Yume Shuro

?The cold comes and the summer goes, and the time is wasted several times. Time will make people forget some things gradually. Whether they are happy or sad, they just put them there and don't want to touch them. However, escaping does not mean that they will disappear.It is still slowly approaching, until you almost forget it all, and then give you a heavy blow, and even bring greater pain and torture.Five years in Jian'an was still such an unremarkable year, but it was another time of parting from life and death.

The letter paper was full of happiness and joy. Lingxiu looked at the words in the letter with a smile on his lips, but when he saw the five years of Jian'an at the end of the letter, his brows furrowed again.Sister, how far is it from the sad news of death?Can you still bear it?

"Lingxiu, what's the matter with you?" Just now there was a smile on the brow, and suddenly the corners of the eyes were worried. Seeing Lingxiu's confused expression, Zhou Yu didn't know why.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought about it. It's been almost two years since I parted with my sister. I haven't seen Shao'er since he was born." Lingxiu smiled wryly. He wanted to see him, but he was afraid of seeing him again. What kind of situation is the day, thousands of miles apart, even if they want to help each other, how can they stop this natural disaster and man-made disaster.

"Okay, don't think too much about it. You are pregnant now. The doctor said you are weak and you need to rest more." After straightening his wife's slightly disheveled sideburns, the general who was galloping on the battlefield was full of pampering eyes.

"Understood, General." Lingxiu smiled back, leaning half on the couch, tilted his head and asked Zhou Yu who was beside him, "Zhou Lang, give your little general a name." First and last name, but still looking forward to it.

"Little general? How old is he, how do you know if it's a man or a woman?" Could it be that this girl took it for granted again?

"I... I said, I can pinch and do the math, do you believe it?" I read it in history books, do you believe it?But now it seems that history is in chaos. According to the year of birth, is this child older or younger than himself?This question has troubled Lingxiu for a long time. In the end, she said that it is a fait accompli that the sons and daughters of the world do not care about trivial matters, and they are entangled anyway.

"Believe, believe. Even if Madam has the ability to reach heaven and earth, Gong Jin must believe it." It is certain that she is different, and he is not surprised by her surprising words sometimes, but... "But if this is the case, Madam Why don't you count the child's name?" A joke is probably harmless.

"You..." Lingxiu stared straight at Zhou Yu, Zhijiao couldn't laugh or cry, she could really say the child's name, but would it make things more chaotic?After all, this matter is from the history books, and the name really came about like this. Once the obsessive-compulsive disorder is committed, it seems to be in an endless loop, so it doesn't seem so good. "you……"

"Hey, madam, calm down, madam, calm down." This appearance of repeatedly begging for mercy really lacked the chicness and aloofness of the Huai River, but it seemed that there was something exciting about it.Putting away the teasing emoji just now, Zhou Yu tried to make himself look more serious, Lingxiu kept laughing at the side, and after a while, he said again, "I've made up my mind, if it's a boy, I'll call it Zhou Xun. He can inherit the legacy of his ancestors and follow my ambition to govern the world."

"Then... what if it's a daughter?" In fact, this is what Lingxiu wants to know the most. Who calls history too patriarchal, and there is no record of Zhou Yu's daughter's name.

"Hey, didn't Madam say that he was a little general after calculation? Why do you still ask this question?"

"I... didn't say this time, what about the future, if in the future..." As soon as the words came out, Lingxiu immediately regretted it, God, what did she say just now?Seems a little... um... what.This time, she could only cover her face with her hands and see her husband's expression through her fingers.

Zhou Yu took away her hands covering her face, smiled slightly, looked into her eyes, and replied slowly, "If it's a daughter, just name it with the word Yan."

"Yan? Why?"

"Because when we first met in Huai Shui that day, you made a mistake playing the piano strings. I will never forget your sweet smile at that time in this life."

I will never forget it... I repeated this sentence in my mind over and over again, just a few words were enough to touch the heartstrings, probably it was this deep love that made it hard for her to let go, and she was determined to spend the rest of her life in this strange era.In life, the most beautiful thing is love, and the rarest thing is love. What if we know each other and stay together for thousands of years? "Zhou Lang..." Momentarily moved by emotion, he didn't feel at a loss for words, letting tears run down his cheeks.

Zhou Yu hugged her into his arms, Lingxiu leaned on his shoulder, his green shirt was wet with tears, "Silly girl, why are you crying?" He seemed to be smiling, but there was a bit of distress in his words.

What are you crying for?Yeah, why are you crying?Yutang golden horse, talented and beautiful fairy man, how many people can't ask for it, but what makes Lingxiu sigh is today's time and tomorrow's...Ten years, how long is there, how much sorrow will be waiting in this world? "Zhou Lang, you will always be by my side, won't you?" Lingxiu reluctantly suppressed his tears and asked sobbing.Lingxiu couldn't remember Zhou Yu's answer, but anyway, it was the words that reassured her.Lingxiu only remembered that a few days later, when Zhou Yu came in, he brought the news of Sun Ce's death.It seems that something that is doomed cannot be avoided even after a thousand times of hiding.

"Shao'er is still so young, Bo Fu just..." A crowd of lords competed for the throne, the poor and innocent child suffered the disaster of losing his father.In the past, Sun Ce was called "Little Overlord", and he traveled across Jiangdong for several years. He was the Jiangdong talent in the poems of later generations, but his life was so short, four years less than Xiang Yu's.

"Shao'er is still young, maybe she hasn't healed the pain, but my sister...how is she now?" Love and joy, but only two years, will the years to come become endless pain?Lingxiu lowered his head and remained silent, his brows were filled with sorrow, and at this moment, the scene of getting married that day seemed to appear in front of his eyes.The bride, dressed in red, is shy, and does not know the joys and sorrows of the future. She once comforted her benevolent father and sister, and this marriage must be a happy marriage.Even so, she has already known the past, and she has already understood today's news. This is another farewell. Is the ending in black and white written in black and white, or is it difficult to keep the talent because of the jealousy of heaven?A heart that was let go earlier, now I can't help but think about ten years later.Unable to hide her sad tears, unable to change her parting, Lingxiu threw herself into Zhou Yu's arms, hugged him tightly, and chose to ignore him, but the reality always reminded herself time and time again that she was no longer the useless girl she was before. She's heartbroken.

"Lingxiu, you..." Zhou Yu wanted to lift her shoulders and wipe the tears off her face, but when he moved, Lingxiu cried even more sadly.

"You promised me you would never leave me, didn't you? I'm so scared, I..."

"Silly girl, didn't I say that as long as you are still alive, I will protect you for a day. You make trouble all day long, what would you do without me?" Could not bear.

"Really?" Lingxiu let go of his tightly clasped hands and wiped away his tears indiscriminately.But history is like this, will it really change because of her intervention?Do you know how scared I am, afraid that I will see you again when I open my eyes, but in Danqing Hanshi, there are only a few strokes. ?