"I only loved my grandmother all my life, don't you think my grandfather is great?" Seeing that we didn't speak, Du Siye frowned and said, "I believe you all know Gao Shi, right?" A poet who was a contemporary of my grandfather and a good friend of his. ”

"Is it Gao Shi who wrote "Don't Dong Da"?" After Du Siye said this, I also put away my joke thoughts, and said seriously: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow." Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. ”

"I can't see it, and you're not really useless." Du Siye listened to me without hesitation, and his attitude towards me actually changed, and he said lightly: "At that time, Gao Shi said to his friend, [When I get home but see my wife and son, I have to drink dozens of cups of Junchun wine, otherwise I will die of sorrow." ”

"I understand that." A wisp of Mochen interjected: "Is it that Gao Shi has aesthetic fatigue with his wife, and he is very annoyed to see her, if he hadn't gone to a friend to drink, I'm afraid he would have died of sorrow?" ”

"Well, yes." Du Siye nodded and said, "Gao Shi is still like this, let alone others." Only my grandfather never treated my grandmother as a burden, because my grandfather was empathetic, they had a common language, and the night was quiet, and my grandmother silently listened to my grandfather's distress, how much comfort and how much helplessness, all turned into a common lament for both sides! ”

This time, we didn't interrupt Du Siye's narration, and listened to him quietly tell Du Fu's life: "My grandfather started a roaming career with his family for more than ten years, and in Wang Anshi's words, it was [hungry to go half of Kyushu]. It's ridiculous, I went all over China hungry. However, there must be gains if there is a loss, and they later came to Chengdu and lived 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 me in the same color, and the idiot does not know the father-son etiquette, so he is angry and crying in the door]. Can you imagine what it was like? My grandfather and grandmother were worried, and their youngest son, my uncle, was so hungry that he couldn't take care of the gift of father and son, and yelled for his father to find someone to beg for food. Du Siye's eyes even flashed with tears: "As a talented and arrogant grandfather, he has fallen to this point, do you say, can he feel better?" ”

"No wonder the ancients said that those who starved to death were literati." A wisp of 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 hard-pressed Internet writers, and there are too many pirated copies." ”

A wisp of dust: "......"

Du Siye continued to say bitterly: "Grandfather had no choice but to send a letter of help to his friend Shi Gaoshi, the Pengzhou assassin at that time: [Half of the hundred years have passed, and the autumn solstice turns hungry and cold. In order to ask Peng Zhoumu, when will he save the emergency]? Fortunately, Gao Shi and his grandfather were brothers and sisters, carrying food from hundreds of miles away to help him, and the neighbors gave him some side dishes to relieve his urgent need. ”

Later, my grandfather's life was finally better, when the festival made [Yan Wu] appreciate his poetic talent, hired him as a staff officer in the shogunate, and applied for an official title for him to the imperial court, called [Wailang], so people called him [Du Gongbu]. Later, with the support of friends, a few thatched huts were built in the upper reaches of Huanhua Creek, which was the famous Du Fu Thatched Cottage in later generations. ”

"Half a lifetime of wandering, finally the bitterness has come to an end." Hearing this, I sighed at the same time as a wisp of Mochen.

"Is it bitter? Sort of......" Du Siye smiled bitterly: "At that time, my grandfather was over half a hundred years old, my grandmother was in her forties, and the two had been married for more than 20 years. In the past 20 years, the grandmother has raised many children, suffered a lot of hardships, and her life has sharpened her to a little rough, she has long forgotten that she was born in a scholarly family, and she can also play the piano, 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 hadn't touched the black and white chess pieces for many years, so she was interested, drew a chessboard on the paper, and talked with my grandfather. ”

"Your grandfather must have been the happiest during this time, right?" I was also immersed in the story: "Temporarily away from the smoke of gunpowder, the years are quiet, such an ordinary happiness filled with human affection is too luxurious for him." ”

"yes." The smile on Du Siye's face instantly dissipated: "The good times didn't last long, and later Yan Wu fell ill and died in Chengdu, and my grandfather had no shelter, so he had to continue to flow with his wife and children." When he was fifty-nine years old, he planned to go to Chenzhou to join his uncle, but when he passed through Leiyang, he was trapped by the flood and starved for nine days. ”

Du Siye said bitterly: "The local county order rescued him in a small boat, entertained him with beef and liquor, and he rarely had a full meal, let go of his stomach, and died of fullness." ”

"What?" I was shocked: "Du Fu turned out to be dead??? ”

"It should be...... Food poisoning, or indigestion. A wisp of dust was calmer than me, and he analyzed it seriously.

Du Siye didn't seem to hear our words, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Grandmother was so grief-stricken that she sold her clothes and borrowed money from all over the world to hastily bury my grandfather in Pingjiang. After my grandfather's death, my grandmother was so worried that she died soon after she was overworked. ”

"Although it is not as earth-shattering as Lu You and Tang Wan'er, it is indeed touching that it has not been abandoned for decades." After listening to the long story, I sighed.

