That day has finally come.

It's still too cold. Although it was the first day after the snow, it was not much warmer than the day before. Sima Lang got up early to wipe the mane of the horse, only to feel that the sun was cold and cold, and there was no warmth on the body, but the air was not as surging and damp as before, teaching people to feel more comfortable from the flesh to the bone marrow.

However, he felt that Sima Xian did not feel this. She is always afraid of the cold, and the freezing temperature is a sharp weapon to strangle the body. When I went to wake her up earlier, I saw Sima Xian, who had not slept all night, curled up in the heavy futon like a toddler, staring at him motionless with bare eyes, and his gaze was cold and deep like a lurking lone wolf. Sima Lang stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed casually caressing her back, gentle as usual. The wolf's eyes gradually drooped, melting into the meekness and faint sorrow of a velvet rabbit.

That's a look of compromise.

What Sima Xian was always unwilling to give up, he finally gave up. She has never run away from problems, but now she wants to run away under the nose of her eldest brother. Sima Lang stretched out his hand and gently smoothed out the messy hair she had messed up from tossing and turning, his fingertips slid over Sima Xian's puffy eyelids, and the cold touch also made him feel relatable. He naturally won a big battle, but he was also defeated in front of such a sister. What he didn't want to see was her sad appearance, and he was 100% sorry in his heart, but he was really helpless.

"It's cold, you can sleep for a while and then get up and pack your luggage, big brother will go get some carriages and horses first."

Thinking of the sad look on her face when she closed her eyes, Sima Lang's hands combing the horses couldn't help but slow. The wandering gaze leaped over the horse's back, and a figure slowly approached from far and near. In this clear white day with clouds and snow, under the shade of the silver-colored distant mountains and rocks, only the crimson figure holding a sandalwood guqin in the world is particularly outstanding. The trimmed cloak raised by the hunt is noble and ostentatious, as if it is a vivid stroke of color to the bleak snowy world.

He's in good spirits.

Sima Lang put down the brush in his hand, smiled and beckoned to the visitor: "Gongjin got up really early." ”

Zhou Yu couldn't salute with the qin in his hands, so he smiled back at Sima Lang, and still walked to his side unhurriedly. And when he slowly stood still in front of Sima Lang, he was somewhat surprised. When I met Sima Lang before, this world-famous young man always sat at the banquet and sipped tea, and never stood up to talk to him. It wasn't until today that Zhou Yu discovered that Sima Lang was a head taller than the tall and strong him, roughly estimated to be more than eight feet, like a majestic mountain towering, which made people have to look up. Zhou Yu couldn't help but quietly retreat half a step, but Sima Lang thought that he had a grudge against himself, and there was a look of regret between his originally amiable eyes.

"Actually, if it weren't for Shannan and Haibei, I would really like you to be my sister-in-law," Sima Lang lowered his eyelashes, "It's a pity that Jiangdong under the decline of Sheji is really too remote." ”

"Brother Boda, I can't help it." Zhou Yu chuckled, as if he didn't care very much about Sima Lang's words.

Sima Lang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, and turned his gaze to the white snow that had not yet melted in the distant mountains: "It seems that I really failed as a man." I use a lot of words on weekdays, and no one even believes what I say sincerely. ”

"It's not that Yu doesn't believe it." Zhou Yu was still smiling. Unlike Sima Xian, his eyes were still clear and moist after staying up all night, the corners of his lips were as beautiful as embroidery, and his expression was so bright and brilliant that he did not look like a tired person. His eyes were scorching, like morning glow and wildfire, and he looked at Sima Lang without flinching: "Brother Boda doesn't want Ah Xian to marry far away, not just for Ling Zun, right?" ”

Sima Lang looked back at Zhou Yu with a smile. This young man's heart is like a mirror, and he is so bright that it makes people respect it. He probably doesn't like conspiracy or is afraid of conspiracy, and with so much intelligence, he should be invincible in the world.

"You're right." Sima Lang nodded, this action contained expectations and affirmations for Zhou Yu, as well as a terrifying acknowledgment and sigh for the future life: "My father is such a daughter, I am such a younger sister, and the younger brothers in the family are such an eldest sister." The beauty of adults is certainly a gentleman, but this is the selfishness of the whole family of Sima Mansion. ”

Brother Boda still avoided the important and trivialized, so Yu didn't say much. I don't think it's the truth, but I don't think it's a lie. At this point, I will listen to what Brother Berta says. ”

"It doesn't matter if Gongjin believes it or not. Importantly, Lang does think so. ”

The air suddenly became cold. The dialogue that seems unclear to outsiders is a game of fiction and reality for the two of them. Zhou Yu and Sima Lang invariably felt that it would be fine if this person was a friend, but if one day the enemy was in front of the battle, what a scorching situation it would be.

