Chapter 4 The third chapter does not spare the pain of the singer, but hurts the friends - the truth after the fog

It's snowing in Chengdu.The cold air filled the air one after another, dominating this end-of-the-world city.I am more and more fond of parading aimlessly in Jinguan City - parading the pagoda, as if I can't wait to see every bit of its dying glory.It won't be long before a flag of another color will be planted on the top of the city. I think so, feeling inexplicably suffocated.What a brilliant group of people once supported and built the city of dreams... The surface of the skin is extremely cold, but deep in the body is bursting with heat and pain.The white snow records my footprints in one moment, and completely covers it in the next moment, as if nothing happened.In addition to a sense of responsibility, historians should also have a sense of pride: if there is no historical pen, this country that has lasted for more than forty years will be annihilated in the boundless time and space.But recently, I... "You haven't written for a few days." This is a voice with a hint of dissatisfaction and expectation.Zhao Zhi caught up with me a few steps behind.I turned my head and was surprised to find that his light footprints were also left in the snow.

"Why do you have such an expression...?" "Well," I pointed to the footprints, "I thought you would show off 'Treading Snow Wuhen'." "It's not bad to be an ordinary person occasionally." Zhao Zhi laughed. "That's right, it's necessary to be a 'normal person'." I said. Zhao Zhi curled his lips, with a look of "I can't do anything about you".In fact, my communication with him has become more and more relaxed, and I can also feel that not only does he control a world that I don't know, but I also control some areas that he is curious and difficult to get involved in: some choices of "normal people", he often cannot understand .

"Honestly speaking, reading your history is my greatest joy now." Zhao Zhi said while patting my shoulder, "Don't be an eunuch!" "Ok?" "Oh," he scratched his head, "meaning don't give up halfway, isn't 'eunuch' just 'there is nothing below'? Hahahaha!" "Uh..." barely restrained the word "boring" from blurting out. "The reign title of 'Yanxing' is probably also 'eunuch'." Zhao Zhi continued, it was really annoying that he said the matter of "subjugation" in such a frivolous manner, "I still like 'Jing Yao' More, the sun is shining, how gorgeous!" "The first year of Yanxing" was originally "the sixth year of Jingyao". , Zhang Yi, and Dong Jue led troops to resist, and at the same time changed the year name: "Yan Han is prosperous", which is to place this hope-a rather weak and helpless hope.

"I've heard of such a thing," I suddenly thought, "can you tell me it's true? It is said that a hundred miles south of Linqiong County, there is a fire well with a diameter of five feet and a depth of two or three feet. The Han Dynasty prospered When the flames were strong, when the Han Dynasty fell, the flames were weak. Zhuge Prime Minister personally inspected it, and when he looked down..." "The flames are burning," Zhao said directly. "It really is true?" "It's Nightmare Technique." Zhao Zhi smiled slightly, "I can rekindle an extinct fire well. Kong Ming asked me to help him with this. He is very good at using resources."

Being so proud of being "used"... I sighed. "It seems a little disappointed?" Zhao Zhi stopped, "You can admire him, and he is indeed worthy of being looked up to, but you don't need to elevate everything about him to the height of belief, let alone believe in those miracles that are talked about by gods and gods. Huo The incident on the well was the only time he used supernatural power. It was not so much to publicize his achievements in rise and fall as a whim. After leaving Huojing, Kong Ming laughed from time to time and said to me: "It's very interesting and very interesting." Ridiculous?' He has a way of making a man willing to do anything for him, and a way of making him feel that no matter how hard he tries, he won't want your help..."

"It's just that there is no assistance from 'demons'." I corrected him, "You people have never been able to truly influence the world. The leader of Taiping Taoism shakes the world, not by Taoism or mana, but by billions of people Hatred of tyranny and longing for freedom. As far as I know, the aliens who walked in the three-point era: Zuo Ci, Guan Ren, Wu Fan, Zhao Da... have nothing worth recording. Including you, Zhao Straight." I said firmly, "Obviously I won't write a biography for you." "Thank you so much." He laughed. "As for Wang Lian, Jiang Wan, Zhang Yi, Xiang Lang, and even Yang Yi, who has obvious personality flaws, I mean those talents in the world who have no extraordinary power, the prime minister values ​​them all. He is so thirsty for talents that he almost To the point where it's 'reckless' and shocking."

"That's why if you were born thirty years earlier, you would have sharpened your head and squeezed into the prime minister's mansion." Zhao Zhi sarcastically said, "Did you notice? All the 'talented talents' you listed have served as prime ministers. , You didn’t even mention Fei Wenwei (Yi), the Marquis of Chengxiang who was the secretary of the record, the general, and the governor of the mansion, because he never served in the mansion?” "Not exactly." I shook my head, not getting into the topic.I don't know why I always feel that Fei Yi is quite different outside of his official title and power position, which I can't grasp for the time being. "Zhao Zhi," I said, "I think you and I have a different perspective on the prime minister and all the people who can greatly influence the world. For example..." I mused, "The prime minister is a dragon in the sea. , Zhao Zhi, you are like water, you are attracted by its power and beauty, if you appreciate, accompany and protect them, you may be able to get close to them infinitely, after all, you are not the same; They actually influence each other and operate according to the same law. It's a pity that fish and shrimp can only see the scales and half of Jiaolong's claws..." Maybe this is the reason why Mr. Qiao couldn't write a biography to the prime minister.

"A very accurate metaphor." Zhao Zhi praised, "You realize this and save me a lot of effort in explaining. Sometimes I really envy you, you can ignore the gods and the will of God that I adore. Because, with your own will and strength The 'existence' that strongly affects the lives of all is around you. 'Ordinary people', well, 'normal people'", he once again accommodated my definition, "often regard these too great 'existences' as gods, so that they cannot truly See them clearly. Because you can't see clearly, you will add some false light and shadow to them, such as..." He opened his palm.The snowflakes fell lightly into his palm, at this moment, Zhao Zhi's palm seemed to generate a vortex force, the snowflakes swirled rapidly, creating bubbling jade chips.Moving figures can be faintly seen in the jade crumbs. "This is not a memory." Zhao Zhi briefly explained the nightmare technique to me. "It is a complete fiction, just to satisfy your intuitive feelings."

