Chapter 3 The second chapter, why don't you be a high-ranking student, take advantage of Lu Jin first——Phoenix Nirvana before taking off

As early as 30 years ago when Prime Minister Zhuge passed away, "Prime Minister Ji Han's Mansion" no longer existed; but Zhuge's House with the lintel of "Prime Minister's Mansion" hanging there has always given warm hope and support to the Chinese people.Now Zhuge Zhan's death puts an end to all this.People became more and more anxious, as if the strongest spine in their bodies had been removed.If the prime minister is here, if the prime minister is here... I keep thinking like this, it's almost crazy. "Come up, writer of history." Greetings came from overhead.Looking up, Zhao Zhi was sitting by the eaves of the dilapidated prime minister's mansion, shaking his legs, peeling a golden orange to eat.

"Can't go up." I smiled. "You just don't believe that you can come up." He gave me a sly look, "Most people don't believe that they can actually fly. Want me to show you?" "No, no need." I shook my hand, "Can you help me up? Otherwise, we'll just have to talk like this." "It's very elegant to talk up and down." He laughed, "Sima Decao (Hui) and Pang Shiyuan (Tong) once chatted up and down the mulberry tree for a whole afternoon. Do you want to see it with your own eyes? At that time, Pang Shiyuan has not yet been shot into a hedgehog by random arrows, he looks very dull, but his heart is very sharp, which is very similar to Qiao Yunnan."

In front of the students, it is obviously very rude to call his teacher "dumb", but such things as etiquette cannot be demanded of Zhao Zhi. "Come up! Writers of History," he said again. Following his opening, I felt my body become light and light, and when I lifted my feet, I rose from the air and easily walked up to the high eaves. Zhao Zhi grabbed me and I sat beside him. "At that time, Pang Tong was called Fengchu, and people called Zhuge Kongming Fulong." Zhao Zhi stroked the pattern on the eaves, and whispered, "It is the owner of this house - Fulong. It's a pity that you were born so late , if you could have been born thirty years earlier, maybe you would be one of the officials who hurried here. Who can forget those things? I often sleep on this roof, and in my dreams I can hear young people's discussions, arguments, Narrating, hearing their vigorous voices. Chen Shou, can you believe that this dying kingdom once had a prosperous and happy moment? At that time, young people all over the country regarded being able to work here as the most glorious thing and lifelong My dream is like shining stars surrounding the capital, supporting the entire country. And Kong Ming—do you know? He knows that I often use the roof of the prime minister’s mansion as a bed, and he allows me to do so! Kong Ming is more powerful than anyone else. More enthusiastic, enveloping enthusiasm with a quiet, steady intellectuality, I have never seen anyone as wonderful and... charming as him."

I listened without saying a word. These are treasures that Zhao Zhi cherishes in his heart, and when he narrates, he will fall into a state of more obsession than ordinary people.He is as indifferent and cynical as he is stubborn and infatuated.I just have to wait for him to "wake up". "Chen Shou, I just came back from Mianzhu." Zhao Zhi said that he had returned to normal. Mianzhu?My heart fell heavily. "What did you see?" I asked. "It's nothing." He pursed his lips, "It's hard to imagine that the last and most tragic battle of the Shu Han took place there. There was no blood, no broken weapons, no mourning, and no sadness covering the vegetation. The same Bloodline, can't maintain the same performance and heroic spirit, it's really helpless. Mianzhu is not Wuzhangyuan."

Wuzhang was originally the place where Prime Minister Zhuge fell. I really want to go... I told Zhao Zhi that I really want to go to Wuzhangyuan.Zhao Zhi's smile overflowed with sorrow, he said he would take me there sooner or later. "And then," he said, "that's the end. I'm happy to end myself there." I was taken aback. "What kind of person does Chen Shou think Zhuge Zhan is?" He asked me at this moment. I said that's exactly what I wanted to ask. "you answer me first." I couldn't tell him the answer immediately, because I suspected that what I blurted out was full of injustice.In fact, the relationship between Zhuge Zhan and me has always been bad.I thought he was a irascible and timid man.But I thought he would never die on the battlefield, and I was wrong.Maybe my cognition of Zhuge Zhan has been wrong for many years. I just complained why he couldn't listen to my advice, why he passed his dismissive eyes from me, and why he was so busy playing the piano with the princess, Painting, but allowing the country to become weaker day by day.Apart from complaining I never tried to get close to him or to understand him.Of course, the people who come and go to Zhuge's house are all dignitaries, and with my status, I can't expect to have a deep friendship with him.

"He... is knowledgeable and talented." After a long while, I could only squeeze out these few words. Zhao Zhi laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will tell Zhuge Zhan's ghost your evaluation? Are you afraid that the ghost will dream of Empress Liu and ask him to cut off your head? The empress himself is also afraid of losing his head! What are you afraid of?" He laughed at me very sharply. I said, "I'm not lying. Prince Consort Zhuge is indeed very talented." He married the princess at the age of seventeen, and the wedding was extravagant and extravagant.I was nine years old that year, my father was a prisoner, and my family was in a very difficult situation. This wedding that was celebrated by the whole country gave our family a few taels of meat.My mother carefully picked the meat into my bowl and said, "I really should thank you."

And he: Zhuge Zhan, the son-in-law of the emperor and the son of the former prime minister Zhuge Liang, does not need anyone to thank him.He was born with the admiring eyes of the whole nation, destined to receive the best education and enjoy the most decent life.Zhuge Zhan inherited the amazing talents of his parents. I said to Zhao Zhi: "I have seen with my own eyes that the son-in-law has the ability to remember with a photograph. He can recite hundreds of words of articles after reading them once. He is proficient in rhythm and painting. I heard that the battle map was drawn by him himself... the talent of the son-in-law is really unmatched."

"That's right," Zhao Zhi nodded, "Zhuge Zhan is more talented than his father in certain fields, and he is willing to forge and display these talents. He has read far more classics than Kong Ming, and Kong Ming is not a book-lover. Kong Ming could not record the details in the book. Although he had a talent for music and painting, he became more and more alienated from these things. As far as I know, after the age of forty-five, Kong Ming did not paint a painting seriously. The last painting was also out of political considerations. However," he changed the subject, "Zhuge Zhan can't be compared with Kong Ming, is that right?"