Zhou Yu took the lead in breaking the embarrassment. He didn't resent Sima Lang, nor did he blame Sima Xian. In the past, Zhou Yu didn't believe in fate, but now he really feels that there seems to be some certainty in the dark, so he can overturn everything that has been carefully planned. But what can he do now? Complaining is nothing but cowardice. At least on this parting occasion, Zhou Yu hoped to give Sima Xian a perfect ending.

"When will Ah Xian come?"

"She hadn't slept all night, and it was winter, and her body was very cold, so I told her to sleep for a while before leaving. Counting the time, it's time to get up. ”

Zhou Yu agreed absentmindedly, his eyes always looking in the direction where Sima Xian would come. His eyes reflected the shadows of distant mountains, the wind flowing from near the sky, and the dark eyelashes touching the snow under his eyes. After that, all the scenery in his eyes disappeared like fragments, and the graceful figure between the pupils was from far and near, occupying the entire world that filled him.

Sima Xian was wrapped in a cloak, and the plain white fabric glowed with spring blue against the background of blue embroidery. She stared at Zhou Yu and watched his hunting cloak shine in the wind, the unseasonably red color that was the most suitable for his brilliance.

She once inadvertently mentioned that she liked him red. As sincere and warm as fire, it suits his character best. At that time, Zhou Yu only smiled indifferently when he heard this, saying that it was not appropriate for ordinary children to wear red on weekdays. But since then, he has personally selected cloth to make such a cloak, with a dark red that is not enough red, and woven gold thread embroidered with lotus flowers and bluegrass on its surface, which does not look gorgeous on the plain, but only in the ice and snow.

Sima Xian felt his eyes moisten again. Those dry eyes had gone through a night of torment, and they should have been bitter and unbearable, but now they came back to life like a clear spring. She looked at Zhou Yu's smile and saw him holding the piano with a radiant appearance, and she didn't know whether to feel distressed or happy for a while. He stayed up all night like her, but he forced himself for this final send-off.

I only hope that in her heart, he will always be the best.

“…… Brother Yu, good-looking. After a while, Sima Xian could only say such a sentence without a beginning or an end. She pressed her knuckles against the corners of her lips, and tears fell down her fingers.

"Silly girl." Zhou Yu's fingers holding the qin trembled slightly, but he still smiled and joked to comfort her: "If you think it's good-looking, don't cry anymore." Beware of tears flooding your eyes, but you can't see clearly. ”

Sima Xian giggled as he wiped his tears with his hands. Her laughter was still as clear as a bell. Zhou Yu couldn't help but remember that when she first saw her at the teacher's house two years ago, Sima Xian's laughter was also so beautiful.

"I said I wanted to play another song for you, so I came with the piano as promised." Zhou Yu sat on the ground despite the cold snow. The cloak on his shoulders fell and burned into fireworks like wildflowers.

Zhou Yu hasn't played the piano for a long time. Since Sun Ce left, he and Sima Xian have been busy, and naturally they have no leisure to sit and play the piano as before. Even so, his piano skills are not the slightest rusty. The moment Zhou Yu's fingers pressed the strings, the place where the skin and the silk strings met, as if a thin line of inspiration crossed it, and burst out in an instant, rushing like a flood, rolling towards the world of heaven and earth. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and poured all the surging emotions into his fingertips, and the wind and rain under his hands were mixed with thunder and lightning. Zhou Yu's piano sound has always been strong and powerful, but for the first time, it seems so intense, the torrent rushing to the sky rises high, and countless majestic images sweep towards the listener like a mountain and a sea. There are thunderstorms, blizzards, and fires, but sometimes they are mixed with deep still water and spring breeze.

Sima Xian listened attentively, and her violently trembling heart was her resonance with the music. This is Zhou Yu's love, and it is the last monologue he dedicates to her. Not a word, but his true heart. The sound of the piano flew, and Sima Xian felt his warm arms tightly encircling him. It was as if he had always been by her side and had never left.

At the climax, Zhou Yu was excited, his enthusiastic emotions became more and more intense and hot, and the wind under his fingers was more like a terrifying wave. The starry orbit swirled and rolled into the pitch-black star hole, and Sima Xian only felt that the earth was cracking, the mountains were cut off, and the shocked land was wantonly shaking the flying sand and rocks. The sky shattered in response, and the meteorite broke through the barrier of the air flow and fell to the earth, casting a thousand jagged mottles on the bleak surface, and time stopped intently at this moment—

"Boom-"

With a piercing sound, the music at the climax of the first climax came to an abrupt end, the original magnificent and treacherous picture collapsed, and the trembling ripples also calmed down after a moment of stagnation.

Sima Lang and Sima Xian both stood in place in a daze, as if they had been pulled out of their souls, looking at the thick liquid dripping on the snow.