I saw the prime minister again, a very strange prime minister. He was wearing a weird gossip suit, and he danced his sword and stepped on the gang in the cigarette smoke. "They said that the rare southeast wind during the Chibi War was sacrificed by him like this," Zhao Zhi laughed in his ear, "this is clearly within the scope of my authority!...The clothes are so ugly. Another theory is that he For this reason, he signed a terrible contract with the demon, which made him die in the Wuzhang Plain." Next, it was still the colorful gossip clothes, the same dancing swords, and cigarette smoke. The difference was that the background just now—the lush hills turned into the Chinese military tent on the plain under the moonlight, beside the prime minister, Forty-nine small lamps surround seven large lamps, and there is another natal lamp shining brightly among the large lamps.It seemed that the prime minister was both excited, hopeful, tired and nervous.

"It is said that Kong Ming tried to use this method to request a twelve-year lifespan." Zhao Zhi said, "If the main lamp does not go out, he will be able to achieve his wish." "Went out?" "Ah," Zhao Zhi nodded, "Wei Wenchang (Yan) was designed to be the culprit who trampled on the main lamp, so his tragic death is considered a happy one. ——Look! And this!" Bi Fei The absurd scenes in Xueli and Zhao Zhi's enthusiastic voice made people even more annoying. This time, the prime minister was surrounded by twenty-four men in black with disheveled hair, bare feet, and holding soap flags.I don't think anyone really dares to appear in front of the prime minister like this. He will be brought to justice for being a "disorderly group" and "disrespectful".The prime minister and the group of people walked forward leisurely, behind them, Wei Bing was out of breath, and rode his horse to chase them, but they couldn't catch up no matter what.

"Ah! Shrinking Earth Technique, Shrinking Earth Technique—!" Zhao Zhi laughed heartily, "It's true 'My way is not alone'!" "Enough." I bent down, squeezed a snowball, and threw it at Zhao Zhi, and Pianlian's phantom was shattered. "It's so kind!" Zhao Zhi was still feeling, "Many people think of him as a warlock like me. He used extraordinary abilities to defeat enemies one by one, and talked directly to the heavens. They attributed his death to the will of heaven, thinking that if he If you can live to seventy or eighty, you can change the fate of the world. Speaking of which," Zhao Zhi stared at me with a smile, "don't you think so too? Thinking that the length of his life span can determine the direction of the whole world." "Don't confuse me with the guy who insulted the Prime Minister as a 'monster'." I was very angry. "They didn't mean to insult him, but they were yearning for him just like you." Zhao Zhi said leisurely, "It's the difference between a fish and a shrimp and a dragon. The former likes to imagine the latter as a creature with boundless divine power. When Kong Ming was alive, lies It has become popular. For example, when he passed by Lishan Mountain during his southern expedition, he suddenly pulled out a plain knife, pierced it into the mountain until it disappeared from the handle, and then walked away. I even saw the handle of the knife embedded in the mountain rock. Later, I asked Kong Ming, and he said Said that there was no such thing at all. And..." He showed a playful smile, "Hasn't the power of lies spread to Zhuge Zhan's generation?" I know what he's referring to.Zhuge Zhan, who inherited the title of "Marquis of Wuxiang", also inherited the general expectations of the people. Every time the court implements a benevolent deed, even if it has nothing to do with Zhuge Zhan, people will rush to tell each other: "This is what Ge Hou thought of. !" "This is what Ge Hou advocated!" "This is hosted by Ge Hou!" "I know you are aggrieved by this," Zhao Zhi shook his head, "It's completely unnecessary. There is no need to criticize or despise people's benevolent illusions that will last for thousands of years. They need an idol to worship, and you, the cutest thing about you, Although you have a strong heart of worship, you are willing and eager to get close to the 'truth', even if the truth is not perfect. You are very courageous." The word "cute" is ridiculous, but "courageous" is a better evaluation.Zhao Zhi often acts like an elder, which makes me feel helpless: after all, he is a person who worked with Prime Minister Zhuge, and his actual age may be older than that of Mr. Qiao, even though he always shows off his youthful face. "Let me, the sea water that used to accompany the dragon gallop for thousands of miles, benefit you, so that you can see the whole picture of the dragon!" Zhao Zhi deliberately raised his voice, almost like a speech. "Hey! Wait a minute." I rarely stopped him. He raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "What?" "If possible..." I mumbled, "Can you take me to see another person?" "Who?" "His Majesty the Emperor." Zhao Zhi did not refuse me.Although he has no interest in exploring the Empress, he understands my feelings very well.The state of Han is at a time of life and death, what is the state of the king with the highest power?Humble officials cannot enter the inner garden of the palace. I don’t want to miss the emperor at this moment, and I don’t want to go back to “today” with the help of Zhao Zhizhi for a