Sun Jian died.

He died in the second year of the first peace, on a night full of stars.

From the emperor to the common people, there are almost no people who don't know Sun Jian's bravery during his lifetime. After Cao Cao's defeat, it was difficult, Yuan Shao was cowardly and hesitant by nature, and he was the only one who was unstoppable. Killing Huaxiong and breaking Dong Zhuo, even though he was covered in blood and sweat, Sun Jian fearlessly stretched out the tough claws of the tiger, almost crushing Dong Zhuo's wolf ambitions.

But he didn't know that the tiger's exposed back was just ordinary flesh and blood.

Sun Jian died. On his way to capture Jingzhou, he was pierced through his chest by a hidden arrow.

I don't know if anyone ever saw the stars fall on that starry night. Sun Jian died, some people were stunned by the loss of their strong wings, some were complacent because of the violent death of their opponents, and even some allies on the bright side were looking forward to this moment day and night.

For Sun Ce, the man who died was only his father.

It's not a broken general, and it's not the history of Yuzhou's assassination. In the memory of a sixteen-year-old boy, Sun Jian has always been a strict but loving father.

Sun Ce sat by the river, his eyes a little red from the wet river breeze. Fleeing from all comfort and care, he just wants to be alone in the memory of his deceased father and think about the rest of his life. Although he knew that the battlefield was auspicious, he never really thought that his father would die.

What was my father's mind before he died? It is the emperor, it is Dong Zhuo, and it is the world; Or is it a friend, is it the Sun family, is it him?

Sun Ce looked at the river and was distracted, the young tiger's sense of smell was worn out, and he didn't even notice Sima Xian's arrival.

"Bo Fu."

Sima Xian called out to him and sat down beside him. Sun Ce seemed to have just woken up from his sleep, stunned.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Shu County is only so big, as long as you want to find it, you can find it." Sima Xian looked at Sun Ce, and others couldn't find any clues of emotion from her face. There was no sadness, no worry, and no sympathy. She is like a flower tree blooming on the other side, and she is also like a goddess watching the red dust. It seems that all the warmth, sorrow and joy of the world have nothing to do with him, and he only quietly watches the crowd coming and going.

Sun Ce hated the sympathy of others the most. After his father's death, everyone looked at him with a thick or faint sympathy. But he didn't. The offspring of the tiger are also tigers, fierce beasts that chew the backbone of their prey. He stared at Sima Xian for a long time, if there was a slight trace of mistaken compassion in her eyes, Sun Ce would definitely not hesitate to give her a punch and a long memory.

That kind of stubbornness engraved in his bones is the instinct of the beast, and it is also the soul that Sun Ce inherited from his father's bloodline.

And Sima Xian still looked at him so calmly, and his expression as smooth as water wiped out the faint fire under Sun Ce's eyes.

“…… Gongjin didn't come with you, did he? After being silent for a long time, Sun Ce was the first to speak.

"Don't worry, he didn't come with him." Sima Xian raised his hand and patted Sun Ce's shoulder, his fingers lingering on his shoulder for a long time. In the middle of the night, as if greeting a friend who lives next door, she asked lightly, "When are you going to leave?" ”

Sima Xian is well aware of Sun Ce's personality. If something like this happened at home, he decided that he would never stay in Lujiang to live a peaceful life in the past. He has to rush to bury his father, and then keep filial piety for his father, and finally he will definitely avenge the murder of his father with his own hands.

Growing from a young tiger to a tiger in its own right sometimes happens overnight.

Sun Ce's face flashed with surprise, but he was not very surprised. Since Sima Xian can find himself, he must have expected him to leave.

"Early tomorrow morning."

Sima Xian nodded, but he was still a little reluctant. Sun Ce to her, or to Zhou Yu, were very precious friends in their youth. In the past, Sun Ce often laughed, and when he laughed, he would show his good-looking little tiger teeth. He always spread his solid arms like an older brother, hooking her and Zhou Yu's necks one by one and joking, and the sunlight leaked in at this moment, and his smile shone brightly.

And now Sun Ce seems to have stayed up all night after night, and his eyes that were red by new tears were covered with old blue and black. No one asked him how many times he remembered his dead father alone in the middle of the night, and no one understood what kind of sadness was behind his strength. No one knows how many times he woke up from a dream, put on his coat and rushed to comfort his weeping mother in the dark night with the wind and dew.

"You've worked hard." Sima Xian sighed.

