"Gehou is defeated! Gehou is defeated!" No matter how much he hoped for a good news, the bad news spread like a plague without mercy.No news could be worse than this. In the first year of Yanxing (AD 263), the winter in Chengdu was unprecedentedly cold, stiff, and panic-stricken. "Where is the Gehou man? How is he?" The chaotic people asked the same thing.The young rider on the Meteor Horse cried: "Ge Hou died in Mianzhu." Death is obviously easy, but sometimes it is so heavy that it is unacceptable.No one believed that Gehou, the Marquis of Wuxiang, just died so casually. Before his death, there was no good news of war, not even a report of defeat, neither victory nor defeat. Throw it into the pool, and it will naturally sink.However, how can the majestic Marquis of Wuxiang die as a matter of course?While people doubt the reality of death, they have to believe that it is indeed true. Once they believe it, it is like a serious wound that rots and cracks from the inside of the body, not only ruining the lives of most people, but also ruining the entire city. Chengdu city.

I live in Chengdu, and I am one of those who feel severe pain from the depths of my internal organs.Although I had guessed that Chengdu would usher in such a dark season many years ago, I didn't expect it to arrive so quickly, and it started with the death of Marquis Wuxiang, and maybe it will end with it.More and more people fled to the mountains and forests in all directions. They used to gather from all directions to this beautiful and prosperous city. They were full of hope and worked diligently, thinking that they could enjoy peace from generation to generation. Under the protection of Wuxianghou, they praised the wisdom of the emperor .I mean, another Marquis of Wuxiang, he is the father of the martyr who died a few days ago. He has such a bright and bright name. Sometimes I feel that if I recite his name silently, I will bear the scorching pain between my lips and teeth. temperature. "If it's for him, it's okay to die." I don't know how many people think this way.When he passed away, it was thirty years ago. I don’t know how many people wailed: "If I can die for him, I will never refuse... If it is possible."

finished? I let out a long breath, as if my body was crowded with countless elves, they hovered, collided, and danced, asking me to make a choice.Should I die with the country, or withdraw early, and flee to the mountains to avoid the haze of soldiers like ordinary people;This sudden thought startled me, while enduring the pain of collapse, I pulled out from the pain, just made a pen, a pair of eyes, gazed, recorded, and sighed from afar.Could it be that a bloody man can do this?Mr. Qiao Zhou said to me this way: "There is no country in the world that will not perish, but the historical records should not be broken. Cheng Zuo should take on the matter of Ban (Ban Gu) and Ma (Sima Qian)! Wait until the winner and the loser On the day when all of them are turned into ashes and dust, Chengzuo will make them immortal, and your name will also be preserved because of this."

I always remember Mr. Qiao's focused eyes when he said this, both stubborn and sad.I think one day I will have the same demeanor as my husband, when I have the same deep love and helplessness as him.I walked quickly to Mr. Qiao's mansion in the twilight. "Mr. Qiao hasn't come back yet!" The boy watching the door was very anxious, leaning against the door and muttering, "Mr. Qiao said that he was going to do something that would risk the world's disgrace, and he might not come back. Tell the family not to be him." Mr. Chen, go in and sit in the study, and wait. I think Mr. Qiao should be back. Why don’t you come back? Hey, Mr. Chen, you go by yourself, I will not be polite to you. By the way, Mr. Qiao He also said that he would talk to you about "Book of Changes" when he came back!" The boy was taken in by Mr. Qiao, who named him Qiao Ji.

"Will Mr. Qiao come back, Mr. Chen?" Suddenly Qiao Ji asked me again. I nodded, held his shoulder and said, "That's natural." "Then I'm sure I can wait for him?" "That's right." "Thanks." He smiled happily at me. I walked into Qiaofu, in this small and quiet courtyard, every time I took a step, I felt a little lighter on my shoulders, as if there was a burden that could not be unloaded, and it was unknowingly resolved.The hustle and bustle of the city during the day converges into the tranquility of the sunset. The place where I feel the safest has never been my home, but the slightly frowned eyebrows of my husband.He will definitely come back, he still has a lot of things to do.Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing. "Daisy." A sudden voice said.I followed the sound and turned around, and first saw a shallow and long shadow lying on the ground, and then followed the shadow to look, at the end of the corridor, a smiling stranger stood with arms folded.

"What?" I asked. When his eyes made contact with this person, he couldn't look away for a moment.This is a young man, wearing a loose dark gray gown and a refined Jinxian crown.The setting sun fell on his delicate jade-like face, rendering a moving crimson.His brows and eyes are slender and long, it seems that there is always a smile, and it seems that the smile is completely out of habit or even perfunctory.He intentionally—I think it was intentional—turned his face up to the dying sun, enjoying the prosperity of the last days and expecting its desolation.I never knew that Mr. Qiao had such a friend or relative. At this moment, his posture was almost like the owner of this house.

"Your smile, even if it's you, it's Daisy." He pointed at me and answered calmly. "I don't quite understand what you mean." "Could it be that you don't know that everyone has a color? The color of life." He laughed, "Daisy color is not very common. It's really nostalgic. Chen Shou," he called out my name directly, which is strange and not only unconscious Faint, but very kind, "You remind me of a lot of old people." "What color is Dai?" I asked again. He pointed higher and farther: "Deep green, the distant mountains are like Daisy, and the towering sky is like Daisy."

"Is it auspicious?" "Not to mention." He chuckled, "On the contrary, it's the color of ill-fated fate!" "Really?" I wasn't too surprised.I will encounter many unexpected troubles, Mr. Qiao has warned me a long time ago. "It's so difficult to climb over the top and caress the sky; but no matter how difficult it is, you don't give up, that's Daisy." He cautiously stretched out his middle finger, pressed it carefully at the corner of his eye, and then gently pressed it with his thumb. With a flick, a deep blue butterfly flew up from between his fingers and landed on his fingertips!

How can a butterfly be born alive in the severe cold season? "It's tears. So thinking of those things, I still can't help crying." He smiled lonely, raised his eyes to me, and introduced himself formally, "My name is Zhao Zhi, Zhao Zhi, the master of nightmares." In this way, Zhao Zhi stepped into my life with a light and wonderful attitude. In the next six months, he walked in my life calmly, making the lonely me have intimate relationships with many people who I thought I would never see again and could no longer recall. intersection.He led me into a time and space that can be arranged at will: or folded, or twisted, or extended, or stagnant..., with dark blue butterflies flying beside us. "Since he is the one who wants to write history." Mr. Zhao Zhi started his special conversation with me with these words.