Tonight the two of them had good appetites, and they had eaten everything on the table. It was about that he drank a little too much, San Lang blushed to the root of his ears, and he was a little vain to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but Mu Fushu stopped him. He guessed the dishes were going to break.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Mu Fushu went to clean it again, and when he returned to the bedroom, San Lang had already taken off only his trousers, and he was snoring on his back.

I didn't expect Saburo to drink so badly! A bottle of twelve-degree red wine, the two of them drank it separately, Mu Fushu almost didn't feel anything, San Lang was actually drunk! This amount of alcohol is really exciting!

The clothes of the two were washed and dried, and the room was tidied up. People who have a habit of cleanliness do not allow their surroundings to be cluttered.

Put on a nightdress, and I was really tired today, Mu Fushu yawned, climbed to San Lang's side, leaned down and pinched his nose and said, "It's not that I don't sing to you, it's that you fell asleep by yourself, and there will be no store in this village after that!" ”

After speaking, he was about to pull the quilt cover, San Lang jumped up, the whole person pressed on her, staring at her with bright eyes, salivating on his face, where was there a trace of drunkenness!

Mu Fushu pouted: "Aren't you drunk?" ”

"It's rare for my aunt to sing to me, and she has to crawl here when she is drunk!" San Lang looked doting, rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and pecked at the corner of Mu Fushu's mouth, another mouthful, and another mouthful......

With Mu Fushu smiling and acquiescing, the lips of the two were entangled, coughing...... If you want to sing, you need to use your mouth, but our great Fushu county lord's mouth is busy like this, how can he sing?

lingered for a long time, and the two of them had no clothes on them. Mu Fushu only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, his brain was foggy, his hands were tightly wrapped around San Lang's back, and he moaned and groaned quietly, I don't know why he felt empty. San Lang was also irrational, and almost kissed Mu Fushu's whole body.

Nima! Isn't it fun to come and go? Mu Fu is angry! You've stripped people naked, and you just don't get in when you kick in the door, is it interesting? You feel bad and I feel bad!

Thinking of the love action movies he watched in his previous life, Mu Fushu was heartbroken, his little hand quietly reached over and pinched Xiao Saburo, and the two shivered at the same time, San Lang was surprised, Mu Fushu was frightened, even if he was mentally prepared, he was still startled by the size that could not be mastered. This girl is really scared, isn't it really going to hurt when you're there?

San Lang seemed to be a little more awake, struggled to get down from Mu Fushu's body, grabbed the quilt and wrapped her, and gasped: "No, you haven't finished yet." ”

Mu Fushu's face flushed, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

Seeing that Saburo was also covered with sweat, he couldn't help but scold: "You bastard, you will be suffocated, do you know?" Don't touch me anymore! I hate you so much! ”

San Lang laughed and said, "Didn't I drink alcohol?" Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't be angry, why don't you hit me twice? ”

Mu Fushu turned around angrily and shrank in the quilt: "Who wants to beat you!" Go, put water on the main palace, I want to take a bath! ”

San Lang hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed and ran to the bathroom quickly. Mu Fushu looked at his tall body, sturdy waist, slightly upturned buttocks, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and drool: This kid has grown up in a blink of an eye, he looks thin and undressed, he has flesh, not only has abdominal muscles and human fishing lines, but his back is so good-looking, he is really lucky!

turned to lift the quilt and looked at his gradually developed figure, the unevenness caused the skin to blow and break, the big and the small, the should have and the small, there should be and there should be absolutely none, and I couldn't help but be more arrogant: San Lang that guy is good luck, he found such a good girlfriend of his own, eh, he will be his wife in the future. Well, his luck is much better than his own!

San Lang cheekily hugged Mu Fushu to take a bath, diligently helped her rub her back and massage, washed and dried it and carried it back to the bed, without letting her move a finger the whole time. In the end, she rinsed casually with the water that Mu Fushu had washed, and rushed to the room to ask Mu Fushu to fulfill her promise: sing to him.

Mu Fushu lay lazily on the bed, hooked his fingers and asked San Lang to pour water for her to drink, and asked her to rub her shoulders and massage her back and feet, tossing enough before he took the iPad, and after finding the accompaniment, he sang "Cai Wei", which was completely different from the people during the day:

When the snow is coming,

and a pot of wine,

Will be lonely, long entrance.

On a cold night, on the other side of the mountain, the clouds are coming out,

By the small fireside, the ballad

Inadvertently written.

Before the white dew, the wheat is not ripe,

It's early autumn,

Before leaving, knock the firewood lightly.

The frost red on the ridge also soaked the eyes,

That song, choked in the throat,

Silence can't bear to look back.

Qing is still small, and the common harvest is small,

The wind is warm, and the beginning is ripe,

Ask how old are the four seasons in the mountains?

Qing first married, Du Caiwei,

The dew is still scarce, the leaves are green,

Ask the recruits, where is the hometown withered and the grass is gone? ”

When the rain doesn't stop,

Sencha trial new leaves,

Let the time pass, overlap in the cup.

Under the thatched eaves, the water is like a pour, and the clothes are not noticed,

Grinding open ink, just after the mangs,

The song is written to the second half.