obvious. "Why?" Zhao Zhi asked me again. I thought about it: "Why ask why? Do you think there are still people in the world who can compete with Zhuge Cheng?" "He was born in a different world, but it's not incomparable." Zhao Zhi said with a smile, "It's impossible to tell if Kong Ming had a background like Zhan, he would go higher or the opposite. What we know is that Kong Ming once lived Expressed concern for his son, and he hit the mark." Zhao Zhi idly opened his palms, and he pouted at me, in the middle of his palms, a puff of miraculous green smoke rises from the center of his palms, and a figure sways in the smoke!He sat behind a simple desk, propped his face up with one hand, and gently patted his knee with the other. "In the recent letter to my brother, I mentioned Zhan'er, Zhao Lang." The man said. "This is...?" I was dumbfounded.Zhao Zhi smiled and said: "I was in Wuzhangyuan at that time, and he always called me 'Zhao Lang' at that time. He naturally knows how to unite everyone and communicate with you in your favorite way. Did I repeat too much?" When'? Chen Shou, maybe I'm really old." At this moment, I couldn't care less about comforting Zhao Zhi's self-pity. --It's him!Without Zhao Zhi's explanation, I can already be sure that this person is Prime Minister Zhuge.

"Zhan'er is eight years old, smart and cute. I'm really worried that he's too precocious to become a pillar of the country." He continued.The misty smoke made me unable to see his face clearly, but I could imagine him smiling and frowning, "What does Zhao Lang think?" "If you teach him personally, I think he will be outstanding." This is the voice of Zhao Zhi many years ago. "Unfortunately, there is no chance." He shook his head, "I can't go back, right?" Zhao Zhi replied: "I will take you back." "Thank you..."

Suddenly Zhao Zhi squeezed his palm tightly!The blue smoke shattered and scattered. "Said 'thank you'!" He gritted his teeth, "'thank you' for what! Thanks to a ghost master who could prolong his life for ten years but refused to do so, and promised to bring his body back to his hometown? Kong Ming's stupidity is like Its wisdom is equally inexplicable. Damn it!" He rose angrily.For a moment he completely forgot about me. "What about it again?" Zhao Zhi had a frenzied look on his face while talking to himself, "Will I save him? Will he accept my rescue—it's abominable!" He suddenly pulled me up: "Promise me one thing!" "Okay..." I was a little scared, and wanted to ask what kind of illusion the smoke he showed me was. I remembered that I had seen it before in Liu Biao. "It's not illusion, it's 'memory'," he penetrated into my mind, "Memories that people refuse to abandon are all part of the 'soul'." Zhao Zhi said, "Promise me, when I take you to Wuzhangyuan, Use this—" He took out a small sterling silver box from his pocket, "Threat me." "threaten?" "That's right! Not being able to meet your past or future self is one of the rules that Nightmare Masters must abide by. Thirty years ago, I never left Kong Ming at Wuzhangyuan. But you can do it.” Zhao Zhi said sternly, “You just have to tell me back then that if I don’t want to help Kong Ming pray for longevity, you can open this box.” "That's all right?" I weighed the box curiously, it was as light as if it was empty.Rubbing the edge with my thumb, I feel that it is not closed tightly. "Don't think about it." Zhao Zhi snorted, "Close your eyes."... "It's fine." I couldn't wait to open my eyes, and there was a large green crop field in front of me, and the evening breeze wafted a warm and fragrant breath.I pointed to the gentle mountains in the distance and asked, "Is it Qishan? Where is the Wei River?" "Could it be," Zhao Zhi pretended to be troubled, "you can't even tell the four seasons of the year?" "Uh, is this... spring?" "Anyway, it's definitely not late autumn in August, is it?" That's right, this is a prosperous season, and the warm air current tickles people's hearts, making me feel that life is about to give birth to new shoots of happiness and hope.Not only was it not a time for death, but it was also not a time for even the slightest bit of sadness to happen. "I thought you planned to stay in Wuzhangyuan for a while longer." I murmured.Prime Minister Zhuge confronted Cao Wei across the Wei River for more than a hundred days in his last northern expedition. "I didn't bring a change of clothes or a tent," he sneered. "Okay, I'm stupid. Where is this?" I asked. He smiled slightly and said, "Longzhong." Longzhong, then I will meet Prime Minister Zhuge between the ages of seventeen and twenty-seven!Few people know what Prime Minister Zhuge was like when he was young. I once visited Ma Bing for this purpose - he is the son of the prime minister's friend Ma Liang, and I visited Xiang Tiao - another old friend of the prime minister who made friends in Longzhong: Son of "Xiang Lang".Time has made the sublime figure grow taller, golden and blurred.What Xiang Tiao and Ma Bing told me was the same as the prime minister rumored in the market.They said he was hard-working and personal, and everyone respected him because everyone could see that he was a man who was going to do great things.Of course, I can accept this statement as a whole, which is also a