long time after the incident. There is a world of difference in impact. "It's a little difficult, but since you're begging me..." Zhao Zhi closed his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his lips, "I will make your wish come true." He snapped his fingers, "Well, in Mingtang .” "Hold my hand." Zhao Zhi ordered, "Don't let go, and don't talk. No matter how good a nightmare teacher is, he has his taboos, and no matter how mediocre an emperor is, he also has his regal aura. Bring a 'normal person' into the It is also the first time for me to peep around the living emperor." "Close your eyes...that's fine." The first person I saw was Mr. Qiao!He respectfully folded his hands and stood aside, ten steps away in front of him, sat a middle-aged man in casual clothes.At this moment, neither of them said a word, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive, making it impossible for people to settle themselves in this gloomy, spacious room, as if speaking loudly or making any violent actions would cause the roof to collapse . "This is the bright hall of the Taimiao for sacrificing ancestors." Zhao Zhi's lips did not move, and his voice flowed directly into my heart. "It was built in the style of the Luoyang Mingtang during Emperor Guangwu's time. The center where we are: the Taishi is a square hall with a dome, taking the place where the sky is round." The height is eighty-one feet, which means "the number of ninety-nine in the yellow bell"; the twenty-eight beams and pillars symbolize the twenty-eight mansions; in addition, the nine chambers of the ancestral temple symbolize Kyushu, and the twelve halls symbolize December..." He asked me about Fengshui During the introduction of architecture, the middle-aged man who sat in the dark depths sighed. "Yunnan." He tightened his fur coat. Only then did I realize that there was no fire in the house. Mr. Qiao lowered his slightly bent body even more humbly. "The crown prince and the king of the Northland came to look for me yesterday, oh...and Princess Jiahe, who lost her husband and eldest son on the same day, I'm really worried that Jiahe won't be able to survive." The man said in a homely tone.Princess Jiahe is Zhuge Zhan's wife; this man is undoubtedly the emperor.I took a few steps forward cautiously, and I could barely see the man's face clearly, which was quite different from what I always thought.He was thin and tired, with several deep forehead lines on his forehead, his complexion was gloomy, as if he had not slept peacefully for many days, and his temples were disheveled with white hair. "They all said...cough, cough cough!" A burst of coughing interrupted his words, and what surprised people was that the emperor was coughing while looking fixedly at the position where Zhao Zhi and I were, and at the same time, he frowned even closer. : He obviously couldn't see us, but his eyes still made me tremble. "...Killing you Qiao Zhou is the first step," he wiped his lips with nervously trembling fingers, "Using the power of the whole country to fight the Wei army to the death is the second step; dying for the country is the second step." Three steps. Qiao Yunnan, what do you think?" "The Son of Heaven is Shengming." Mr. Qiao replied as lightly as a whisper. "It is because you are not holy enough that I want to ask for your opinion. In Mingtang, apart from the late Emperor and I, you are the only one. You just have to speak out." I can vaguely see the portrait of Emperor Zhaolie hanging in the Taimiao: medium build, pale and beardless. "The king wants the minister to die, how dare the minister not die?" Mr. Qiao's voice was dry, "It is Your Majesty who dares to worry. If Your Majesty makes the determination to kill the country, I will have no choice but to follow with the life of the whole family." However, if His Majesty is sympathetic to Li Shu and intends to preserve the land of Shu, the old minister thinks," he hesitated for a moment, "if you don't accept the seal and offer the soil, you will return to your life and become a minister... ..." "Oh, fate?" The emperor showed a bitter and secretive smile, "Is it 'the crowd is big, the meeting is expected, and the gift is given, how to return'?" In an instant, Mr. Qiao's face was ashen, and he fell to his knees with a plop. "Is this...?" I just thought of asking Zhao Zhi the origin of his words, and he already tightly covered my mouth.Almost forgot the previous warning of "don't talk".I winked at Zhao Zhi to show that I remembered.He let go of me and stretched out his palm: I saw a big tree in the garden suddenly snapped in the middle in fine weather!Mr. Qiao walked around the tree several times with a sad face, pursing his lips.After looking for nothing, he inscribed twelve characters on the red pillar in the palace, dropped the pen, and staggered away. "Explain, explain, Yunan." The Son of Heaven said. "minister……" "You have served as the prince's family order," the emperor smiled, "it is said that the scriptures that the prince does not understand, I will ask you to explain them. The prince is gentle by nature. When he took the lead in saying the proposal of 'killing Qiao Zhou' yesterday, I Surprised." The Son of Heaven stopped Mr. Qiao from kowtowing in confusion, and said, "Yunnan, get up and talk." Mr. stocks were too hard to get up.Why is he so afraid?I can't believe that this is really my husband Qiao Zhou, but I have to believe it. The appalling silence instantly gathered the two of them again. Finally, the Son of Heaven said: "The Cao family has a large number of people, and the state of Wei has a vast territory. The world will gather in Cao Wei; the first emperor tabooed "preparation", which means "possession"; my name is "Zen" , which means 'to give to others'; so to say that surrendering a whole range of mountains and rivers is the destiny of heaven, and this is what Yunnan said about 'destiny', right?" On a very cold day, Mr. Qiao's forehead dripped with sweat. how come!how come!Sir never said these words to me! "The twelve-character prophecy was inscribed on the pillar last year, that is, the fifth year of Jingyao's reign (262 A.D.)