Xiao Zhenghong took Yu Yuanzhi's hand and strolled through the city, and what he saw in his eyes was no longer the bleakness of the door, but the bustling of the clouds. One Stroke Pavilion More Good

Zhou Yu sat on the roof of the attic with a cup of tea, the tea cup in his hand facing Mingyue in the distance, and the other hand resting on his knee, playing with a string of beads.

"I want to ride the wind to the north, and the snow falls on Xuanyuan as big as a bucket. I want to borrow a boat to swim eastward, and the fairy will stand in the wind. I want to step on the clouds for thousands of miles, and the temple dragon sings to me. The top of Kunlun is bathed in the sun, and the sea is desperate to see the green mountains. The long wind and thousands of miles of swallows return, and no one will return if they don't see the end of the world. ”

A long voice came from the attic, followed by the sound of a flute.

There was a person sitting beside Zhou Yu, holding a long flute and playing. The jade pendant and tassel at the end of the flute swayed in the moonlight, leaving shadows on the red tiles of the attic.

"Well, you can't drink yet, it's really boring. The tea is not as good as Xiao Zhenghong's, or that guy is amazing, people have not yet reached middle age and began to maintain their health. I'm not so particular about a fast runner, he's just a runner. Zhou Yu sighed lightly.

The sound of the flute stopped, and a somewhat soft male voice sounded beside Zhou Yu, "I'm afraid he will be soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup in a few years." ”

"Shouldn't I arrange the goji cups too?" Zhou Yu took another sip of tea and put down the teacup.

"It's worth considering. You really need to learn how to take care of yourself, or you really can't tell when you're going to burp. ”

"There's still so much to do, so many places to go, so why do you just burp like this? I don't want to die. Zhou Yu put his hand on the back of his head and pillowed it.

The man chuckled and did not answer. The sound of the flute sounded again.

Zhou Yu looked at the river not far away, and whispered slightly with the sound of the flute, "The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together······ Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year······· The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water······ I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

The sound of the flute gradually fell silent, and the person on Zhou Yu's side walked to the side and also looked at the river not far away.

"The moonlit night of the Spring River is really a good time." Zhou Yu said with a smile.

"It's a pity that it's not as good as Xiao Zhenghong." The man laughed.

"Come on, that guy only has a few tunes. He's a musical idiot, and it's taken him ten years to get to where he is now. And you'll know more than that, and you'll know countless instruments. Zhou Yu shook his head, quite emotional.

"Lots and miscellaneous, miscellaneous but not refined. At least I haven't heard any better than him. ”

"That's because you haven't heard of it." Zhou Yu stretched and yawned, "When I was in the hospital, I slept most of the day. Now I'm used to sleeping, and I'm starting to get sleepy so early. ”

"Why don't I send you back to the hospital to sleep?"

"Believe it or not, I kicked you into the river to feed the fish?" Zhou Yu's eyes slanted.

"It's time for you to leave, too. Next time I come, I hope to see Xiao Zhenghong. I haven't seen it in two years. The man turned his head and smiled.

"It seems to be. The last time he came to Wuchuan was when he was in his first year of high school. Zhou Yu thought about it and nodded slightly.

"I can let him come to me to blow this Spring River Flower Moonlight Night, maybe he can attract more customers to me." It's like today, when the musician doesn't go to work, I can only do it for me. ”

"What kind of musicians. I'm here to hear you blow. You're no worse than a musician. Zhou Yu stood up.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"This boss personally played for me, and it feels exciting to think about." Zhou Yu patted him on the shoulder.

“······” You're just trying to take advantage of me.

"This time you should celebrate my discharge from the hospital." Zhou Yu waved his hand and was about to go downstairs.

"Can you have a face? Tea, refreshments, and my appearance fee. That's all you want to do? ”

"Really, it's a landlord, right? In ancient times, it was a hermit in the rivers and lakes, maybe it was still a character like Bai Xiaosheng. Do you care about that bit of silver? Zhou Yu turned around and spread his hands.

"Addicted to eating white food? How many times have you taken credit from me? A flute knocked on Zhou Yu's head.

"I've paid so many times on credit, and it's not bad this time." Zhou Yu has a hippie smile.

"Get out of here."

"Gotcha." Zhou Yu ran away with a smoke.

The man looked at the few refreshments left on the table, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Every time Zhou Yu comes back, he is like coming to fight the autumn breeze, sometimes not only eating white food, but also walking around. I don't know if I owe him in my last life, but I am here to pay off my debts in this life.

He followed Zhou Yu downstairs and took two jars of wine from the cellar.

The yellow mud seal has not been broken, and there is a red paper pasted on the wine jar, on which is written "Red Dust Drunk" with a brush.

The breeze is drunk with red dust upstairs, and the Yangtze River embankment is drunk with red dust. This is a saying that has been circulated among many people in Wuchuan.

"Rouge snow, red dust drunk. Carved red and a few tears. White-haired woman, crying. Annihilation of a ripple of wind. He rubbed his fingers lightly on the jar and whispered softly in his mouth.

"Take these two jars of wine to Zhou Yu." He handed two jars of wine to the waiter beside him.

The waiter trotted out, chased after Zhou Yu, and handed him the wine.

Zhou Yu was a little stunned, and then a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, "Is this specifically here to covet me?" I knew I couldn't drink it now, and I gave it to me. ”

The waiter was secretly amused.

"Alright, you go back and thank him for me." Zhou Yu nodded and asked the waiter to go back.

The waiter answered, turned around and ran back.

Zhou Yu looked at the attic in front of him. Five-story attic, some square, but round and round. On the plaque is the three words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, "Qingfeng Building". A stone tablet stands in the pavilion······

The sound of the flute came from the building, long and continuous, with no indulgence and thoughts, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud and left with two jars of wine.

At night, the banks of the Yangtze River are particularly quiet, and you can occasionally smell the fragrance of flowers.

"Is it time to pick flowers and make wine again? I don't know if I can drink it this year. Zhou Yu took a deep breath and let the fragrance of flowers fill his chest.

"Hehe, why can't you drink it? I've already come out of the hospital, why do I still have that kind of thought? Zhou Yu shook his head self-deprecatingly, "I've been getting used to it in the past few months." It's time to change your mind. ”

I used to treat every day as if it was my last, for fear that I would have no tomorrow. And now, I not only have tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, but also next year, there are countless tomorrows, and the last day is far away. In that case, why should we live every day as if it were the last? You can spend every day how you want to live, you can drink and sing, or you can intrigue with others, there is time. One Person, One Autumn: