Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 541 At the foot of the deer mountain, a lonely grave

  Under the deer mountain, beside the stream, and behind the wooden house, there is a lonely grave.

  The tomb is new, the soil is new, and the stele is new, but the old people are gone.

  Even Fei Qian didn't know what Uncle Fu's original name was, where his hometown was, and whether there were other people in the family.

   Fei Qian sat in front of the stele, silent.

  This world is huge, and there are tens of thousands of people. The death of any person will not have the slightest impact on this world, even if it is a great person.

  This world is small, and everyone is alone. The only thing that can prove the importance of living in this world is your own relatives, that's all.

  In the wooden house, Pang Tong, Zaozhi and others are still there. They helped build Uncle Fu's lonely grave.

The tombs of the Han Dynasty were heavy, and the heavy ones were buried with tens of millions of dollars, while the light ones were at least about 100,000 yuan. A big reason why Feiqian fell down before was that both of Feiqian's parents died, so he had to sell his property for burial, otherwise , will inevitably end up with a reputation of being unfilial.

  At that time, Fei Qian was still in a coma, and the only person in the family who was working hard was Old Fu. To Fei Qian, Old Fu Uncle is not relatives better than relatives, but when Fei Qian made a little achievement, Old Fu Uncle is just so simple, without any ceremony, sleeping in the ground forever.

God is always so cruel. When you are still walking forward happily, when you look back, you will find wrinkles on the faces of the elders in your family. Now, when Fei Qian came back here again, he found that the figure who seemed to be standing by his side forever before could never be seen again...

   Pain, pain without words, pain, pain without tears.

  Although everyone can understand Fei Qian's feelings for Uncle Fu, but no matter what, Uncle Fu is still a servant after all, and of course it cannot be compared with the head of the gentry. The servants of many aristocratic families died in a scroll or a thin coffin, which was sent to a mass grave outside the city. Like Uncle Fu, it can be regarded as choosing a good place to be buried with mountains and rivers behind, but most of them are because of Fei Qian's face.

  Fei Qian, who came from a later age, did not have the concept of burial, but felt that his heart was messed up and very uncomfortable.

   Fei Qian sat blankly, distracted.

  Suddenly, an old hand touched Fei Qian's shoulder, and Fei Qian subconsciously called Uncle Fu, but when he looked back, it was Pang Degong.

  Fei Qian wanted to stand up and bow down, but was held down by Lord Pound.

  A servant had already set up a stool, and placed some sacrificial items in front of the tombstone, and then retreated, leaving space for Duke Pang and Fei Qian.

   Behind him, the stream is bubbling, the sky is cloudy and the clouds are relaxing, and the treetops are dancing in the wind.

Although Uncle Fu's death was too sudden, but for me, when I arrived in Lushan, I didn't visit my teacher Pang Degong for the first time, but sat here and let Pang Degong come down the mountain in front of me. It was my own fault in etiquette. Therefore, although Pang Degong stopped Fei Qian from prostrating, Fei Qian still said: "...Pang Gong! The disciple is rude..."

  Pang Degong waved his hand. For this kind of etiquette, Pang Gong didn't value it very much, but he paid more attention to the affection for Uncle Fu shown by Fei Qian, so he came down from the deer mountain to come here.

   "People, from birth to death, no one can escape." Pang Degong said slowly.

   Fei Qian nodded in agreement. Fei Qian naturally understands this truth, but for Fei Qian, in addition to being more like a relative, in this world, Uncle Fu is the first person he sees, like a beacon, and now, The signpost is gone. The sudden feeling of loneliness and abandonment was like a tide, uncontrollably rushing to my heart.

  People have emotions.

Fei Qian has never traveled before, and he does not know how quickly and resolutely other traversers abandoned their original parents, wives and children and the bits and pieces of their original life, and threw themselves into the great revolution without thinking about their own lives, killing people without blinking an eye, Even setting fires won't even frown...

Fei Qian thought that he had forgotten all about the future generations and had already thrown himself into this new world, but he didn't expect that Uncle Fu's death made him completely realize that he had no connection with the future generations ever since. .

The most important point is that Fei Qian suddenly realized that Uncle Fu's death was like a sign. From then on, in this troubled world that is about to unfold, there may be more people, especially the relatives and friends he knew. , will die suddenly like Uncle Fu...

   Even including myself.

  This feeling is even more powerless than when Hangu Guan Feiqian faced the **** of death alone.

  In the next period of time, the hegemony among the princes is not a joke. Cao Cao’s son died in the battle, and Liu Bei is like playing with his wife and son. Sun Quan can even confine his brother, widow and widow for life without mercy...

  As for myself, can I have such a mental preparation, or can I get this heart and make such a move?

   "Duke Pang, is it right or wrong for Taizu to share the pie?"

  Pang Degong looked up at the sky and said: "The mother of the mountain people has passed away three times in twenty. There are many people in the family who persuade me to continue the strings, but the old man refuses..."

   Although Fei Qian didn't know what Pang Degong wanted to express by changing the topic, he still said: "Pang Gong is so affectionate and sexual, and my disciples admire and envy him."

   "People are not plants, how can they be ruthless?" Pang Degong looked at Fei Qian, and said meaningfully, "This old man is lazy and has no intention of copying, so he puts his love on mountains and rivers, indulges in love, and spends his dying years."

"However, this old man's selfishness is also based on Pang's eyes... This old man is also a guilty person." Mr. Pang De said slowly, "There is no branch and leaves, and there are no descendants of honor. Pang's children have many complaints... "

   "This..." Mr. Pang De switched too fast, and Fei Qian couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while.

  Pang Degong continued: "On the top of the mountain, you can see the rising clouds and clouds; sitting on the edge of the sea, you can see the fish leaping and surging; the scenery is unique."

  Pound tapped the ground with his staff, and then said: "Fool, right and wrong, you can find out for yourself. If you just linger, you will lose both."

   After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fei Qian to react, he patted Fei Qian's shoulder again, and went straight back to Lushan.

  This Mr. Pang De is really...

   Feiqian sighed.

I don't know how long it took, but Fei Qian suddenly called for someone to bring a pen and ink, and added the word "Fei" on top of the "Uncle Fu" on the tombstone, and then wrote "Unfilial Nephew Fei's Qianli" under it, Then people go to build a new monument according to this style.

  The servants of the Pang family took orders to go.

...

  On this road, there may be fellow travelers, obstacles, and victims...

   On this road, maybe I try my best and give everything, but I may not be able to reach the end...

   On this road, there may be all kinds of suffering, thousands of people reviled, thousands of corpses...

   But this is the path you choose, isn't it?

  Even if you cut off your hands, cut off your feet, even if you kneel or crawl, you still have to finish the journey...

   Li Yan was puzzled: Since the first emperor entrusted me and Kong Ming, why is there such a big gap in power between us!

   Chen Dao sneered when he learned about it: Do you know what happened in the suburbs of Nanyang on that night in the twelfth year of Jian'an?

  (end of this chapter)