." Zhao Zhi explained silently.last year?The enemy army has not yet invaded, and he has already given birth to the mood of surrendering to the enemy?I stared at Mr. Qiao with pain in my eyes.Zhao Zhi held my hand and exerted some strength to comfort me. "The first emperor is watching..." the emperor said slowly, "there is also the prime minister. I believe that the dead have spirits, and I don't want to disappoint my ancestors, and I don't want to fail... Then I should obey the words of the prince and the king of the north, and fight hard, and the emperor will die She Ji, is that right?" Every word he said was painstaking and cautious, "Doctor Qing is dead... Yun Nan, do you want to die in war or poison?" "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I beg you to do what you can!" Mr. Qiao tremblingly said loudly, "Knowing what you have gained, but not knowing what to lose; knowing the way to live but not knowing the way to perish, you are not... a saint! Surrendering is... helpless!" "Naihe—Naihe!" The emperor changed his color, hit the handrail, and stood upright! There was a kind of generosity stirring and reverberating in my body, and I couldn't help blurting out: "Mr. is wrong! The country is about to perish, and the gentleman will die for it. How can we live with it?" Before the words fell, I felt like I was hit hard by a sap in my chest, and my eyes went dark. I don’t know how long it took to wake up, with a dull pain in my chest. What is reassuring is that I was lying on the small table in the small room, with the revised history books neatly placed in my hand.I rubbed my forehead and took a closer look, Zhao Zhi was leaning aside, this had never happened before, I pushed him, but he was limp and motionless, for a moment I almost suspected that he... died. "Hey, hey..." The tempting call was useless, I turned him over and placed him face up, only to see his face was like gold paper, with a thread of blood hanging on his lips, I tremblingly tried his breath, Well, although faint, there is still a bit of warmth. "Should I pinch someone next?" I thought.A voice said like a gossamer: "...no...use..." "what?" "...Surprised you...?" Zhao Zhi slowly opened his eyes, with a very complicated expression.It seems that I want to laugh a little bit, but I am enduring the pain, I want to complain, but I can't say anything to blame.At this time, I slowly let go of the heart that was rushing to my throat, and said to myself: This guy... just came back to life, and he pricked my thoughts again. "Didn't you say don't talk?" It's just such a simple sentence, used to sum up this accident.Zhao Zhi leaned against the table, stretched and clenched his palms, clenched and stretched them again, and after a while he raised his eyes and smiled at me: "I said...something went wrong." "What?" My heart tightened. "Fortunately, I was spying on the last emperor, otherwise I wouldn't be so lucky." He said, "In the next half month, I don't have the strength to take you to the scene you need." "What will happen after that? Will it be cured?" I asked anxiously. "Nine times out of ten, no one can guarantee this kind of thing." It seems that he is more leisurely than me, "That's good. People who write history, you can finally concentrate on writing history in the past half month; I also happened to be 'normal' man' day." "...I'm sorry." The apology must be said in person. He was taken aback, then laughed, and naturally reached out to touch my head: "You're welcome." Nightmare Master Zhao Zhi, who temporarily lost his magic power, tried his best to pretend to be relaxed and comfortable for the next half month, but ended in failure.He curled up in my study like a lazy animal, and every time I finished writing a paragraph, he would rush to read it, like a child getting a long-awaited toy; but he is no longer the same as before. Arguing with me indulgently and willfully, even those chapters that I think are poorly written, he read them silently, nodded and handed them back to me without saying a word.I think the reason why Zhao Zhi is like this is because he relies too much on the power of the Nightmare Master, once he loses it, he will inevitably feel shaken and doubtful about himself.This is a state that cannot be comforted. Fortunately, he can gradually get better. Thinking of this, I think it is not bad to have fifteen days without being criticized, ridiculed, denied, teased...However, on the eleventh day, Zhao Zhi couldn't bear it anymore. "You've been annoyed all day." He turned his head to look, "So it's Zihuan (Cao Pi's character)." He smiled suddenly. "Understood?" I simply put down my pen, "This is something I hate to do and have to do. No