statement that satisfies most people; but on the other hand, I have a vague feeling that there will be some things that are special. "To see him now?" I asked eagerly. Zhao Zhi set up the awning with his hands, and squinted his eyes to look at the sun: "If you want to see Kong Ming's sleeping posture stretched out, we might as well sneak into the thatched cottage. Hehe, I don't know if Mrs. Huang has married into Zhuge's family. Did you see one or two people on the bed?" I coughed awkwardly.The Nightmare Master is really a strange creature. He worships and obsesses with someone and something, but also ridicules and ridicules him.It is about Chen time (7:00-9:00), and it is unbelievable to say that the prime minister has not gotten up yet. "I heard that the prime minister only sleeps for two hours a day," I wondered, "usually from ugly time to Yin time." Wake up and start a new day. "It's the 'Prime Minister' Zhuge Liang." Zhao Zhi laughed, "He didn't become a prime minister from birth, and he didn't need to be sleepless from birth. Sometimes I simply suspect that he slept too much in Longzhong, and he suffered from insomnia in the second half of his life. disease. Did you know?" Zhao Zhi said a little mysteriously, "Zhuge Zhan also often suffers from insomnia." I have no idea.I think Zhuge Zhan's insomnia is as inconceivable as the prime minister's lethargy.Zhuge Zhan was born when the prime minister was forty-seven years old. He is the hope of the Zhuge family and is destined to become the pillar of the Shu Han.What I have experienced: sleepiness, hunger, shame, my father who has been punished cannot find a job to earn a living, my mother's sad face, my sister's simple dowry being laughed at...all are outside Zhuge Zhan's world.He is such a "child of Gaoliang" shrouded in glory, forgive me for using words that are not objective enough because of personal emotions again, how can he suffer from insomnia? "You don't know him." Zhao Zhi said, his smiling eyes filled with a murderous look, "Chen Shou, do you know what you lack the most compared to a real 'historian'?" My heart tightened: "Is it fair?" Zhao Zhi shook his head: "It's 'sympathy'. It doesn't mean 'pity', but to put yourself in a person's place, to explore the root of his heart, to explore why he does everything in the way of 'him', shoulders or gives up Chen Shou, history has progressed to this point. It seems that many accidental events are connected in series, but in fact it is driven and achieved by inner inevitability." He poked my heart, "If a person who writes history cannot enter How can the heart of a character return the real history to the world? Chen Shou," he said with a smile, "compared to Kong Ming, maybe I should take you to see Sima Qian." Mr. Qiao has always hoped that I can become the second Shi Qian. On the one hand, I am moved by his expectation. On the other hand, in my true heart, I don’t think I can be like Sima Zichang.My humble background made me lower the bottom line of life, and I didn't expect to be outstanding. "It's enough to be better than popular pseudo-history," I thought, "at least I'm better than them." "Oh, Kong Ming's background is better than yours." No matter what I was thinking, Zhao Zhi knew clearly, "He didn't have a father who was tortured, and no one used Kunming to shave his father's head. He was eleven years old and his parents had two parents. Luckily, his uncle Zhuge Xuan was a good man, and he dragged his elder brother’s children from Xuzhou, the land of death, to the more stable Jingxiang. But is Kong Ming a broom star? When he was seventeen, Zhuge Xuan died. Zhao Zhi spread his hands, "In this way, Kong Ming became the head of the family, with the right to control a nine-year-old brother and fifteen acres of land." "That's Zhuge Kongming's field." He pointed to a field of green onions not far away. It turned out that we had approached Zhuge's house unknowingly. "Go in." Zhao Zhi said with a smile, "You can actually see Kong Ming sleeping, Chen Shou, you are not only worthy of this trip, but also worthy of this life." He hit my heart. I was a two-year-old child when Prime Minister Zhuge died. Many times I thought I could really remember how the whole city... died in an instant when the news of his death reached the capital.No breathing, no thinking, no disbelief, no evasion; it came back to life after a moment, made the first reaction after the catastrophe, fell to the ground, and burst into tears.I have suspected many times that the pervasive white and loud wails are entirely due to the reshaping of memories in adulthood.I kept fantasizing about seeing him in real life, and recorded every dream about the prime minister.The most recent one happened just last night: I stood in the chaotic hall in court clothes.Surrounded by the same voice: Wei Jun sneaked into Yinping!It's over, the country is over!I said loudly in the bustling crowd: "With the prime minister here, the country will not end!" Ridiculous dream... Prime Minister Zhuge's tomb in Dingjun Mountain, swaying long white wormwood. I lowered my eyes and said to Zhao Zhi, "The country... is over." Zhao Zhi said indifferently: "Have you forgotten Qiao Yunnan's words? There is no country in the world that will not perish. He was not the first to say this sentence." "who is it?" "Don't worry, it's another person I will take you to visit." Saying that, Zhao Zhishi walked into the thatched cottage, and I followed him. "That person" was indeed still asleep. Zhao Zhi and I are just a breath of fresh air in this world. The furnishing of the thatched cottage is extremely simple and not as neat as I thought.He was sleeping on his back relaxed on the small couch, breathing evenly.It's comical to think that two men have traveled "thousands of miles" to see another man sleeping.Zhao Zhiyi smiled and touched the eyes of the sleeping young man with his fingers. "Can know his dream." He said proudly. "It's too much." I think that the various abilities of the Nightmare Master are an invasion of others. "He won't let me see it." Zhao Zhi snorted. I stopped arguing with him.Prime Minister Zhuge!When he was young, before becoming a prime minister, he had a well-defined face, and every feature was clear. According to the prevailing facial theory, he was a decisive and strong person.His eyes moved to his hand, with slender fingers and thick knuckles.I asked in a low voice: "I was fortunate enough to see the copy of the Prime Minister's "Biao Shi Shi", which said, 'I am a commoner, and I plowed in Nanyang'. Did he really do the farming himself?" "Kong Ming is a good cropper." Zhao Zhi laughed. I almost thought he was going to wake up Zhuge Kongming. "I should have taken you to see him at other times." Zhao Zhi raised one leg, "Some moments that can be written into history books, obviously you will not write about Kong Ming's sleeping posture in "The Biography of Zhuge Liang", although This is very interesting. I should take you to see how he chatted with his friends and gave advice. For a long time, he was not as popular and valued as you think, or what you like to believe. Compared with the children of Xiangyang, he often It takes five or ten times more hard work to get the rewards. Because of marrying his two sisters into the powerful Kuai and Pang families, Kong Ming has to bear the notoriety of "climbing to the rich". It is a pity that you will not write in the history books how important it is for a poor boy to marry a good relative, but it is true. Marrying Miss Huang is the happiest moment in Kong Ming's life. One of the wise choices, another wise choice is that he chose Liu Xuande (bei) as the prince." I don't think marrying a wife is as important as being an official. Zhuge Zhan married a princess just because... "The difference is very big." He really had insight into my thoughts, "Of course Huang Chengyan's daughter is not as grand as the emperor's daughter, but for Kong Ming and For Zhuge Zhan, a high-status wife has a completely different meaning. I am not saying that marrying a woman of high status or wealth can save years of bitterness and effort. The key is to understand that it is Not what you desperately need." Huang Chengyan didn't convey his intention of getting married to Zhuge Liang through a matchmaker. He went to find the young man himself, and said bluntly: "I have a girl with yellow hair and dark skin. Her talent is very suitable for you. Do you want to marry her?" "I wish for it. "Zhuge Liang replied. The Empress sent a ceremony officer to convey to Zhuge Zhan his honor to have Princess Shang. The seventeen-year-old Zhuge Zhan saluted deeply: "What virtue and ability do you have?" Because of his love and good match, his father married the unknown Miss Huang's family; as his father's son, he was the most suitable man for a Han princess. "Maybe Kongming wants his son to live a more free life, but he knows it is difficult." When Zhao Zhi spoke, Zhuge Kongming woke up.He suddenly opened his eyes, which startled me, and instantly felt that he saw me, because there was light joy in his eyes, as if he saw an old friend. At a loss.Fortunately, he quickly turned his gaze to the window, as if trying to judge what time it was.Then he closed his eyes, and after a while, the young man jumped up from the couch, clapped his hands and said, "That's it--alright!" and walked out the door. Zhao Zhi casually grabbed me who wanted to keep up with him, and said with a smile, "You don't need to accompany him to the bathroom, do you?" I was so dry that my blood surged. "It's normal, there are more people like you than there are leaves on the tree." Zhao Zhi sneered, "I don't realize that he is ordinary first, bathing, eating, going to the toilet, all of which are indispensable, and then the authority If you refuse to admit his ordinaryness, you will not be able to get in touch with his extraordinary. Then, those who write history, you can directly praise the prime minister of Zheng Guo Zichan in "Warring States Policy" and "Zuo Zhuan" Just copy down the words and change the name of 'Zhuge Liang'. Are you going to do that?" "No—of course I won't!" I cried. My anger dissipated in the twilight of Jinguan City. Longzhong was gone, the thatched cottage was gone, and Prime Minister Zhuge was gone. I was still sitting on the roof of the prime minister’s mansion, feeling gusts of cold wind intruding into my sleeves.The trouble is, Zhao Zhi is gone too.I sat alone, like a lone chi kiss entrenched on the roof.Like this... I leaned over and