Zhou Yu listened with his ears.

Zhou Yu is good at joy, but not good at lyrics.

There is no way to do this, because the music talent is a bowl of rice that God has given. Some people are squeezing their necks and pouring them down, while others are still unable to draw half a grain of rice even if they scrape the bottom of the bowl over and over again. God is so biased that people cannot be fair when they are born. This is something that is born into DNA. Some people have a good sense of music. They can write them on the spot by listening to the music, but some people have incomplete tone. Even if they practice hard in the singing room for a month, they still sing out of tune after going out.

People are born unfair, but there is one thing that is fair, and that is time.

A person will always have only twelve hours a day.

If you spend more time on music, you will not spend time on scriptures and lyrics. Time is always limited, and later capitalists are also very clear about this, so they will try their best to take up the time for ordinary people to learn and grow. After all, as long as ordinary people don’t study and grow, they don’t have to worry about being hung on street lights.

Zhou Yu is not good at lyrics and verses. Even Mr. Luo cannot make up for this black hole. He can only add a few likable poems to Zhou Yu when he meets Zhuge. Even the dying sigh can only say "After Yu is born, why is Liang?", and there is nothing else. As for the so-called long river chanting that Zhou Yu sang later, it is clear at first glance that his poetry structure is mostly far-fetched, and later generations use his name to fake it.

The song Xiao Qiao played was taught by Zhou Yu before.

She didn't play well before, but today it seems a little different.

The sound of the piano is long, and at this moment, it seems to have become the master of this world.

Simple clothes, guqin.

Green smoke, terrace.

Slim and slender fingers jump, outline, press and slide on the strings.

The sea of ​​flowers in the sky floats down. It is the happiness and joy of a girl meeting her husband for the first time. However, with the wind and rain, the flowers can only curl up and long for the protection and care of her husband. However, after the wind and rain, it is not a sunny day, but a snowy sky full of wind and snow, bone-bone cold, endless worries, and uncontrollable...

fear.

Fear of the future.

In the wind and snow all over the sky, there was only a small, humble figure, kneeling on the ground and begging, begging the heaven and earth.

Pray for him.

This music is different from the past, and the emotions brought out are also different from the past. Although the skeleton has not changed, the emotions in the heart are filled with it. All the twists, all the playing, and all the syllables seem to have their own soul at this moment, singing, and confide in this world...

Xiao Qiao did not notice Zhou Yu's arrival, she was immersed in the music wholeheartedly.

She was worried, she begged.

This is almost a brand new track, and Zhou Yu had never heard it before. Although he had taught her before, the song now belongs to her. Although there are some not exquisite and round enough in some details, Xiao Qiao vaguely broke away from Zhou Yu's framework and showed some things that belong to her.

Before, Xiao Qiao was always holding the sound of the piano or the flute, and seemed to be careful. Zhou Yu could understand it, but he was somewhat helpless. He liked Xiao Qiao, but he could not give Xiao Qiao a title.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to give it, but that he can’t give it.

Everyone calls Zhou Yu the governor, but that's it.

The governor is a real position, not a title, so Zhou Yu can only have one wife.

Even Sun Shiwan only has one wife now. After all, Sun Quan is now considered a third-rank general. What rank can he grant Zhou Yu and what title? He can only be the prefect of the first place and then add a governor.

Unless Zhou Yu immediately jumped to Cao Cao or Fei Qian to obtain the status of a marquis, Xiao Qiao was a concubine, which he "accepted" and was not a "protected marriage" by the Ming media.

Therefore, Xiao Qiao had always lived a cautious life before. It depends on Zhou Yu's face and Mrs. Zhou's face.

Zhou Yu felt very distressed and knew that his wife would not tolerate Xiao Qiao, so wherever he could take him, he would take Xiao Qiao with him. This was not because Zhou Yu was lingering in women, but because he knew that if he was a little farther away and longer, Xiao Qiao might be thrown aside at any time like a disposal of an item.

It's just like Da Qiao's situation after Sun Ce's death.

Zhou Yu looked at Xiao Qiao, and there was also a hint of sadness.

If I die, what will you do?

I am worthy of Jiangdong, Bo Fu, and the Zhou family. The only thing I owe... is you...

Xiao Qiao's song ended, and the lingering sound lingered. She pressed her hands on the piano and sat in a daze. After all, she couldn't help it. A drop of tears fell and hit the back of her hand, splashing a small tear.

The vision was in the lake. She saw a hand gently stretching over, then wiped away the tears, and looked up tremblingly. In the mist, she saw Zhou Yu's smiling face.

Xiao Qiao hurriedly wanted to stand up and salute, but was anxious to wipe the tears that had fallen from her. She was suddenly a little busy and almost hit the table.

"Don't panic, I'm..."

Zhou Yu said slowly, as if he had always protected her.

Xiao Qiao snuggled into Zhou Yu's arms, and the familiar warmth made her feel at ease.

"Don't panic, I'm there." Zhou Yu patted Xiao Qiao's back and stroked it gently. He raised his head, looked into the distance, and said slowly, as if he was talking to Xiao Qiao, as if he was talking to himself.

Xiao Qiao hugged Zhou Yu, arched her head inside, and responded softly.
Chapter completed!