one can avoid this person, but he really feels...very...disgusting." "disgust?" "Yes! Let's not talk about his usurping the Han Dynasty for a while, just look at him: he framed his talented younger brother Cao Zhi, poisoned his brave younger brother Cao Zhang, and inherited his father's career through the conspiracy of Jia Xu, Wu Zhi and other villains. He didn't have the talent and stamina to be an emperor at all, he failed to conquer Wu, built large-scale construction projects, killed loyal ministers in vain... his private life was also extremely disorderly, leaving no room for future generations to praise him." "That's right," Zhao Zhi said with a smile on his lips, "Zi Huan really lacks the self-awareness of the founding emperor." I noticed that it is very rare for him to use only "words" to refer to a person. The only people who have enjoyed this kind of privilege before are Prime Minister Zhuge and Lu Xun. "Kong Ming also used words to address Cao Pi." A look of "nostalgia" appeared on Zhao Zhi's face, like a "person" talking about his old friend. "Don't say the last one of your so-called 'three people'...is," I said with a bitter face, "Cao Pi?" He didn't answer my question directly, but asked: "History writers, which one do you think is better, the biography of General Li written by Sima Qian, or the biography of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing?" I thought about it seriously, and replied: "The biography of General Li Guang is better. This does not lie in the difference in literary talent, but is determined by the personal charm of the protagonist." "Really? I thought I was the only one who would think so." Zhao Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Don't you always judge heroes by success or failure?" I sneered: "Success or failure is of course the element of discussing heroes, but it is not the whole. The names of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing are completely attached to the achievements they have achieved with the help of the country. On the contrary, Li Guang has never accumulated enough military achievements in his life. He himself also has many shortcomings, such as taking personal revenge and killing those who bullied him; but General Li, as a loser, has left his name in history, which shows that his personality charm does not depend entirely on merit. ...Well, what is far above the momentary success or failure and is enough to pass on to future generations, the shortcomings make him more real, and also reflect the preciousness of other bright spots in his life. Li Guang, Wei, and Huo are sometimes like Prime Minister and Sima Yi, who is more attractive, isn't it clear at a glance?" After I finished speaking in one breath, seeing Zhao Zhi nodding with a smile on his face, I realized that I seemed to be caught in a trap. "You said Cao Pi also...?" "I can't tell you the truth." It sounded like Zhao Zhi's body was still weak, "But I always feel that...Zihuan is different from ordinary emperors and generals. He has a value that surpasses the emperor's achievements and talents. .As for whether these 'differences' are worth writing about in your eyes, I don't know." "Tell me a little more?" I didn't rush to argue with him.After getting along for many days, I know that although he is willful and frivolous, he doesn't just talk about it. "Hmm..." He pondered for a while, and made a gesture of "picking up a pen" out of thin air. This time, nothing weird happened. He smiled disappointedly, and I handed him the pen and paper. "Thank you." Zhao Zhi slowly wrote a few lines: "In life, there is a shape of seven feet, and in death, the only soil in the coffin. Only by virtue and fame can you be immortal. The next thing is to write books. Plagues abound, scholars wither, Who is Yu Du, who can live his entire life?" When I read it silently, it was like holding a pile of hot coals in my hand!Just fifty words struck my heart like lightning, expressing my depressed thoughts deeply and sadly.Especially "Who is Yu Du, who can live his entire life": who am I, how can I die?I am just a withered yellow leaf floating in troubled times, returning to death silently, falling silently...Ang Zan's body was buried in a coffin of loess, if there is no moral article that can be passed on to future generations, it is no different from dying an insect ? I almost shed tears. "How?" Zhao Zhi asked with a sigh. "...so...sincere...ah." It puts aside all pretense and directly points to the sincerity deep in the heart. "It's the words in Zihuan's letter to Wang Lang." Zhao Zhi said softly, "I don't intend to defend Zihuan, and you can keep your opinion of him. I just said that maybe he created a unique It has nothing to do with morality and mentality. Hey, if I can show you... Try it! Close your eyes, Chen Shou." Could it be that he wants again... a guy who is not afraid of death!I opened my eyes wide, but my strength was still insignificant compared to his, even compared to a sick and troubled Nightmare. In front of my eyes, the white snow turned into lush green grass, and scattered paper money fell into the grass.This is a funeral.Strangely, the guests who came to pay their respects were arranged in a disorganized manner, and most of them were dressed in ordinary clothes: judging from the clothes of the participants, the deceased must have been very unusual.Another oddity is that not all the hangers-on