looked down: how should I go down? "How did you get down?" Seeing me again, Zhao Zhi asked with a big smile. I gave him an annoyed look, and continued to copy the "Book of Han" that Mr. Qiao asked me to copy.Mr. Qiao sat aside. These days, he is aging faster than ever before. However, besides the emaciation and slowness of the elderly, he is also more decisive than before, and he expresses his innermost thoughts more candidly.Before, I knew that he had planned to let them rot together with his body: if Han Guo could die one step later than him. "They will say you are a traitor." Zhao Zhi stepped forward to sit next to Mr. Qiao. Mr. raised his eyebrows. "Want to hear what the future generations think of you?" Zhao Zhi said again, "In the 'later generations' that neither you nor Chen Shou will live, would you like to know what kind of rhetoric they put on you?" This is a strong temptation.Although my husband always taught me "don't care what others say", but the name of the future generations, he really has to care about it. Zhao Zhi said in a clear voice: "Zhao Lie's death is shameful, and he swung his knife to chop stones to hate Qiao Zhou." "Do you still want to listen?" Zhao Zhi said leisurely and cruelly. The gentleman did not speak, but his expression was positive. "The heaven and the earth have the same force in time to come, and heroes are not free when they are transported. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains look down on children, and the crown of the two dynasties hates Qiao Zhou.... Qiao Yunnan, you will live in such a disgrace for thousands of years. You should have guessed that when you surrendered." Mr. nodded, with no hesitation and pain, he said slowly and with difficulty: "There must be someone to say something, and someone to do something. Master Siyuan used his death to complete the heroism of subjugating the country, and I used shame to complete the victory of the country." 'Guardian'. Are those guys blind or deaf?" The voice gradually trembled, "You actually advised His Majesty to go to Jiangdong and go into exile in Nanzhong! Can't you see that Jiangdong is also eyeing for a piece of the pie? Can Jiangdong annex Wei? Quite the opposite Is it something that a courtier should do to make His Majesty humiliate you again and again? Lowering your head once...is enough!" Similarly, according to the husband, Nanzhong is also a place where tigers and wolves cannot go.The southerners were greedy and suspicious, even if Prime Minister Zhuge personally conscripted, they could not bring complete stability there. I stepped forward and held my husband's hand, and he put his whole body weight on my hand. "I—what am I, Qiao Zhou?" The gentleman burst into tears, "As long as His Majesty gives an order, I can also put on a tough fight and fight to the death! Cheng Zuo, do you believe it?" "I believe." I choked out. Zhao Zhi sneered slightly. This made me angry, and I reprimanded loudly: "Zhao Zhi, are you a heartless person?" Zhao Zhi was stunned, and his face turned as white as paper in an instant; but after that, as if nothing happened, he smiled half-smile: "Really? I also need to cry bitterly for this country that is about to perish. Desperate to live? Are you asking the bird, which can fly thousands of miles with one lift of its wings, to mourn the death of the house sparrow?" What a proud nightmare master. "Zhao Zhi, just look down on it!" I said, "One day you will regret it. After many years, you will see the history of the country's subjugation I wrote, and you will regret why you didn't seriously witness and accompany the country's demise. You can travel through time and space at will. , Of course you can come back and take a look, but I guarantee you will regret it, re-experience all this through walking, and it is not the same as it happens, develops, declines, ends..." Zhao Zhi burst out laughing. "Please work hard." He pressed his palm on my shoulder, and I felt that the original resentment was resolved by his pressing.My mind was empty, a little empty, and extremely peaceful. "What did you do...?" "Close your eyes." It was the sound of a spell, and I followed it without warning. "Zhao Zhi! I don't intend to travel!" I shouted. He smiled: "I'm sorry, it's already here." As soon as I stood up, he grabbed me and said, "Be careful." Only then did I realize that we were sitting on a slippery rock in the middle of the surging river!Another huge wave came, I couldn't dodge, I was drenched all over, if Zhao Zhi didn't hold me tightly, maybe the strength of the wave would have knocked me into the water and buried me in the belly of the fish.Turning to look at him again, the miraculous Nightmare Master is at ease, not getting a drop of water on his body. "Send me back!" "It's good to stay here for a while." He smiled. "There's no need to be troubled by the pain of subjugation. People who write history. History books with only grief and no joy are far from enough, so I will bring you to this lush Season, just like I took you to Longzhong." "Then there is no need to sit in Jiangxin..." I thought to myself. "For a wash," he replied. "What's the meaning?" "I want to take you to meet a clean, clean person. So we have to wash first. It is not appropriate to meet him with the dust of the last days. A filthy person cannot stand in front of him, just like a treacherous person If a person recites "Teacher's List", he will feel ashamed." Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhi would make such a high evaluation of an ordinary person, he said that "we" must "clean up first", that is, compared with "him", Zhao Zhi, who has a high self-esteem and a cleanliness, is also ashamed of himself?I began to fantasize about a spotless white dress and a flawless face... The strange thing is that Zhao Zhi didn't laugh at me this time, instead he said softly: "I can't imagine too much, but I can't Unexpected." The waves became more violent, one blow after another. The wet clothes sticking to my body made me shiver. Zhao Zhi took off his coat and put it on me, saying, "Now let's talk about Jiangdong." It turns out that this is Jiangdong. Compared with the land of Bashu, I know less about Jiangdong at present, and I have no access to original materials.Some friends from Soochow would talk to me about Jiangzuo’s past. They called Zhou Yu (Gongjin), Lu Su (Zijing), Lu Meng (Ziming), and Lu Xun (Boyan) the "Siying of Soochow", and most of them Attention: words of praise, gazes of fascination, heartbeats... focus on Zhou Gongjin.First of all, he is a rare handsome man. Compared with Sun Bofu (Ce), who is as enthusiastic as the sun, he is the bright and clear moon. Across thousands of miles, attacking cities and conquering land, invincible.What was then repeatedly narrated was his wife Xiaoqiao, who was as beautiful as a white pearl. It was said that she was more charming than his sister Daqiao.And the background—the background is the raging fire of Chibi.People say: Zhou Yu created a world, and then died young.The hasty demise is also one of the reasons why Zhou Gongjin is talked about. He left his beauty in history without a trace of gray hair. "Could it be that one of the 'three people' you mentioned..." I blurted out, "Zhou Gongjin?" "He's not qualified yet." Zhao Zhi curled his lips. "I don't like your condescending judgmental stance," I said. He smiled: "But I am qualified." "... megalomaniac." "It is appropriate for those who write history to combine Zhou Yu, Lu Su, and Lu Meng into one biography!" Zhao Zhi said, "There is no doubt that they are all outstanding generals. I can't imagine whether Jiangdong would exist without them." The three-foot green sword embraces the world, and rides a white horse to open Wujiang.'" He smiled and said, "A long time later, someone wrote a hymn to Zhou Gongjin, and I remember these two lines very clearly." "There is one missing person in the joint biography." I pointed out, "Since it is collectively called 'Eastern Wu Siying', it is inevitable that Lu Xun's name will be included in it." "Unavoidable? Hahaha!" Zhao Zhi laughed, as if I just told the most ridiculous joke in the world, "Do you think I forgot about him? I'm not such a callous person. Let's go, Chen Shou, let's go!" He walked as fast as the wind.Crossing the river, like walking on flat ground. I felt urgent pain from his clenched hand, and his urgency to see "that person" sooner also reached my heart. In the eighth year of Jian'an, Haichang under the jurisdiction of Jiangdong is like this: the air is filled with the humidity of the river, and the low air pressure makes people feel suffocated. Unlike Longzhong, which is endless, no matter where you stand, you can't look at it. Extending further, this is a well-organized small city, and the designers are trying to fill every corner of the city.Haichang was flooded last year, and the crops were almost useless. The destructive power of natural disasters can make a city die, but Haichang did not die. The people here are tired, hungry, and slow-moving, but they have never despaired. "The officials have opened their positions!" they said. I was a little surprised. Zhao Zhi can understand my reaction very well: "Even if Zhuge Kongming is in charge of the country, it is not common to open warehouses for relief, not to mention Jiangdong," he sarcastically said, "is a country established by bandits, and it is governed by bandits and bandits. It. Of course, the official history will not be written so straightforwardly. I have to admit that I scoffed at it because of too strong personal likes and dislikes. However, there are some things that cannot be evaded. One year, the drought continued and the people exchanged children for food. , Che Jun, the prefect of Kuaiji, and Zhang Yong, the prefect of Eastern Hunan, sympathized with the poor and the weak, and exempted the poll tax without authorization. Chen Shou," he asked, "if this happened under Kong Ming's rule, how do you think he would deal with it?" "Publicly denounce the two prefects." I mused, "Avoiding taxes without authorization is an act beyond the authority. Afterwards, I think the prime minister will encourage and promote them, and he will never let go of an available talent." "Well, Kong Ming's denunciation may be written like this: Have you lost trust in the country? Do you think the country will let the people die? Or do you want to gain personal reputation and disregard the prestige of the country? Why don't you write a letter to ask for the king's favor, but dare