Sun Ce smiled hoarsely: "What's the hard work is not hard." It's you...... You have to take good care of Gong Jin, you know? ”

Sun Ce seemed to have something to say, and hesitated for a long time. Sima Xian understood what he meant, but did not answer. He lowered his head silently, and looked at the grass at his feet with a somewhat gloomy look. Sun Ce looked at Sima Xian and felt that he was seen through by this woman, but he never seemed to understand her. At this moment, he didn't know what was hidden in that gloomy gaze.

Will you leave Gongjin? Sun Ce wanted to ask. However, his lips were open, and he still didn't ask.

"Early tomorrow morning, Gong Jin and I will send you away." Sima Xianfu raised his head again, looking at Sun Ce's eyes reflecting the clear sky.

Sun Ce only nodded lightly, urging her to go back earlier.

Because for the rest of the time, he just wants to spend time alone.

Zhou Yu waited for a long time at the teacher's house. Today's homework had long been completed, and he chewed on the same words on the scroll over and over again, his fingertips wandering between the light and shadow of the wick and the ink words. The private school that the three of them originally owned together, but at the moment it was so cold and lonely that he was the only one left.

Sima Xian carried her skirt, and her figure swayed in the gap between the moonlight and the lights. She stepped on the night wind and returned, her steps steady and deep.

"Gong Jin?" Pushing the door and seeing Zhou Yu's back, Sima Xian was surprised for a moment, and immediately closed the door.

Zhou Yu stood up, and the ever-bright firelight reflected the transparent warm color on his face. His expression was cold, and his frowning brow froze in the dark night sky.

"I'm waiting for you." With his back to Sima Xian, he began to pick up the scrolls and pen and ink scattered on the table. Zhou Yu's voice was very soft, and his tone was mixed with suppressed hoarseness. The bamboo pen and the book collided in a slight hurry, creating a messy sound in the quiet night, almost overshadowing the paleness at the end of the sentence.

There is no need to ask, Sima Xian naturally knows his state of mind. Zhou Yu and Sun Ce are like biological brothers, Sun Ce has been reluctant to see him recently, but he is afraid that he will show a little fragile expression in front of his righteous brother who is better than his compatriots, and he does not have the slightest distrust. Zhou Yu knows Sun Ce too well. Therefore, when Sima Xian went to look for Sun Ce alone, he did not ask to go with him. Zhou Yu just finished her schoolwork as usual, waiting here for her to come back.

It was as if waiting for a light, waiting for Sun Ce's answer.

"Bo Fu will leave early tomorrow morning."

When Zhou Yu heard this, his hand to pack things paused slightly in the low altitude for a moment, but he also felt that it was taken for granted, and he responded without surprise.

Sima Xian stepped forward and gently hugged Zhou Yu from behind. The overlapping figures pull out the shadows on the old wooden lattice windows, surging with a steady heartbeat and warmth. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she wanted to say something to soothe his heart, but she was suddenly hugged by Zhou Yu. His nose was filled with the delicate scent of orchids on her body, and his originally troubled mind calmed down a little, but he couldn't help but increase the intensity of the hug because of fear.

What Zhou Yu was afraid of was not the farewell to Sun Ce, nor the flames of war.

Rather, they are afraid that their loved ones will one day leave them.

He still remembers last year's letter, which came from the distant Wen County, and traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers in the dust, falling to Shu County like peach blossoms on the branches of the earth.

Just like Sima Xian.

She is a gift from God, Zhou Yu always thinks so. He will never forget the heavenly music that trickled into his ears from within the courtyard wall, and the fragrance of the orchid that came to his face when he pushed the door open, and the shocked face of the girl in white.

Sima Xian raised his head and gently stroked Zhou Yu's face. In the year of acquaintance with him, the sharp and cunning edges and corners of her personality seemed to be slowly smoothed out by Zhou Yu's gentle enthusiasm, and gradually became the same gentleness on the outside and inside, and became the former self she hoped for. She has always been rebellious, but only when facing Zhou Yu can the sharp cone that can pierce all flesh and blood be able to restrain its edge. When he smiled at her, his heroic eyes always had the warm light of the lake, and his wind had the power to melt everything.

If she could, she wouldn't want to go. Sima Xian wants to accompany Zhou Yu forever, and go up the mountains and the sea with him in this troubled world, even if there will be an infernal hell full of corpses in front of him.

"Sister Xian, I won't let you just leave like Bo Fu."

After a long time, Zhou Yu spoke in a hoarse voice. Silenced his hesitation and sadness, his deep voice seemed extraordinarily resolute in the night.

"I must marry you."

"When my dad comes home in the first month, we'll get married."