stand with their hands folded, some sit with their legs spread wide open, with unaffected and unrestrained sadness on their faces.Sad but out of decorum, this is my immediate impression of the funeral ahead. At this time, a young man slowly walked out of the hanger group, and said to everyone: "Zhongxuan (Wang Can's character) liked to listen to donkeys braying when he was alive. Let's shout together and see him off for the last time." After all, he took the lead in imitating the donkey braying "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". I stared dumbfounded at the end of the funeral with the sound of donkeys braying, and the grass in the mourning hall turned into white snow in the study. "this is……?" "It's Zihuan's performance at the funeral of his lifelong friend Wang Can. Cough cough...cough cough!" Zhao Zhi's cough was filled with a smile, which really made people worry that he would shatter his heart, "It's a pity... I can’t show you more for the time being. That’s right,” he affirmed, “he is the third person besides Zhuge Kongming and Lu Boyan. I have my reasons for choosing him from the world, even if I don’t agree with you ...just one thing to ask of you." He used the word "request" for the first time. "I have no right to interfere with how you write Zihuan, but please put his biography aside and write it later, is that okay?" I nodded and said, "You won't torture yourself to death, will you?" He smiled: "It's not enough, I said that I will die in Wuzhangyuan, and I hope you will prepare a coffin for me, and write on the tombstone: 'The Tomb of the Nightmare Master Zhao (Yaoqing) Zhizhi' and 'Singer Who Doesn't Care" It’s bitter, but it hurts friends’, and…” "It's over." I interrupted him. ——Originally I disdained Zhao Zhi's arrogant arrogance, but I would rather see his arrogance than his depression and loss of strength.Will the number one Nightmare Master in the world really end his long life journey in Wuzhang Plain as he said repeatedly?I don't want to be a witness to this, and sometimes I think: he deserves to live forever, accept my history, and bury me, and with it the whole third. Perhaps it was because of being too aggressive that Zhao Zhi was unable to recover after I witnessed the funeral, but he had one more entertainment: silently writing me letters from figures from the Three Kingdoms. "This has nothing to do with nightmare techniques." Zhao Zhi was smug, "I have a super memory! With this alone, I can get an official position beside Kong Ming!" As he said, he handed me a piece of hemp paper. "Wang Lang wrote to Xu Jing." Wang Lang, an official to Sikong of Wei State. Xu Jing, an official to Situ of the Han Dynasty. The densely packed teeny scribbles on the paper make people's eyes dazzled. "But why do you remember this?" I flicked up the paper, feeling very strange. According to my understanding of Zhao Zhi, these two nobles in the third rank are not the type to impress him. "Then what should I remember?" He asked with a smile. "For example," I thought for a while, "Wang Lang's original letter to the prime minister, have you ever read it?" Zhao Zhi did not hide the excitement in his eyes, it was a kind of happiness of being "recognized" and "understood".He said frankly: "No." "Oh..." I was a little lost. A few days ago, I was very lucky to come across the original text of the Open Letter from Prime Minister Zhuge to the Wei Dynasty. The slightly faded handwriting is very strong and smooth, and each stroke shows the writer's rock-solid will—at least that's how I see it.That was the first year of Jianxing (223 A.D.).The first emperor passed away, and now he is in charge of the new establishment. The prime minister led Yizhou Mu, sealed the marquis to open the mansion, and took charge of politics.Hua Xin, Wang Lang, and Chen Qun, important ministers of Wei State, sent letters one after another, urging him to surrender the whole country, but the prime minister did not reply one by one. "I gave that letter a title," I said, ""Zhengyi", how about it? The upright discussion of Zhengshuo!" It suddenly occurred to me that in this letter, the prime minister called Cao Pi "Zihuan": " Zihuan was licentious, and then usurped"... I laughed, "It's a pity that there is not a single word in the letter about the content of the letter." "Because he didn't read it at all." Zhao Zhi said bluntly, "At that time, Kong Ming had to make decisions on matters big and small. He couldn't sleep for two hours a day, so how could he have time to read those unnutritious things? Letters from Wei Guo are always handed over to the chief. Shi Kaiyue, he just listened to the abbreviated report." "No wonder." "Wang Lang didn't give up on Kong Ming, and wrote to Xu Jing frequently. Speaking of which, these two old men are pretty good." Zhao Zhi sneered, "A pair of 'pig heads'." "Uh..." I actually used this word. "Aren't the 'three animals' used for sacrificial offerings the heads of sheep, pigs and oxen?" Zhao Zhi laughed, "The 'three males' are similar to the 'three animals', they are all placed high up for viewing. By the way, there is another interesting rumor about Wang Lang. It is said that after reading "Zhengyi", he was so ashamed that he couldn't get sick. You know, Wang Lang happened to die in the sixth year of Jianxing (AD 228), that is, Kong Ming In the same year as the first Northern Expedition, the lies became more and more