. Looking at the sad wind from afar, I can't drink wine." Remuneration. I hope that my brother will make great achievements in the battlefield, and he will be an official and a minister in Japan, and his life will be as long as the sky."

Zhuge Jin took the wine glass, drank it down, and replied with a smile: "Pedestrians are full of sorrows, why do they comfort me. I have a cup of wine alone, and I have a good relationship with my son. May A Liang have a safe life in the future and be with His Majesty forever."

Ma Liang smiled slightly: "Brother, you really know my heart..."

"A Liang has no ambiguity to His Majesty, just like I have to the Supreme...Brother understands." Zhuge Jin sighed: "I just don't know how good he treats A Liang?"

Ma Liang smiled, but didn't answer. He rolled up Zhuge Jin's sleeves, took off the wound cloth on his wrist, and wiped it with a handkerchief dampened with water.But seeing that the bruises were getting more and more obvious, he frowned, and Zhuge Jin smiled: "Don't worry, Ah Liang, the pain is gone."

Ma Liang casually threw the wound cloth into the stove, carefully applied the ointment on the new clean wound cloth, wrapped it around Zhuge Jin, and smiled: "Brother, do you blame Your Majesty?"

"How can you blame him." Zhuge Jin sighed, "If it wasn't for his twist, my brother's throat would have been cut off with a sword blade, and blood splashed on the Han camp."

"People think that His Majesty was born in the army, and he is vulgar." Ma Liang said softly, "But when Liang met him, he was not like that. Your Majesty loves music, can sing, and can even be said to be a very elegant person. But that alone is not enough To let Liang fall in love with you. Your Majesty is clear-hearted, loyal and upright. What's more rare is the ability to know people, which no one can match. He will teach you nothing to hide when he glances at you and talks with you for a while."

"Liang thinks that music should be used to change customs, first to determine the world and to prosper the rituals and music. If you are not a man of divine literature and sage martial arts, you can't do it...Your Majesty, that's the kind of person. He knows that in troubled times, the world cannot be determined without conquest, so he chose He joined the army. But he loves music, and he hopes that after the world is finally settled, he can use ritual and music to influence the people...Music can be used as a chapter, and fighting can be used as a weapon, so that the rivers and seas will be clean, people will be peaceful, and there will be no more wars."

"..."

"Brother, didn't you tell Liang the same?" Ma Liang sat under Zhuge Jin's knees, looked up at him with a smile: "Why don't you go to the Han camp with Liang now? You ask His Majesty if he treats Hao Hao. Saying one sentence is very good, but it is not enough to understand a good heart. Scholars have different ways of doing things, and they do not conspire with each other. If you meet a master who understands the same way, you will not waste your life."

"..."

Seeing that Zhuge Jin remained silent, Ma Liang laughed, "Don't blame me, brother, I've forgotten my love."

Zhuge Jin said softly: "It's okay. A Liang continued."

"...Your Majesty is the favorite student of the great Confucian Lu Zhonglang. Just listening to the master's talk, you have already won the heart of a saint, and you don't like to delve into words. That's why Lu Zhonglang praised him just now. This is the same as Mr. Shui Jing's praise of elder brother and me. Same reason."

"Ah Liang," Zhuge Jin laughed, "You are not ashamed!"

He looked at Ma Liang, his younger brother, with a smile.He often thinks that he loves Ma Liang as much as he loves Kong Ming, so Ma Liang doesn't have any scruples in front of him, he says whatever comes to his mind, and sometimes he acts like a spoiled child.These are things that Kong Ming, who is already a prime minister, would not do, and can no longer do.

A Liang, you are right.We are divided into two countries, and now we are fighting each other even more.It may be very difficult to have the chance to meet again.Life has been going on for decades, how many times have you and my brother gathered together like this?

He was thinking like this in a trance, but saw Ma Liang pouring another cup of hot wine for him, and said with a smile: "Brother is sleepy, drink this bowl of wine to warm up your body, go to sleep early!"

Zhuge Jin nodded, and after drinking the wine, the two of them lay down on the not-so-big couch in the post house.It's just that after the lights and candles were extinguished, I didn't feel sleepy at all. Looking at the snow falling outside the window, I thought about how the old man would go from now on, how could I not be sentimental.

"Ah Liang, we will be in Yiling tomorrow... Do you want to come with me to see Boyan?"

Ma Liang didn't answer his question just now, looking at the distant sky and lonely moon outside the window, he said for a long time: "If Liang is not the servant of the big man, what will happen today."

"..." Everyone is their master... This is an insurmountable gap no matter what.Even blood relatives and close friends.It is useless to say more, and it will only increase sadness.

Ma Liang sighed: "Liang is already drunk. It made brother sad. Don't blame brother..."

Zhuge Jin laughed and said, "I only drank so much, how could I get drunk?"

"I don't want to, my brother is still paying attention to how much I drink." Ma Liang sat up, hugged his knees and looked at him with a smile: "Liang said that if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk."

"Oh?" Zhuge Jin didn't get up either, and turned over with a smile and adjusted a more comfortable posture to look at him.