"It's uncomfortable to think about it, a beautiful woman with a peerless style, married Du Fu at the age of nineteen, and didn't live a few days of comfortable life, so she wandered around. She has no regrets, never abandons, and accompanies her husband through a life of ups and downs, this kind of virtue and care should be regarded as the warmest touch of color in Du Fu's poor life. A wisp of Mochen looked up at me, and then said: "Although there are too few such women in the current society, I am one!" ”

I smiled bitterly, girl, do you have a hairy relationship with me?

"My grandfather spent his life serving the country and the people, but he never wanted to. Especially in his later years, he was even more in Jiangxiang, poor and sick, and before he died, he told my father: [You can't be juxtaposed with your distant ancestor Dangyang Marquis in life, and you must be buried with him after death; When I was born, I and your mother gathered less and separated more, and after death, I hope to live together for a long time. ”

"I see." A wisp of Mochen nodded and said: "Du Fuke died in a foreign land, in order to fulfill his last wish, you are ready to take their bones back to the ancestral grave?" ”

"Yes." Du Siye nodded and said, "After the death of my grandparents, our Du family has only improved slightly after forty years of development. Some time ago, I often dreamed of my grandfather. One night, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard the sound of horses' hooves, and I opened the window to look, but a white-bearded veteran rode a tall horse to the courtyard, claiming to be a distant ancestor, Du Pre. ”

"Before I understood what was going on, I saw my grandfather Du Fu and grandmother Yang go out, and the white-bearded veteran said, you and your wife have lived in a foreign country for a long time, and I miss you very much. I came here today, you go back with me, and the whole family can be reunited. Du Siye said vividly: "At that time, I remember very clearly, my grandfather was ecstatic, my grandmother bowed, and the old man drifted away. ”

"It's amazing...... "A wisp of Mo Chen said dumbfoundedly.

"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 grave of Yanshi and bury him with my grandmother." Du Siye finally said.

"I have a question." After he explained the ins and outs of the matter, I frowned and said, "It stands to reason that your transportation of bones is your own business, why do you need someone to protect you?" ”

"You don't know anything." Du Siye hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I said earlier that my grandfather was able to write and martial arts in his life, but the world only knows his achievements in literature, but he doesn't know his attainments in **. ”

"Oh?" I suddenly liked it in my heart, and said excitedly: "Could it be that Du Fu's predecessors still have anything left?" ”

"No, there is only one "Du Fu's Book of Poems"." Du Siye glanced at me and said seriously: "But you don't have to covet it." Once you have successfully escorted me to Yanshi, I will present this book of poetry with both hands to the Mochen Woman, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"I'm ......," I grinned.

"Boss Yu Wang, what is your expression?" A wisp of Mochen chuckled and said: "When the task is completed, I will give you the poetry book, don't you owe me a favor again!" ”

"It's better not to be a strange woman." Du Siye shook his head and said: "My grandfather is upright, but he practices magic skills, even if the poetry book is given to him, he can't practice at all." Unless he is willing to give up his magic skills and change his ways. ”

"It's simply impossible." It seems that I won't get any special rewards for this mission, but Mo Chen can get Du Fu's poetry book, which is actually quite good: "Because the warriors of the Jiangshan Continent know that you have this poetry book on you, so they want to hunt you down?" ”

"Exactly." Du Siye didn't hide it from me, and said: "I was careful all the way, but somehow, the news still leaked out." Today, as I went down the river, several warriors appeared on the ship, and they asked me to hand over the bones and poems, but I did not listen. ”

"Well, they didn't kill you?" I was surprised.

"In the dark, I have the support of my distant ancestors, so I can be considered to have escaped a catastrophe." Du Siye said with palpitations: "Just when they were about to do something to me, a whirlwind suddenly swept on the river, making the sky dark, the hull of the ship violently turbulent, and the people on the boat stood uncertainly, blowing all those warriors into the river. Just as they were about to do something to me in the water, the whirlwind swept me into the air, and after drifting across the river, I landed safely on the shore. ”

"Well, I can testify to that." A wisp of Mochen said with a smile: "Originally, I wanted to upgrade at night, but when I saw that Mr. Du was being chased and killed, I took care of those martial artists and took him into the red powder land to rest." Then he wanted to ask me to escort him, and I was looking for you. ”

"The warrior who chased and killed Mr. Du is not a player, but an NPC, right?" I said.

"Huh? How do you know? A wisp of Mochen looked at me in surprise and asked.

"Because ......," I pointed ahead, "they're coming to the door again." ”

There are different opinions about Du Fu's death, some say he died of illness, some say he drowned, some say he had food poisoning, and some say he had indigestion. The latter two statements are more credible, but it is a pity that a generation of writers ate food and died. The story of the whirlwind sending bones is also true.