serious, and Wang Lang wanted to say that Kong Ming had defected before the two armies, but Prime Minister Zhuge scolded him to death, haha..." Zhao Zhi's indulgent laughter stopped because of my frowning, "It's not funny Is it?" "It's not funny." I said, "Is it the nature of historians? I think this kind of fabricated story is as unbearable as describing the prime minister as a monster who pretends to be a ghost." Zhao Zhi had an expression of "willing to hear more about it". "I combined the three contemporaries of the Wei state: Hua Xin, Wang Lang, and Zhong Yao into one biography," I said, "I guess you paid attention to Wang Lang's letter to Xu Situ because you wanted to speculate on the content of his letter to the prime minister. These people are all mortals, and their achievements or personalities are not up to the level of "dazzling", so of course they can't attract you. But in my opinion, they are mortals who have reached their limits. Hua Xin, Wang Lang, and Zhong Yao were all in troubled times The princes on the other side were not fooled by ambition at all, and more people were involved in the battle. After they recognized the situation and their own abilities, they handed over their dreams to others and withdrew from the competition. Their talents are not extremely high, but everyone Diligent in learning and cultivating virtues, being loyal to the emperor and doing his duty, accumulating reputation little by little, and finally becoming a famous minister of a country. Zhao Zhi," I tidied up a few volumes of files, "I don't have the power to turn back time, but I can take you to see them in another way .I think you have enough imagination to turn 'words' into 'scenes'." "Emperor Wen dismissed the court, saying to the left and right: 'These three princes are the great men of a generation, and it will be difficult for future generations to succeed!'...(Zhong) Yao had a knee disease, and it was inconvenient to worship. Shi Huaxin also suffered from a disease in old age, At the court meeting, all the envoys carried the chariots, and the tigers went up to the hall and sat there. It was because the latter three princes had illnesses, so they thought it was a story." (After Wei Wendi retired from the court, he said to the people around him: "The three princes of the country are all great men of a generation, and I am afraid that future generations will be hard to match."... Zhong Yao has a knee problem, and it is not convenient to kneel down and stand up. When they were old and in poor health, Emperor Wei Ming allowed them to ride in a chariot when they met, and let the Huben army carry them to the hall to sit. From then on, the three princes fell ill, and they all followed suit.) "Although countless geniuses have emerged in the three-point era, geniuses cannot be imitated. Therefore, after the establishment of the Wei Kingdom, three mortals were used as the most respected Sangong position, which also tells more mortals what direction they should work hard." Said Here, I stopped for a while, and expanded my thoughts to a wider area. "Unfortunately," pointing out another omission, "There is no shortage of such role models in any era, and their positive deeds are also difficult to spread independently due to lack of personality. ...their personal image is completely attached to the dynasty, and if the dynasty is considered 'good' by people, they are 'good', otherwise..." "Otherwise, there will be rumors such as 'Wuxiang Hou scolded Wang Lang to death'." Zhao said with a smile, "You, the reason why you can so 'selflessly' change the title and rectify the names of the three princes of Wei is because they Although you have a different standpoint from Kong Ming, you are not qualified to be Prime Minister Zhuge's opponent. I hope that when you comment on Kong Ming's lifelong enemies: Sima Zhongda (Yi) or Lu Boyan, you can have a similar relaxed attitude." The last sentence "hope" is a bit gloating. Yes, when the time comes, can I still be so calm and detached? The job of a historian is not only to write, leaving aside the help of Zhao Zhi, what I have to do is: the first step is to collect information.There was no official historian in the Han Dynasty, but fortunately, Mr. Qiao has the right to have access to some original materials. Thanks to Mr. Fu, I can occasionally go into the archived treasury to see the original memorial.更多史事来自长者的“记忆”或流传的“故事”，这使第二步“甄别”变得尤为重要。就像赵直指出的，“神化”有时在主人公还未死亡时便开始了，遑论人生结束后数十年，从一个人的嘴里传到另一个人的耳朵里，又从第二个人的嘴里传到第三个人的耳朵里……这种传讲将衍生多少谎话。我不能保证笔下每件事都是“真”的，却应该负责任地说，我写的每个字，都是我相信的“真实”，具有强烈的“真实”的“可能性”。第三步“理解”、第四步“整理”、第五步“书写”、第六步“核查”……我好像在风浪颠簸、讳莫如深的汪洋里行船，生命随着竹帛时而昂扬，时而流畅，时而低徊，时而艰涩。身为“正常人”的赵直安安静静地关注这一切。他不是史家，可论及面向历史的姿态，我想比大多数史家更值得钦敬。 “自董卓以来，豪杰并起，跨州越（？）……并（？）……啊，是'连'！跨州连郡者不可胜数。曹操比于袁绍，则名微众寡……唔，少了一个'而'字，则名微而众寡，然操遂能……”经过十遍以上的梳理，赵直把我最需要也最热望的一份史料默写出来，是——《隆中对》！ “……命一上将将荆州之军以向宛、洛，将军身率益州之众出于秦川，百姓孰敢不箪食壶浆以迎将军者乎？诚如是，则霸业可成，汉室可兴矣！” 赵直满足地把笔一丢。 “昭烈皇帝与诸葛丞相一番晤对时，再没有第三人在场。写史的人啊……”他微笑，“你大可以加上'屏人'（屏退旁人）二字。我也是悄悄去看过好多次，才能把他二人的对话记个八九不离十。话说，”他把眉一挑，“不道谢吗？” “啊……多谢！多谢！” 在我看来，这份史料比生命更珍贵，单单的“多谢”，是怎样轻飘！惟有拿一部煌煌史册来报答。 “我毫不怀疑你能为孔明写一篇出类拔萃的传记，可是，”赵直流露出轻微的不满与担忧，“别人呢——譬如说，借重水的力量成龙的——'鱼'：那位出身小手工业者的开国皇帝。” 昭烈皇帝曾说：我有了孔明，就像鱼有了水。 昭烈皇帝年轻时与母亲贩履织席为生。 我感到一阵脸热，《昭烈皇帝纪》确实写得不够如意。 “你仿的《史记·高祖本纪》吧？”赵直尖锐地问。 “这你也能看出来？” “有什么看不出？开篇先说些没营养的小道消息，比如天生异相，祥瑞频现，有妖人术士连连赞叹：啊，这孩子贵不可言……” 我苦笑起来：“四稿了。仿照《高祖本纪》的写法，只因我不大看得清昭烈皇帝。”在他面前承认无能不是一件丢脸的事。“就所掌握的史料来看，昭烈皇帝很平凡；然而，无论从直觉还是从道理上讲，这个人都不该如此平凡。他和汉高祖在某些方面很相似，又好像有很大不同。