Zhou Yu raised his fingers and trembled and stroked his piano. The body of the five-stringed instrument lying horizontally was empty, and only the four crystalline strings were still unsound.

His other hand, which hung down at his side, was dripping with blood. Blood droplets fell between the snow and ice, like red plums blooming in the sky.

“…… Gong Jin, your hands! Sima Lang reacted, but when he spoke, he saw that Sima Xian was already half-kneeling beside him, and in a panic, he took out an embroidered handkerchief and wrapped it around Zhou Yu's bleeding fingers.

"Are you okay?" Holding his hand tightly through the embroidered handkerchief, Sima Xian asked softly, but his voice trembled unconcealedly.

Zhou Yu's eyes were scattered, as if he couldn't believe it, looking at the piano in his hand, stroking it over and over again, as if confirming something.

The broken strings of the good piano are a great omen.

"How can this be, how can this be...... His face was pale, he had already lost his previous calm and indifferent look, and muttered to himself as if no one was around: "This string has obviously just been changed, it is impossible to break, how can it be ......"

The tears that burst out of his eyes hit the xylophone one after another, like snowflakes falling. The pain and sorrow that had been forcibly suppressed before poured out of the nest at this moment, and the freedom that Zhou Yu had tried his best to hold on to was shattered in an instant.

In the end, he showed his weakness in front of Sima Xian.

didn't want her to go, and was unwilling to let her go so easily.

barely supported such a chic disguise, and forced a smile to say some self-deceptive scenes, just because he didn't want Sima Xian to feel too sad when he left, and because he should always be like a senior brother who can protect her.

However, he was reluctant at all.

Sima Xian's eyes were closed, and the tears that broke the embankment were on Zhou Yu's crimson cloak. No one knew that this parting melody could be broken in such a way, as if it were the will of heaven.

The brand-new string is like a red thread that implicates the heart, cutting the flesh and skin at the moment of collapse, and severing the fate of the two.

"That's it...... Fate......" Zhou Yu grabbed the embroidered handkerchief, and blood oozed from his clenched lower lip. At this moment, he fully believed, believing that all the warmth and joy in the past was a big dream, and today's farewell may be the eternal secret. Zhou Yu lowered his head and snorted to himself with a slight chok: "I'm sorry, Ah Xian." Originally, I wanted you not to be so sad when you left Lujiang, but I seemed to ...... Messed up......"

Hearing this, Sima Xian suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flowed between his eyebrows.

"Brother Yu, I don't believe in fate, but I only believe in you." Her expression was unusually determined, and her haggard face covered with tears flashed with resolute brilliance: "Next time, no matter when and where we are, you and I will see each other alive." ”

Sima Xian stretched out his little finger to Zhou Yu as he spoke, as if he wanted to hook up with him.

Zhou Yu looked at her serious expression, and his heart was like clouds opening and raining. Sima Xian's eyes were as gorgeous as the sunset, which made the haze in people's hearts evaporate and disperse. He stretched out his uninjured fingers, tightly intertwined with her, as if he had made a promise.

Sima Xian smiled, and the sky was bright for a while.

She turned and jumped into the carriage as fast as she could, not daring to linger any longer. I'm afraid that if I look at Zhou Yu one more time, it will be difficult to take this heavy step of cold infusion. She will be draped over her shoulders. The plain cloak is like a flag, and it is displayed in mid-air to inspire vivid traces. It is like heavy snow melting dust, slowly disappearing in the reluctant field of vision.

Zhou Yu stood up and watched the direction of the carriage's departure, until the figure of the chariot disappeared on the other side of the horizon for a long time, and he was reluctant to step away.

"Ah Xian, goodbye."

He lifted the hand that held the embroidered handkerchief. The wound cut by the strings was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped. The handkerchief was mottled with blood, and the fishy smell of rust masked the original elegant aroma of bluegrass. Zhou Yu folded the towel carefully and carefully put it into the placket.

He felt that her heart seemed to be separated from him by a wall at the moment.

Zhou Yu smiled, and her lips outlined delicate flowers.

"Next time, no matter how old you and I stand, we will definitely see each other alive."

He placed his palms on the mouth of his heart, and looked at the horizon with moist and gentle eyes.

Where Zhou Yu couldn't see, Sima Xian lifted the side curtain of the carriage and looked up at the blue sky at the four corners. Sima Lang beside her held her cold hand and saw birds skimming the sky, as if spring was coming.

Their short but splendid youth came to an end.

The heartbeat of that year is a beautiful memory that both Zhou Yu and Sima Xian cherish in their hearts. They have a good understanding of each other, even if they are separated by mountains and seas, they can make promises worth looking forward to at this moment of almost farewell.

However, the world of great controversy has already opened its dark curtain.

They didn't see each other for many years from now on.