After the vernal equinox, the flowers are not gone,

Shang Kecai,

But he bowed his head and asked, Is it Jephiah?

The residual incense on the branches also covers the eyelashes,

Who's with that song,

The first verse of the first verse.

Qing is still small, and the common harvest is small,

The wind is warm, and the beginning is ripe,

Ask how old are the four seasons in the mountains?

Qing first married, Du Caiwei,

The dew is still scarce, the leaves are green,

Ask the recruits, where is the hometown withered and the grass is gone?

Qing is old, Yi Caiwei,

The grass is not withered, and it is tasseled,

Ask the Si people, wait until the wildfire burns out and you don't return?

In the past, the willows drooped,

Today I come, Xue Feifei,

Ask the deceased, can you remember singing "Picking Rose" back then?

The song was very long, and San Lang quietly listened to Mu Fushu finish singing it, and kissed the top of her hair: "It's so good to sing." ”

Mu Fushu's voice was clear and pleasant, not strong in penetration but very soft, as if he was humming at will, and sang the whole song inadvertently, but San Lang felt very meaningful when he listened to it.

During the day, the people sang "Cai Wei" from the "Book of Songs, Xiaoya Lu Ming", focusing on the hardships of the border campaign life, the strong homesickness and the reason for not being able to return home for a long time, which revealed that the soldiers not only had the joy of defeating the enemy, but also deeply felt the pain of the battle, revealing the desire for peace; The whole poem ends with a painful lyricism, which is deeply moving. This poem uses overlapping sentence patterns and metaphors, which embodies the artistic characteristics of the Book of Songs. Describing the scenery and feelings of the two specific moments of the expedition and the survival of this day, the words are shallow and profound, and the scenes are blended, which has always been regarded as one of the most famous poems in the Book of Songs.

Mu Fushu sang "Cai Wei" is relatively straightforward, without the cruel description of war, but it writes from the side the mood of a woman waiting for recruits all her life. A pot of wine on a snowy day, a pot of tea on a spring day, the four seasons of reincarnation every year, looking forward to it, almost forgetting the time, from the first marriage to the old age, there is still no news of the distant conquests...... In fact, after such a long time, how can it be possible to be alive? It's just that there is no definite news coming, and they are still stubbornly clinging to an impossible attachment...... The whole song is all about the bits and pieces of life, all of them are thinking about the distant recruits, but in the end they have become a yellowed picture, the recruits still haven't returned, and she is still waiting......

After singing a song, the two were silent for a long time. San Lang hugged Mu Fushu and said in a low voice: "You don't like to fight, and I don't like it either." ”

No matter how big Mu Fushu's heart is, it can't withstand so many people being crushed by the weapons she made herself. Speaking of which, they don't have a deep hatred for her, but their current identities are different. The Turks waged a war of aggression, and if they won, it would be the people of Luoyang who died.

But they also have parents, wives and children, and they also have families and rooms in the Turks, and there are relatives waiting for their return, but now they are sleeping forever outside Luoyang City, and there are no bones.

It is also possible for the women in their family to wait year after year, as the song says, with an impossible hope, until they grow old......

Mu Fushu is ruthless and kind-hearted. She was ready to face it, but the song alone still aroused her undeserved pity.

San Lang knew that Mu Fushu was soft-hearted, and sighed and said, "I shouldn't have let you come!" ”

Mu Fushu shook his head: "San Lang, I'm not as fragile as you think, I just feel that life is impermanent, and it's hard to distinguish between right and wrong." ”

"Auntie, you just need to know that what you are doing is right, and you don't have to worry about anything else." San Lang's tone was a little stern:

"You pity the Turks for their tragic deaths, because our weapons are strong, they are vulnerable to attack you have compassion, have you ever thought about what Luoyang City would be like without your weapons and without us just in time? Grandpa's family and the head of the Cui family will all die, and the people who are singing, dancing and crying in the city today will also die, and Luoyang City will become a ruin, an empty and dead city......"

The Turks of this era were very barbaric, they only liked to grab things, and they would not occupy the cities of the Han people. But they will burn and loot the entire city after taking the city, and this kind of behavior is simply a beast.

Mu Fushu also knew that what San Lang said was right, and he thought so too. It's just that the education of "everyone is equal" for many years has made her forget for a while that this is not her own era, and the only rule here is that the winner lives and the loser dies.

Mu Fushu didn't want to die at all. She also doesn't want the people around her to die, now she is not alone, she has parents and family, beloved relatives, and the dream of creating a great empire with Saburo.

If it is not broken or established, such wars will only be more and not less in the future. She has to learn to face and endure.

Throwing away the negative feelings, Mu Fushu kissed San Lang on the face, yawned, patted San Lang and said, "I'm tired, go to sleep." ”

Regarding the complicated feelings of the eldest lady coming and going faster, Saburo felt that she must be coming soon. The books he read all said that the woman's "good friend" would be depressed before she came, and after the "good friend" came, it would become unreasonable, and he remembered the day when the eldest lady came to the water more clearly than Mu Fushu himself, so he helped Mu Fushu to lie down with peace of mind, hugged her head in his arms, pillowed her head on his arm, pulled the quilt to cover it, turned off the light, and went to sleep. R1152