to overstep your power? ?Even if the people benefit from it, this kind of thing must not be tolerated. I will order you to be dismissed from the post of prefect, and think about your mistakes behind closed doors." Zhao Zhixin's diction was quite temple-like, and he continued, "It will not take half a year. Commendable officials will be reappointed, and Kong Ming will entrust the common people to them. But in Jiangdong..." He sneered, "Che Jun and Zhang Yong lost this opportunity." The heads of Che Jun and Zhang Yong were hung in Kuaiji and Eastern Hunan to warn the rebellious officials and thieves who dare to pity the "grass people" and harm the interests of the treasury! "Oral tax, calculated tax, customs duty, fish tax, wine tax, household survey..." Zhao Zhi counted each item. "Wait a minute." I interrupted him, "With verbal tax and counted tax, how can there be an item of household adjustment?" Generally speaking, the oral calculation tax of cash collected on a head-to-head basis and the household tax of household tax collected in kind are incompatible. Parallel, otherwise it will make the people bear double the load. "The government has the determination to plunder." Zhao Zhi said. I was stunned. "So the Jianye Mansion can store 2.8 million shi of grain, which is the annual harvest of more than 2 million mu of farmland." Zhao Zhi said, "How many people's hunger and cold are exchanged? Chen Shou, can you calculate it?" I didn't speak, and I couldn't help but suspect that Haichang's opening a position was also a scam. "This time it's true." Zhao Zhi saw through my doubts, "We should go and see." I saw it. The treasury was opened, and the golden millet flowed out, pouring out the vitality of the place.The people who received the food were orderly and took the food from a young official one by one.There was a smile and sadness in the eyes of the young man, and he said to everyone: "Please bear with me a little longer." It seemed that he was not the rescuer, but guiltily hoped for forgiveness and support from the recipient.Sweat flowed down his forehead, winding his lips, and the rice grains mixed with dust stained his temples, making him look a bit dirty.But how can you describe him as "dirty"? "Please bear with me a little longer." It was Wu Nong's soft words. "it's beautiful." Zhao Zhi's admiration caused me to cough. "That's right, he is a well-mannered official." I said, "But how rare is it? I have served as prime ministers in history, and I am more than him." "Wang Lian, Xiang Lang, Zhang Yi, Jiang Wan and the like?" Zhao Zhi is like a treasure, "They are indeed heroes of the moment. Let me tell you, Chen Shou, do you like to use Kong Ming's attitude towards someone to judge his talent so much? He," he pointed to the young people in the relief village, "he used a special self-proclaimed name in his correspondence." "what?" "servant." "Servant" is a very humble and respectful word.As far as I know, in letters to the emperor, Prime Minister Zhuge used to use the word "Chen"; in letters to friends and subordinates, he wrote "Wu", which is similar to "Yu" or "Liang" when he calls himself by his own name. For example, "Wu" shows a more arrogant attitude. For Prime Minister Zhuge, I believe this is not arrogance, but his natural pride and authority. For the same reason, in daily conversations, he calls himself "Gu", a prince He has the right to use this kind of self-proclaimed name, but the courtier of the Han Dynasty who frankly called "Gu" was only Prime Minister Zhuge from beginning to end. "servant"?I turned my gaze to the treasury door again. The young man took the time to wipe his sweat. All ten fingers exude the fragrance of millet. "He is an official from Jiangdong." I tried to explain, "The prime minister is very polite to Wu people." "Really? Chen Shou, if it were you," Zhao Zhi asked, "would you be 'polite' to the person who overturns your lifelong dream? Would you be 'polite' to the person who drives your half-life confidant to death?哦，也许你会吧。身为人子，父亲被施加髡刑，你却还能对行刑者怀抱热烈的爱慕！哈哈，真了不起！” "hateful!" 我一拳挥向赵直！无法容忍他把我父亲也纳入嘲弄的范围。 他随意地握住我的拳：“再问问你，倘若、我是说倘若，有人发动致命一击，使诸葛孔明身负重伤、一蹶不振，你会怎么办？” “不会放过他。”我想，“很可能此后生命里最重要的事便是'复仇'。不把他击败，我不会罢休。”我豁然一惊！诸葛丞相做出了与我截然不同的选择，这一点毋庸置疑；可……他怎能歇止了男儿的血性与怒火，与这样的“敌人”鸿雁来往、自称为“仆”！ 我心里乱极了。 赵直扶住我，耳语道：“他比孔明小两岁，今年刚满二十一。他，便是袭取荆州、击溃昭烈的江东梁柱：陆逊陆伯言。” 陆逊向赵直与我招招手。 原来这一次，赵直使我们的“实体”参与到海昌赈灾之事里了。 “注意两位好一阵子了。”陆逊捧着黍米问：“不要口粮吗？” “我们不是海昌的农户。”赵直回答。 “纵使不是本地人，需要的话，”他张开手指，黍粒从指缝滑入麻袋，又再一次把手指插入袋里，摩挲着道，“亦可以领到一份。” “您太慷慨了。”赵直说。 “慷至尊之慨么。” “至尊”是流行于江东的对孙权的尊称。 “虽然呈递了书奏，可孙将军还未批复吧。不等上峰批复，便急着开仓赈灾，伯言想过后果吗？”赵直问。 陆逊笑了笑。“后果绝不会比延迟赈济更糟。”他回答，“晚一天施援，便多放弃了数条性命。因此……相信至尊不会降罪于议。” 此时陆逊还未改名，他本名“陆议”。 “倘使孙将军没有伯言想的那么开通呢？”赵直饶有兴味地追问。 陆逊略一沉吟：“您在问什么？为人僚属，忠勤己任，雷霆雨露，都该欣然领受，不是么？” “啊……”赵直无奈地点点头，“说得没错。” 他忽然一振衣袖，毫无征兆地把他与我带离海昌！“消逝”的刹那，我仿佛见到陆逊惊讶的脸。“哈哈哈！”赵直拍手大笑，认为这是很爽快的事。 “无聊。”我随手拖了张席子坐下。 此时他与我身处我写史的斗室之内，墨盒掀开、烛光摇曳、狼毫尚未干涸，简牍平整摆放，面对这幅我再熟悉不过的场景，要说方才只是一场荒诞的梦境，也没什么不可以。 “对伯言而言，倏忽不见的你我，也是一场幻梦。”赵直悠然道，“只有认为是梦，才不至于惊骇。” 我没搭理他洋洋的得意，自顾写下“周瑜鲁肃吕蒙陆逊传”，漉漉笔锋正要继续，赵直手指轻轻一勾，麻纸轻飘飘浮起被他握入手心。“陈寿你从不把我的话往心里去吗？”很少见他这样愤怒，“伯言应该被单列一传！” “那你来写。”我索性把笔递向他。 他手指一搓，整张麻纸竟散落成粉！“使魇师生气的罪是很大的。”他紧逼我的眸光像在这么说。 “我的星辰，要是我也有属于自己的星辰在天幕上运行，”我毫不让步，“它的轨迹，该由我、而不是你来安排。我不认为陆逊有与诸葛丞相一样的资格。” "what do you know?" “你又知道什么？！”我反唇质问。 “好大胆！”他用右手食指指住我，指尖微微颤动，我清晰看见他指端闪耀着银蓝的刀刃之光！简直像被激怒到要对我痛下杀手。没气量的家伙。