我想沿着《高祖本纪》的叙事脉络去抓住一些东西。” “哦？”赵直来了兴致，“说说看？” “坦白说，昭烈皇帝与汉高祖才能都很有限，他们其实都是……”我斗胆道，“因人成事。当然，君主不必事事亲躬，他只要善于运用众人之智，把人才放到合适的位置上。汉国历来也不宣扬昭烈皇帝有多英明神武，被一直强调的是他的深仁厚德、知人善任。这从逻辑上也完全能解释他为什么能开创三分天下有其一的国度，可是……”我迟疑着，“总感到有点不对头。” 赵直哈哈大笑：“好！好个不对头！陈寿，哪天我想收弟子，一定会先考虑你。” “……”听这口气，病仿佛好得差不多了。 “来来来，闭上眼，一起去看看昭烈皇帝的'深仁厚德'吧！”……“可以了。” "Shi Yuan!" 我被这个带了八分醉意的中年男声吓了一跳。定睛看时，昭烈皇帝刘备半卧半坐地倚在杯盘狼籍的几案上，训斥面前长身而立的男子。 “你这是什么话！当年武王伐纣，不也载歌载舞地夸耀功勋、庆祝胜绩吗？难道他也不仁、无道吗？如今我们旗开得胜，大家一起开开心心，有什么不可以？扫兴！出去出去！你给我滚出去！” 赵直解释道：“这是刘玄德攻伐西蜀刘璋之时。他们攻克了涪城，置酒欢庆。玄德喝得酩酊大醉，说：'今天可真快乐！'谋士庞统劝他：'我们攻略别人的地盘，本不是什么光明正大的事，还这么开心，很不仁义。'玄德就发了这么一通火。”说着，赵直狭促地眨眨眼，“真是酒后吐真言哩。仁义吗？” “算不上。”我坦承道。 说话间庞统退下了。我注意到，他没有遵循礼节，面向主公一步步向后挪出，而是掉头直接往外走去。这是颇为无礼之举，他却做得自然而然。庞统转身面对我们时，我发现他脸上的表情不是愤怒或者失望，而是一丝苦笑：就像父母看到自己惫懒的幼子般的神色。 没来得及品味这个表情，眼前场面又变换了。 还是一场盛大的宴会，两个倡优在用来表演歌舞的中庭处互相嘲骂、厮打，以乐座上宾客。席间诸人：包括正中的昭烈皇帝，都笑得前仰后合，只有三个人是外：其中两个一脸尴尬，第三个是诸葛丞相，他的表情与方才的庞统一模一样。“真没法子……”丞相像在这么说。 赵直用发问开始了引导与解释：“你可知道，汉国肇造时主要的典章礼制是谁制定的？” “许慈与胡潜，两位躲避乱世、迁居益州的学术大师。”我恍然道，“莫非就是那两个……？” “对！”赵直指指脸上要滴下苦水来的两人，“就是那对衰人！他们卯足了劲地辩难经义，互不相让，以至于斗殴厮打。刘玄德于是让伶人在宴会上模仿他们吵闹的场面，供大家取乐。” “厚道么？”赵直揶揄地问。 “不……”岂止不厚道，明明是刻薄。 “对啦！”赵直手一挥，我们旋即回到我本该在的年代。 我长长舒出一口气：“你完全痊愈了吗？”这一去一回，端的是潇洒利索。 “还差一点。”真怀疑他这么说是为了博取怜悯，赵直解释道，“穿越时空去'瞻仰'帝王比去偷窥普通人简单得多——只要你假装自己的目的是'瞻仰'，我总觉得亡故帝王的灵魂，仍在盼望被仰视！好吧，”他拍拍手，表示结束魇术的技术性话题，问，“怎样？” “你总给我看些乱七八糟的东西。”我嘀咕。 “明明都很有趣。”赵直笑眯眯的，“还不光这些。蜀汉昭烈皇帝刘备，”他直呼先帝名讳，并用上“蜀汉”这种不合于正统、却更冷酷地直指真相的词汇，“是个缺点很多也很明显的人。” “除了不够厚道以外，他不爱读书，喜欢玩乐：漂亮衣裳、美人、佳肴，都能使他目不转睛。他不会打仗经常败到只身逃窜，他不重亲情几次抛妻弃子——这些都与他没法确认的先祖刘邦如出一辙。老实说刘备的才略眼光不及汉高祖，终其一生，他本人的能力经历的确像是敌人用来贬低他的那个词：'老革'，一个连名将都算不上的老兵。”说到这赵直稍做停顿，他明明是在对先帝做反面评价，言语间偏偏流露出亲近与信任，“再说仁义。刘备也谈不上仁义，你该知道之前世人是怎么称呼他的？” 答案是“枭雄”。 “枭”是啄食母亲的恶鸟，很多人既承认昭烈有雄霸之志，又讽刺他在乱世里先后依托公孙瓒，陶谦，刘表……而不与寄主共存亡，最终夺取同宗刘璋的基业，建立起一个新的国家。 “真是……不大光彩。”我喃喃道。 “写史的人，”赵直用上了他特别的自傲语调，“你们常常被细节的是非善恶迷惑，从而失去整体的判断力。想知道我眼里刘备的颜色么？” "What is it?" “土黄。”眼里闪动坚定、热烈的光，“大地之色。” 大地既不华丽也不完美，有的地方肥沃、有的地方贫瘠，有崇山峻岭，也有荒漠沼泽，就是这样的大地，承载着所有人的生活、希望以及……梦想。 “你该注意到，陈寿，”赵直道，“被昭烈皇帝的'缺点'伤害到的，从来没有无辜百姓。昭烈始终尽可能保护他们，同时他选择那些怀有同样崇高梦想的人们，让他们在自己手下——君臣关系只是一种形式，就如他与孔明那样——最大程度地发挥才智，完成理想。昭烈可能是这一时代意志最坚定的男人，没人像他这样经历过那么多的失败，可他依旧在迷茫与挫折里奋斗，只因……”赵直仰起头，“我想，他知道有人需要着他。” 那些渺小无望的生命。 那些寄托于外力得以生存的黎庶。 那些用祈祷代替愤怒与抗争的人。 在乱世里颠沛流离如转蓬，需要栖息之地，需要被担负。 “用不着理会当道的豺狼、锦衣的枯骨：公孙瓒，吕布，陶谦，刘璋……他们怎能折服如此伟大的灵魂？想想有多少心怀天下的英雄把自己的梦想交给昭烈，再想想天下百姓是怎样看待他的。” 曹操曾以极贵重的礼仪厚待与昭烈离散的关羽将军，可一旦得知先主消息，关将军立即留书辞行，千里奔投。 当阳之败，为了给先主争取到多一点撤退时间，张飞将军带上二十多兵将，横矛屹立，阻挡曹操数千骑兵。 身负血仇的马超将军寄寓张鲁麾下，听说昭烈正在围攻成都，连忙派人传话，有意归附。马超一到，成都洞开。 黄忠将军归降先主之后，才闪耀出夺目的光。定军山一役，金鼓震天，欢声动谷，黄将军力斩夏侯渊，赐爵关内侯。 赵云将军离开公孙瓒时，先主拉住他手，依依惜别。赵将军回答：“绝不会辜负您。”昭烈归于袁绍后，赵将军来投，效力昭烈而非袁本初。……庞统、法正、糜竺、孙乾、简雍……交付给先帝的不只是钱财、身家、性命，更是想扩张到广袤天下的志望之梦！ 可以为之生，可以为之死。 生死托付时，是志士慷慨刚烈的一笑。 诸葛丞相《出师表》道：“先帝不以臣卑鄙，猥自枉屈，三顾臣于草庐之中，咨臣以当世之事，由是感激，遂许先帝以驱驰。” 多么好，胸口激扬的丈夫气使我也耐不住了。very nice!能坦坦荡荡、义无返顾地把自己交出去，投入一件灿烂的事，建设一个灿烂王国。与意气同时诞生的还有厚重的安全感，这对流离失所、朝不保夕的黎庶来说是怎样重要！所以，曹操南下时才有十数万百姓宁可卷入生死莫测的沙场，也要跟随先主，一旦他在荆襄站稳脚跟，又有数万人从东吴治下的庐江跑来投靠。 “成就大事，必以人为本，无论情况多艰险，都不能辜负众人的仰望与信赖。”赵直慢慢道，“面对百姓疾苦，昭烈总说'我不忍弃他们于不顾'……正因为这一点，不少人把他想象成一个懦弱的人，认为他的眼泪太廉价。写史的人，你可明白，为芸芸众生、而不是为自身福祸所流下的眼泪，是何等贵重！当他在孔明面前淌下热泪，孔明……怎能拒绝！” 赵直把手掌一张。 袅袅的烟云里，先主正襟危坐，把上半身微微前倾，道：“汉室倾颓，奸臣当道，君主蒙尘。我不顾才德有限，想要在天下伸张大义，可惜东奔西走，一无所就。不过，我还未放弃努力的心，请问先生我该怎么办？” 在他对面，二十七岁的青年——诸葛孔明的神色，由淡淡的客气转为热烈的专注，他双手扶起刘备，坚声道：“刘左将军，倘若您真的相信我，请允许我与您一道努力。” 一次相遇、一次交谈、一次携手、一次承诺。 赵直双手合什，神奇的烟气从他指端徐徐散去。 “记得我说过有如天意一般的曹操么？他为什么会把各方面才能都远在他之下的刘备称为与自己并列的英雄？就因为'天'与'地'是完全对等的存在。”赵直这样总结。 听说江东张温出使汉国，曾与秦宓大人进行过一次有关“天”的折辩。张温问：“天有姓吗？”秦宓应声回答：“有！”“姓什么？”“姓刘。”“何以知之？”“天子姓刘，天——必姓刘也。”是掷地有声的答复。天子……天子！昭烈之子后主，便是“大地之子”了……然而，有消息说，面对进入平原、屯扎去成都不远的雒县的邓艾大军，“大地之子”将要屈膝投降。目睹过天子对先生之责难的我不敢相信自己的耳朵，不过就连赵直亦说：“假不了。” “愧疚与不甘是一回事，偷生与苟且是另一回事。后主不是英雄，也用不到要求他做英雄。”赵直轻描淡写道，“谯允南没告诉你吗？昨天后主再度传他进宫，劈头盖脑第一句话便是：'敌人离国都已经很近了，此时投降，对方会答应吗？''大喜过望'的谯允南，”——他用上了一个嘲讽意味十足的词，“回答说：东吴还未臣服，魏国肯定会摆出宽容怀柔的姿态善待陛下。倘若他们轻慢陛下，老臣我就亲自去洛阳与他们摆一摆道理。'哎，”他笑笑道，“'象牙宝帐无言语，从此谯周是老臣'。” 我摔下手中的笔，平静地望着他，准备与他大吵一场。尽管感情上不能认可先生投降的主张，可知性告诉我，先生的人品不容怀疑与诋毁，他不是为了个人之荣辱而劝陛下做出这么痛苦的抉择。 “我没有恶意。”赵直连忙摆手，躲闪着与我的不快，“赵直，”我慢慢舒出一口气，“我正在写另一位老臣、江东'仲父'张昭的传记。赤壁战前，张子布力主降曹。为什么同样是主张降伏于强大的敌人，谯先生在受惠的国家中被鄙视，而张子布在几乎被自己毁掉的国家里得到尊重？” “是啊，为什么呢？”魇师笑着提问，“你可知道孙策托孤之事？” “听说过，我认为可信度不高，立传时也没有采信。”据说孙策死前曾把他打下的江山与弟弟孙权一同托付给张昭，说：“如果仲谋（孙权之字）不成器，你就取代他来治理江东。”孙策还说，形势需要的话，可以归附中央政权。我一直以为这是吴人仿照我国白帝托孤而编造的故事。 “事实上这是真的。”赵直确定地道，“这是否对你有所启发？” 我沉吟了好一会儿，道：“那么……解释可能是这样的。张昭与孙策本就是半师半友的关系，张昭在孙策开创基业的过程中功勋卓着，江东百姓都把他当成春秋时齐国的管仲一样尊敬。他本身对东吴便有一定的处置权。孙策的遗嘱更使他在面对危机时，不但有权力、更有义务在判断集团的走向。所以无论君王或者百姓，即便怀疑他的判断也不会否定他的人格。” “而他判断错了。”赵直微笑。 “错误的判断更显出他本心的可贵。”我叹息道，“众所周知，江东选择了与昭烈皇帝联合，大败曹军，那一战决定了时代的走向。人们也发现，明知有力量而主张不抵抗的张昭是不想因为少数人的荣华把百姓推向战火。直至东吴建国后，他始终坦荡、严格地继续劝谏人主，匡正得失。” “相比来说，谯允南没有这种功绩与地位，所以他的所作所为更像一个贪生怕死的小人。陈寿啊……谯周也是将被你写入史书里的人物，你可有书写他的勇气与觉悟吗？以及，记下这一年吧。”赵直的声音转为低徊，仿佛这个“妖人”也对汉国怀有真切情感，“炎兴元年，汉降于魏。” “你所面向的，是多么壮烈密集的一段时光。”他道。 You are right. 若以黄初元年（公元220年）曹丕称帝为“三分天下”的开端，它距离今日不过40余年，若以黄巾之乱的肇始：中平元年（公元184年）为我史书的端点，时间也仅仅流逝了80个春秋，在这么短：一个长寿的人便能从头至尾看个周全的岁月里，熙熙攘攘着无数豪壮的生命，也同时诞生了无数覆盖在真相上的谣言，好像敷衍在英雄脸孔上的颜料——先生会被涂上什么颜色？black?白的？Red? ——使接近先辈、走入真实变得很不容易。我想，就连为先生立一份公道的传记亦不简单，何况其余？And that's just the beginning.纵然我能按照个人的判断力区分真伪，也不可能就此结束真伪之辩。在我之后，会有更多谎言被津津乐道、流布四野。 夜以继日的工作是用来掩盖身为汉国人的屈辱感的最好办法。我更多地活在80年纵横向的编织、交错里，活在生气流荡的各类人物中：英豪、智囊、枭雄、懦夫、仁人、刽子手、儒生、战士……出于对司马迁的推崇，我试图采用《史记》般的体例，不过，有一部分撰写困住我了。越是兢兢业业，越是思绪混乱。我烦躁地在屋里打转，地下是一堆废稿。 赵直一招手，纸屑全都有生命般跳起来，在他手中还原成一张张麻纸。 “嘿嘿，看来完全好了。”他好奇地念出，“游侠传……” “不要看！不要看！”我恼怒地挥挥手，“写废了。” “第八次了吧？重写八次都不满意，真难得！” 我颓然坐下：“与太史公的《游侠列传》没法儿比，怎么也读不出那种抑扬顿挫的豪气。莫非……莫非三分时代的侠客远不如前汉的有魄力？” “哈哈哈哈……”赵直笑得喘不过气，“真有你的。这种借口都想得出！走，我带你去看个侠客。” 我眼前的男子长身劲装，跨坐高头大马，身负弓矢，神色豪迈，正在我心目中标准的豪侠形象。他用马鞭一指面前的一囷粮食，对一旁置身马背的青年道：“公瑾，此三千斛米，便送与你。” “喂！赵直，你没骗我吧？”我有些不满，“这个故事我还是知道的。”当初周瑜缺少粮食，去找鲁肃借米，鲁肃二话不说，把家里一半粮食送给了他。 “骗你什么？” “赠米者是鲁肃啊，他怎么可能是这个样子？” “你觉得鲁子敬该是什么样子？” 我徒劳地张张嘴。我从未设想鲁肃的音容笑貌，不过……本能地感到，他与游侠沾不上边。