[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

As Cao Cao's close friend, if Cao Cao couldn't ask, Guo Jia would naturally do it for him: "Your servant... have you been stimulated by anything recently?"

Cui Song, who won staged victories by using bets, successfully completed the achievement of "flick off the clothes after the matter, and hide the name deeply":

"Without him, it's just a matter of deciding to cultivate one's morality."

Mi Heng decided to cultivate his fertility, which is simply a fantasy.

However, this matter is not bad for Cao Cao, and he is happy to let Mi Heng be his labor force-provided that he shuts his mouth that affects the health of middle-aged and elderly people.

So the matter was settled.

Mi Heng, who was originally planned to be sent away by Cao Cao and thrown to Liu Biao, was kicked by Cui Song at the fork in history, and reluctantly turned to another road.

As the evening approached, Cao Cao left Cui Song and Guo Jia to have an afternoon meal, and sent his personal guards to send them back.

Because Cui Song brought him a big surprise today, it was not easy to ask Guo Jia to "ask for pear flower wine for him", and he just gave him a helpless look before he left.

At Guo Jia's request, Cao Cao arranged for Cui Song's new residence to be right next to Guo Jia's.Because of their close proximity and good relationship, the two often visit each other, have dinner and even stay overnight, and this time is no exception.

After asking Guo Yi about his homework, only Cui Song and Guo Jia were left in the class.

Guo Jia glanced over and said, "It's too early to go to bed."

Cui Song knew but pretended not to know: "Feng Xiao means——"

"The moonlight is pleasant, how about another drink?"

Cui Song smiled: "How many drinks did you drink with the lord today?"

"...Drink another half cup?"

Seeing that Guo Jia spoke pitifully, Cui Song nodded and said:

"Half a glass is fine."

Before Guo Jia changed his mind, he continued,

"It's just me drinking. Feng Xiao just needs to watch me drink."

Guo Jia: "..."

Guo Jia tried to put on a melancholy look: "When did Zi Cong become so cruel?"

"As Xiao Ming learned from you, I have always been cruel and evil."

"...Suddenly I miss the warm and simple Zi Cong when we first met."

"Hospitality and simplicity?" Thinking about the word, Cui Song was sure that Guo Jia was making fun of him.

"It's not as good as Fengxiao's momentum. I thought I'd met the copycat master who killed Matt."

After getting along for many years, Guo Jia has become accustomed to the new words that Cui Song pops up from time to time, and he clearly understands the meanings.

The two hurt each other a lot, Guo Jia saw that the wine was really undrinkable, and sighed regretfully:

"Then let's dance the sword."

"good."

Open the window lattice and let the moonlight enter the house.

Guo Jia changed into an indigo dark robe with wide sleeves and moiré patterns, and stood with his sword behind his back.

Cui Song sat by the window, leaning on the case and plucking the strings.

That's right, pluck the strings.In the past few years when he studied hard in closed doors, he practiced along with his piano art.

In the past few years, he sought medical advice and interviewed many skilled craftsmen along the way, and finally successfully restored the guqin that was cut off by the sword and restored it to its original state.

On the back of the piano, the engraved name of the instrument is still as clear as ever.

Ask your heart.Ask your heart.With a clear conscience.

Years of study tours not only helped him increase his knowledge and broaden his horizons, but also sharpened his mood.

He deeply understood the tragedy of "The Poem of Seven Sorrows" written by Wang Can, the seventh son of Jian'an, "How can the two phases end without knowing the place of life and death?" Absolute learning, to create peace for all generations" bold words and lofty ambitions.

The harpist, the lover.Only those who can mourn the sorrow of the world and joy the world can play the soul-stirring sound of the piano.

When the sound of the piano starts, there is gentle wind and drizzle, and Guo Jia dances with his sword, softly and peacefully; There were ruins everywhere, and on the lifeless wilderness, green buds emerged from a muddy place, hiding the vitality that was about to break through the ground. Guo Jia retracted his sword and fell slowly.

After finishing the song, Guo Jia immediately put the sword back into the sheath, and fell down on the spot in the shape of a pillow lying on a salted fish:

"Zicong's piano skills have improved in recent days. Next time, don't choose such a thrilling tune to accompany the sword dance. The elderly have backaches and can't bear it."

"When did you become an old man?" Cui Song closed his eyes and recovered from the piano playing, and opened his eyes to note Guo Jia, "You are only 29 years old, and you are still a delicate flower."

"Jiaohua?" Guo Jia seemed to have thought of something, turned over and sat up, "You told me last time, what kind of 'emoticon pack', it seems that there is a pair of 'please don't take pity on me because I am a delicate flower' i.jpg'?"

"...You remember these things clearly." Cui Song got up and poured two cups of hot water, one for himself and one for Guo Jia.

"Is there anything that Zi Cong said that I don't remember?"

"I told you 'overdrinking hurts your body', you always forget it after hearing it."

Guo Jia saw that Cui Song's expression was pale, and he secretly thought something was wrong, so he tried to defend himself: "... Everyone knows the virtue of a gentleman, but how much can he do? Just try his best. Jia should... try his best to quit drinking .”

Seeing that Cui Song was still not happy, Guo Jia continued, "Since Zi Cong thinks that I am 'still a delicate flower', why don't you take pity on me just because I am a delicate flower.jpg'?"

Cui Song spewed out the hot water in his mouth, coughing until he choked.

My best friend rushed over to pat his back, but it couldn't reduce the shock in his heart at all:

"Ahem, what are you talking about...ahem..."

He just chatted with Guo Jia about modern funny jokes and emoticons when he was drunk.

Guo Jia saw that he was relieved, and the tension and worry in his eyes gradually dissipated, turning into a question: "What did Jia just say, is there something wrong?"

Cui Song: I suspect you are threatening me, but I have no proof.

"...Don't say that again next time." Otherwise, he couldn't take it anymore, if he instilled strange things into Fengxiao, not to mention that his best friend was about to collapse, it would add a shocking stroke to the history books.

Guo Jia quickly misunderstood the context of a certain emoticon from Cui Song's reaction. He thought about it, and changed the subject:

"I've never heard a song before, but it's a new composition?"

"It was made when I passed through the old capital of Luoyang last month. It is called "Embers."

"Good song. I also had an inspiration a few days ago and wrote a song. Would Zi Cong want to listen to it?"

"All ears."

"Please Zi Cong close your eyes and listen carefully."

Guo Jia sat down beside the piano case, continued to test the strings.

As soon as the song starts, like a breeze blowing, a bird enters the forest. Cui Song seems to be standing on a deep mountain path, watching the path winding upwards, leading to the cloud-shrouded mountain peak.

He walked up the path.The sound of the spring ding dong came from a distant place.He tried to find the sound of the spring, but he got lost and couldn't find the way to come and go.

Confused, at a loss, at a loss.

But when he was full of loss and had nothing to follow, the birdsong suddenly rang out, and the clouds and mists were pushed away, and a house appeared in front of him.

All the dark emotions accumulated in my heart were swept away, leaving only peace and peace of mind.

The violin stopped abruptly.

Cui Song opened his eyes, fixedly looking at Guo Jia who was half kneeling beside him, also staring at him.

"What song is this?"

"The title of this song is "Return to Home." Guo Jia smiled, his penetrating gaze seemed to see through everything, and it was full of endless tolerance.

No matter where Cui Zicong came from or where he wants to go, he is willing to follow him, advance and retreat together, live and die together.

If Cui Zicong's home cannot be found in the world, then Guo Jia will be his home.