It is said that after Cao Cao finished writing, "A grain of rice is not enough to pound, and an inch of cloth is not enough to sew. My friends loaned me money, but I don't know how to respond."

Cao Cao rubbed his writing fingers on his clothes, then lay down in the cold thatched cottage, silently listening to the howling north wind outside.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was the sound of a carriage again, and then I heard my younger brother’s cry: “Brother! Come out.”

“I’m not going out.” Cao Cao said Turn around and face Chaimen.

"Come out and have a look, a friend is here."

"I have no friends! I, Cao Mengde, don't know how to make friends, and I don't deserve anyone to come see me!"

Cao De did not answer again. Suddenly there was a crisp and sweet sound of the piano. The rhythm was refreshing. It was like a gust of warm wind on this cold day, so melodious and refined. Cao Cao couldn't help but stood up and gently opened the firewood door.

There were snowflakes falling outside. Under the sky and outside the fence, Cao De and Bian Bing drove in. Lou Yi stood in front of the car and stood there. On the side, there was a scholar in white sitting, wearing a white fox fur, a scholar's scarf on his head, and a fox fur hat. His appearance was gentle, handsome, and otherworldly. His fair face had three slender ink beards, which moved gracefully in the wind, like a god. It was him who was playing the Yao Qin with his eyes closed.

"You are..." Cao Cao did not dare to admit it, "Ziwen... is that you?"

The person who came was none other than Wang Jun. He stopped, opened his eyes and smiled: "Meng De, don't you consider me a friend?"

Cao Cao blushed: "How could it be? How could it be? We haven't seen each other for ten years. It's cold outside, please come in..." He stopped suddenly, and there was no fire inside the hut.

Cao De said with a smile: "What do you have in this damn place?" He asked Bian Bing and Lou Yi to move things from the car, including charcoal basins, lamp oil, furs, incense burners, and several wine utensils. and dishes, everything that needed to be prepared was brought.

It took three people less time to clean the thatched cottage. The warm charcoal basin was lit, the furry furs were laid out, the wine was sifted and the dishes were served. Cao Cao and Wang Jun sat opposite each other, with Cao De and Bian Bing accompanying them.

"It's a game, it's a game." Cao Cao smiled and toasted him with a glass of wine, "How is Mr. Qiao?"

"The old man has been dead for more than two years. "

"Alas..." After hearing what he said, Cao Cao drank unintentionally, "I will never have the chance to repay his kindness."

"Don't worry, master. He was cheerful by nature and never wanted anyone to worry about him. He died without any illness, and I have always stayed by his side." Wang Jun said in reply, "Brother Qiao Yu left his official post to attend the funeral, and the master's family had no money left. It was his nephew Qiao Mao. Mobilize the Suiyang scholars to help arrange the coffin. It’s fine to come and leave innocently, but the two girls, Daqiao and Xiaoqiao, are pitiful.”

“How are they now?”

"The funeral was over, but when the Yellow Turban Incident broke out, the Qiao Yu brothers and sisters left their hometown to escape. I heard that they went to Jiangdong. I thanked them in Suiyang, but when I went to Yangzhou, I couldn't find them anywhere, so I went everywhere Wandering and living all over the world. "

"Aren't you going to return home?"

Wang Jun smiled sadly: "My parents have passed away, I have no brothers, my family is separated, and my family property is in ruins. Wherever you go, that's my home."

Cao Cao felt somewhat sympathetic: "Are you still unwilling to become an official?"

"What about you?" Wang Jun asked softly. Choking, "You don't want to be an official, so why should I go to the troubled waters? I am at home all over the world, and I am free and easy with my book and piano by my side."

"Meat eaters are despicable, but vegetarian eaters are wise. I envy you a life like this!"

Wang Jun said with a smile: "I have no parents, no wife and children, and I am alone.

And you? "When Cao De heard what he said, he was afraid that his brother would lose his temper again and offend Wang Ziwen, so he quickly raised the cup and said, "Brother Ziwen, when we met in the past, I was still a child. At that time, I thought you were handsome and elegant. , now Brother Wang is even more elegant, and my little brother admires him so much! Please..."

"I dare not take it seriously. Wang Jun took a sip and added, "When I arrived in Jinan, I heard that Meng De resigned, so I came here to visit." I think we are all guests in the rock dwelling now, so we must have some connections! "

Cao Cao looked shy: How can he, a hermit, compare with others?

Bian Bing interrupted: "My little brother, Tangtu, would like to play a song with Brother Wang. "As he spoke, he took out his inseparable flute. Wang Jun did not refuse, one played the harp and the other played the flute, and the cheerful music jumped out. It was like a bird chirping in spring, or like a wicker dancing in the wind.

After Shao Shi finished playing, Bian Bing wiped his lips and said: "Haha! I am a layman, and I only know this kind of music. It's hard to get into the elegant hall, Brother Wang will laugh at you. "

"The vulgarity is also the elegance, and your performance is quite elegant.

Cao Cao smiled and said: "My brother-in-law was originally a singer, but he also relied on the Book of Songs to make a living." "

"It's no wonder," Wang Jun nodded frequently, "Everything in the secular world is elegant, so why attack heretics and escape from the secular world? "

Cao Cao knew there was something behind his words, but he pretended not to hear it and said with a smile: "I don't know how to play the piano or flute, so I can sing a song for you! "After that, he cleared his throat.

If you want to know what Cao Cao sang, please watch the next chapter.