Ma Liang also stared at Zhuge Jin with a smile: "Looking at it from a distance, my brother looks like an elegant ink painting, quiet and modest. And brother Kong Mingzun is a lacquer painting, shining brilliantly. But after getting along for a long time, I feel that my brother is like tea, elegant Yiqing, the longer we have been together, the more he feels like a pine and cypress that never fades, and he becomes more sober. And my elder brother is like wine... It is still the sweet and sweet chrysanthemum brew, not like strong wine that makes people drunk after a few sips. If you drink too much, you don’t even know you’re drunk.”

"Ah Liang, stop messing around." Zhuge Jin looked at Ma Liang with a smile: "If you can't sleep... It's been 20 years since I taught you how to play the piano and sing outside the cottage. I don't know how your piano skills have improved."

"Brother, do you want to listen to Xiangru playing the piano?" Ma Liang said with a smile: "After listening, do you have to go with me?"

"Bastard." Zhuge Jin smiled and said, "You're so grown up, you're always so rude." He said, lifted the quilt, and took down the lyre hanging on the wall.

Ma Liang also got up, took the guqin from the bed, put it on the table, and plucked a few overtones between the slender fingers, and turned the qin handle slightly, and the five tones were aligned.Then he said softly to Zhuge Jin: "Please lie down, brother, and listen to Liang playing the piano."

Zhuge Jin closed his eyes and listened.I only heard Ma Liang playing a few low and reverberating scattered sounds, like the wandering and lamenting of a sleepless person in the middle of the night.After a sudden pause, the left hand groaned and kneaded, and the mournful sound was continuous, tightly gripping the heartstrings.Zhuge Jin secretly lamented that Ma Liang's piano skills had improved a lot, and it was only a few notes, which could be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in an instant.

Ma Liang and the qin sing:

"Zhaozhao Su Mingyue, the radiance candles my bed.

Worried people can't sleep, what's the long night.

The breeze blows the door of the boudoir, and the curtain flutters by itself. "

The singing is gentle and slow, like complaints and complaints.Is it actually a song "Sad Song Xing"?It fits the situation of the two of them at this time.As soon as the tune was changed, a desolate voice suddenly appeared:

"Step out of the east gate of the city and look at Jiangnan Road in the distance.

In the snowstorm the day before yesterday, the old man left. "

"I want to cross the river, which is deep and without beams.

I would like to be a double yellow swan, flying high and returning to my hometown. "

Ah Liang... In the snowstorm, we should say goodbye.The Jiangnan Road is so far away, even if you don't want to part with you, brother, you should ignore it.Then you think, why not go back to your hometown when you were a child, at that time, under the moonlight in the thatched cottage, you played the piano and sang softly, there was no war, and we didn't have to be our own masters, fighting each other...

After a few scattered playing, the sound of the piano suddenly turned high-pitched, and a generous elegy was played on the levy tune, which implied the meaning of fighting and killing.Like the song of a conquest from afar:

"Candle candle morning and bright moon, fragrant autumn orchid fragrance.

Fen Xinliang sent out at night, and heard about my church.

Conquering husband Huaiyuan road, wandering son loves his hometown. "

Alas... this recruiting husband refers to being a brother!You and I are far away, although it is sad to part, but what A Liang thinks about is Liu Bei's hometown...!

"December in cold winter, wake up in the morning and practice severe frost.

Looking down at the Jianghan River, looking up at the floating clouds.

Good friends farewell, each in the sky! "

Let's go and say goodbye... It's really a different world.Overlooking the vast territory and looking up at the vast floating clouds, one cannot abandon family ties and preserve morality.It is better to know that we will never see each other again in the end of the world, than to kill each other.May we never meet on the battlefield one day in this life...

The tune became more pitched and desolate, and Ma Liang sang the last verse with a smile in his eyes:

"The mountains and the sea are separated by Zhongzhou, and the distance between them is long and long.

It's hard to meet again at a grand meeting, and joy is never too young.

May you respect Lingde and love Jingguang at any time! "

The sound of the piano and singing lingered long and sadly, lingering for nine days, and then stopped at the passionate high pitch!

The two faced each other silently, unable to speak for a while because of their grief.From nowhere came the mournful cry of the lonely goose who lost his companion.It became more and more desolate in the snowstorm.

After a long time, Zhuge Jinfang smiled and opened his mouth, but his voice was already choked up: "The sound of the piano between A Liang's fingers can touch the emotions of things and connect people's hearts. It can easily arouse the joys and sorrows of the listeners. Although Boya's elegance and Sima's charm, Why do you get over it. This is definitely not something a brother can teach. Apart from A Liang's extraordinary talent, Kong Ming should also have the merits of a teacher. A Liang, you... have really grown up."

Ma Liang put his hands on the body of the qin and shook his head: "Every sound is produced by the human heart. The movement of the human heart is caused by things. It is not Liang's qin songs that are touching, but the sadness in the heart of the elder brother, which can correspond to the sound. This book Asking my brother for advice on playing the piano, I don't want to quote my brother back