“别以为我不会……” 我瞪住他。 好一阵子，赵直深吸一口气，垂下手指：“好吧。我不会。为什么我们不能心平气和地谈论伯言？告诉我你认为他'没有资格'的理由。” “一是因为个人情感。”我坦率地说。这句话进一步缓解了剑拔弩张的气氛。众所周知，修史时不该被个人情感左右，我承认这一点无异于某种反省。“至少目前，我无法对一个大败昭烈皇帝，挫伤汉国元气的敌人大加赞赏。” “情理之中。二呢？” “二则，我尚未发现他超凌众人之处。”我说，“他是胜了彝陵之战，可当时吴、汉势均力敌，纵然是至关重要的一战，在我看来，亦未必胜过周公瑾之赤壁。倘若连公瑾都无法在史书里获得独树一传的荣幸，为什么要把这种荣耀给陆逊？听着，”我阻止赵直插话，“常胜将军很多，体恤百姓的官员也不少，史家若把他们一一单独列出，史书将会怎样芜杂！倘若你觉得陆逊不适合被放入江东上将的合传，我也不反对以他后来的丞相身份为据，把他与张子布（昭）、顾元叹（雍）合为一传。”我最后的建议、或说折衷的办法，依我之见，已是对陆逊最高级别的肯定。 “写史的人呐。”赵直拨亮灯芯，很奇怪他没有使用神怪之力，我感到他正试图沟通我与他之间真正的平等交流，“合传的标准，难道只是盖棺定论、判断其生前分量、死后哀荣吗？” “不，还须区分……”我沉吟道，“类属。” “类属。”赵直点点头，“所以当你有意把蔡邕与王粲合为一传时，我反对说粉红与深灰极不般配。” 他说得很对，我也接受了他的建议，把王粲列入“三国史”，而将蔡邕留给将在他人手里完成的“后汉史”。 “你认为陆逊与张昭、顾雍是同一类人？”他问。 我想说“是”，却说不出口。 “那么陆逊与周瑜、鲁肃、吕蒙是一类人喽？”他继续问。 我还是无法理直气壮说“是”。 赵直笑眯眯的样子活像赢得了一场大捷。 “不做肯定回答，只因我对他们缺乏深入了解。”我争辩道，“我相信吴国有陆逊的'同类'，至少我方才所见他年轻时的处事，没什么了不起。” “对。”赵直竟表示赞同，“这也正是我想告诉你的。话说陈寿，你所见隆中大梦初醒的青年，平心而论，又有什么了不起？” 没有，真没有。 一个年轻人在很好的阳光下姗姗苏醒，是再寻常不过的。 “谁让你只带我去看丞相睡觉来着？！”我恼道。 赵直扑哧扑哧笑个没完。“嘿嘿，换了别的场面也一样。”他说，“你想去我随时奉陪，把你丢在当时的隆中过个一年半载也行。好吧，想象一下，他像多数农夫一样开垦、灌溉，毕竟是士大夫出身，有时他要旁人帮助才能把农活做完，邻居都很乐于帮他，有人甚至想招赘他做女婿，因为他真是个相貌堂堂的男子汉，心眼好、又懂礼貌。他发明的小玩意还能帮大伙儿省点力气，譬如他改进了汲水机，使原本要三个人才能倒腾的东西，现今只要一个壮劳力就够了。他读书倒不像做农活那么认真，弟弟在一旁温书时，他会把书盖在脸上睡一觉，那时——哎，这个你会写入史书吗？路过的姑娘会对他指指点点。当孔明迎娶了传说十分丑陋的黄家闺女时，有不少女孩子躲在家咬牙切齿地骂他没眼光。想象还真是件有趣的事。”他继续道，“他感到与读书人交往比与农夫交往辛苦多了，可却不得不把大量时间花在这上面。娶亲前，孔明很被荆襄望族瞧不起，他们认为没落的外地士人之后，别想挤进荆州名士圈。好在他两个姐姐都嫁入了大户，孔明腆颜蹭坐在豪族聚会上时，尚不至于被赶出门。与他交好的士人朋友也大多是客籍人，石韬（广元）、孟建（公威）、徐庶（元直）……他们对他匍匐在名流庞德公床下恭听教诲的样子很看不惯。年轻人背地里都称庞德公为'姓庞的'或者'庞老头儿'。'管仲、乐毅会战兢兢服侍那个老家伙吗？'有一次徐元直问孔明，因为孔明又一次抱膝仰面，把自己比作管、乐一流的人物。而他笑着回答：'谁说不会呢？'然后他指指在座的朋友：'你们呀！你们能做到刺史、郡守！'好像他是负责拔擢国家官吏的政要似的。'那么你呢？'孟公威问。孔明摇摇头——”这时，赵直用上了近于史家的笔法，“笑而不答。” “不一样！是吧？不一样！”我突然说，“丞相年轻时便怀抱远志，自比管、乐。为什么他不回答孟建的提问？”我兴奋道，“只因他明白他将肩负更沉重的天下，而不是两千石或更多俸禄，是——是一个新的汉国！赵直……”我住了口，只见赵直一脸似笑不笑的嘲弄。 “陈寿，我小时候以为我能做皇帝。”他说，“别恼火，不是戏弄你。”赵直摆摆手，“我真以为我能君临天下，再不济也是一方诸侯。我曾像刘玄德一样指着郁郁葱葱的树冠说，这是我的万乘车盖！哦，更过分呢，我将泥土捏成小人，用魇术使他们活动起来，向我三叩九拜。为了这，我把生父活活吓死了。当然，他身体一向不大好。我是说，”他笑笑，“谁没有过宏大的梦想？” “你无非白日做梦。” “没错。”赵直颔首，“是'志望'与'幻梦'的区别。想想吧，倘若'他'最终未能成为诸葛丞相，只是诸葛令、诸葛掾之类，年轻时的大言，无非是闲时的谈资或笑柄。” 这是多么冷酷的判断，冷酷到使人无法反驳。 "so……" “所以，”我接过赵直的话头，“更该关注他怎样孜孜努力使志望成真、使它不像幻梦般散落。单纯津津乐道他'胸怀大志'，实则毫无意义。” “唔，写史的人。”赵直点头，又问，“我知道你多年搜罗孔明的材料，依你之见，他为什么能够一鸣惊人、一飞冲天？” “他很……”我斟酌道，“认真。” “是么？你这么觉得？”赵直故意驳难，“与徐元直、石广元、孟公威相比，诸葛孔明兴许是做事最随便的人。他们认真研读诸子百家之学时，孔明总是随随便便把书翻过，手指翻书之快，像在与什么人赛跑。最开始大家还赞叹他有一目十行的本领，后来才知他压根没有细读。” “粗粗翻阅的读书习惯，终丞相一生亦未改变。”我说，“这与他对军政案牍的字字计较形成鲜明对比。我说的'认真'，是另一种。”我努力把感受到的表达出来与赵直分享，“我想他从未使内心松懈、散漫，无论看上去多么漫不经心。丞相年轻时已对人间怀抱博大的爱与悲悯，如你所说，他目睹过曹操血洗徐州的场面，少年的噩梦势必影响成年的行事。被血腥浸渍过后，有人变得残暴、有人变得怯懦，丞相则变得……” “怎样？”赵直迫切问。 每一个形容词都很难择定。诸葛丞相原本便不是能被轻易评判的人物。好比太阳，直接、长期凝望它不免使人双眼刺痛。 “……哀凉。” "Oh?" “是否差得很远，这个词。”我有点紧张。 “不。也许我能明白你的意思。”赵直蹙眉慢慢道，“哀凉。他四十二岁时我与他初次见面，那时他患有严重的失眠症，间或的头疼更使他不胜其扰。像曹操一样，他常常把头浸在用银盆盛的冷水里减轻痛楚。为了治疗顽疾，有一段时间我频繁对他催眠。像这样。”赵直扶正我的面孔，轻轻道，“看住我。” 我眨眨眼。 “请放松些，交给直就好。”他又说。 他第一次称自己为“直”，估计潜意识里他不是在对我、而是在对诸葛丞相施术，声音轻盈、柔和有如三月飞絮。 我松松散散地望住他，不知何时，我进入了另一个世界，既是他眼睛里的，又是我魂魄深处的。一记又一记鞭子，抽打在我身上！“叫你去！叫你还去！”我痛得想把全身蜷缩起来，可又硬着头皮不躲不闪。父亲趣青的头皮在阳光下闪烁着森森的光，母亲哭着想抱住我却被父亲粗鲁地挥开！“别拦！叫你不长记性！说，还去不去？说！”姐姐在厨下生火做饭，一大锅水里沉积着仅仅一把黍米。她像我一样蜷成一团，她默默无语。 ——还去不去？Say! ——哇……哇！去——要去的！ “真固执。老头子不许你去哪里？”随着赵直这一声问，我恍然惊觉。 “你太可怕。”我呆怔了好一阵子才用力揉脸道，“诸葛瞻也曾师从谯先生，我与他有同窗之谊。父亲禁止我去诸葛家。” 是寒门的自卑与因之而生的过分自重使然。 “别谈我了，接着说丞相。”我把话题转回。 “我做了充分准备，配备了至少十副可能洞开他心门的'钥匙'，大费周章地邀请一名魇师朋友，叫'伦斜'的来助阵。原以为涉足一国宰辅的思绪是一件危险的事，之前魇师界有过惨痛教训，”赵直悠闲回忆，“于吉试图干预孙策的'心'，竟遭法术反啮致死。唔……结果大出意料，居然轻轻一推就开了。” “你见到了什么？” “乌鸦。”赵直仰面，阖上眼，“成片飞舞盘旋的乌鸦，宛如黑压压的云层，聒噪、争夺。在遥远的西方，乌鸦被视为智慧鸟；不过，他心里的这些食腐鸟，与智慧无关。很快乌鸦开始攻击我与伦斜这两位不速之客，它们有尖利的爪喙，我险些被抓伤，几乎是连滚带爬地逃出来。” 想到这不可一世的魇师的狼狈样，我失笑了。 而赵直，又一次把“记忆”幻化为烟云使我看见。 一个头发与脸都湿漉漉的中年男子向我微笑着。哦不，他是在向当年坐在他身旁的赵直微笑吧。 “惊到了？”他问。 “还好……”是赵直惊魂未定之声。 “甚么还好？你方才还咒骂诸葛丞相来着。”这是个陌生的男声。赵直笑着解释：“是伦斜。” “听说失眠源于焦躁，我的焦躁恐怕来自对死亡太深重的恐惧。”诸葛丞相这样说，“不用开导说我还年富力强。死亡不是个体行为，是人人都要面对的。所担心的亦不是我一个人的死难，是怎样把不必要的亡故遏止在最低限度。赵郎听过这首歌吗？”他击打着银盆，用低沉的声调唱道，“战城南，死郭北，野死不葬乌可食。为我谓乌：'且为客号。野死谅不葬，腐肉安能去子逃？腐肉安能去子逃！'” 在城南作战啊，在城北捐躯。 尸体被遗弃在荒郊野外，有几句话要说与乌鸦听。 乌鸦、乌鸦，我的尸体将是尔的美味，请为我多哭号几声。 乌鸦、乌鸦，被抛弃的尸体得不到埋葬哟，请哭号几声再享用。 腐烂的肉身是跑不掉的，腐烂的肉身将埋葬在尔的腹肠之中……“确实与曹操有曲异同工之处。”这是我直觉的反应。 “嗯。”赵直说，“很多人认为曹丞相与诸葛丞相完全没有交集，一个象征着最强大的恶，一个象征着最饱满的善，一个狡诈奸险，一个开诚布公，一个擅权不臣，一个忠贞不二……真可笑，这些浮于表面的辞藻！我是指，当它们被用来'囊括'两位丞相之为人处事时，就像把大象塞进蚂蚁的鞋子里一样可笑！人们若只懂得用反义词修饰曹孟德与诸葛孔明，他们已错过了真正的诸葛亮和曹操。陈寿，”赵直笑了，“他二人至少有一点本质上的相似，你应该了解吧？” 我点点头：“同样在贪婪吮吸血肉的土地上，盛开了生命之花。” 叫人惊叹不敢相信的是，被浓稠的血与频密的死亡洗礼过人，竟能那么……温暖。好像七月阳光直照下的高山，落英缤纷、芳草鲜美，谁能想到，山的内部，是怎样冰冷坚硬的石块。 他把最深的哀凉绝望留给自己，把“死”化成支撑“生”的力量，把安定的微笑给予天下。 “所以是无可企及的。”我发出赞叹，愈发相信“陆逊无法与诸葛丞相媲美”。“陆逊这出身江东世家的贵族子弟哪能了解乱世的真相？”我说。“陆”、“张”、“顾”、“朱”并称江东四大姓，在我看来，陆逊是长在温室里的植物，他的彬彬有礼源自他从未遭受猛烈的摧折，他所看见的是世界良善、被保护的一面，就像诸葛瞻。 “哦，我不怪你。”赵直一面说，一面用手遮住了我的眼。 “我不能要求你知道我在乎的每一件事，”他笑道，“然而，既然是写史的人，这些事有必要使你见到。” 赵直叉开五指，我透过他指缝见到一个英姿勃发的青年人，他有太阳般热烈的面孔，声音轻悦、欢乐。“请见陆太守。”他说。很快从内堂转出来一个瘦小的中年人，潦草施礼道：“陆太守公务繁忙，孙校尉有何见教。职代为呈奏。”青年怔了怔，咧咧嘴：“无事。”拂袖而去。 “是孙策。”赵直解释道。 “啊？”我一惊，“小霸王竟被轻慢至此。” “所以怀恨在心。”赵直笑笑。 “那个陆太守是？” “陆康，陆逊的叔祖。” 他把手指闭紧，关闭了数十年前的活剧。再一次张开时，“陆太守”出现在我眼前。他须白皆白，身形干瘪，看上去像一只被曝晒了许久的甲虫，奄奄一息。惊慌失措的侍女给他端来汤药，药汤顺着他口角流下。“两年……”陆康颤巍巍道，“终于到头了。你们，”他指指围聚着的男子们，“别再以陆家子弟自居了……逃生去吧！” 男子大多露出“死也不放弃姓氏”的拒绝表情。他们个个面黄肌瘦，随时都可能栽倒。破旧的衣裳尽量保持整洁，腰身是不堪一握的瘦瘪。 “断粮五天了。”赵直解释时，两个汉子抬了副担架进来，上面有一具用白布遮盖的尸身。坐在最靠近床榻位置的中年男子上前掀开白布，给陆康看了一眼死者的脸，老人显出疲倦的哀痛。 “第十五个。”有人说。 “还未停止。” “陆家将要沦亡了……” “将沦亡了。” “陆公，”有人建议，“回吴郡去吧，庐江已经完了。” “我年过七十，”陆康道，“缺少的仅仅是一死。既然忝居庐江太守之职，决没有弃城而走的道理。倒是你们——”他再一次说，“逃生去吧。” There was silence in the room.第十六具尸体被抬入。 我闭上眼睛，不忍卒看，问道：“是孙策干的？” “袁术攻打徐州时，狮子大开口，向陆康索取三万斛军粮，陆康不答应，”赵直说，“袁术派出孙策征讨庐江。听说孙策来攻，庐江城原本休假还乡的小吏纷纷趁夜潜返，与陆康共守城池。两年后，庐江陷落。陆康愤懑而亡。陆家宗族一百多人，流离失所，死者过半。” 平淡的叙述的话凝结了白生生的骨与鲜艳的血。 “那