In the summer of the 19th year of Jian'an.

The night is dark and the moon is high in the sky. The burning torches in the camp crackled with fiery colors, occasionally bursting out with a few flying sparks, which soon disappeared in the air. The dull sound of armor hitting each other and the occasional yawn became clearer, and the dark shadows of the patrols shone brightly on the ground, getting closer and then further away. Pang Tong carried a jar of old wine and stepped out of the camp alone.

The mud seal is opened, and the mellow and strong aroma fills the throat, like those years that I dare not remember but have never forgotten. One breath is so hot that it makes people shed tears.

He wiped his face vigorously and raised his head against the night wind of Shu. The moonlight tonight was beautiful, suitable for remembering his old friend.

Winter, the fourteenth year of Jian'an.

Pang Shiyuan was not forced to be a hero by Zhou Gongjin. From various angles, at least he was semi-voluntary.

"Yu, sir, please let me be the meritorious officer of Nanjun."

The man is not wearing armor, he has a tall and straight figure, his green clothes are embroidered with complex dark patterns, and there is a jade pendant hanging around his waist. When he bowed and saluted, he swayed slightly, and some water-colored mountain light was reflected inexplicably, making him look like a young man from somewhere else.

What Pang Tong remembered was the twinkling peach blossoms in his eyes, the bright smile on his lips, and the two rows of fully armed soldiers not far away.

Pang Tong couldn’t remember how he answered. Maybe it was a question, maybe he was surprised, or maybe he was speechless and didn’t say anything.

Closing the door, he took one last look at his thatched cottage. The tips of the thatch protruding from the roof were soaked in the gradually warming sunlight, slightly dazzling.

He followed that man and spent his whole life never looking back.

There are always some people in the world who make you helpless and unable to stop, so much so that even if you sell yourself, you still have to count the money and settle accounts for them. When Pang Tong stepped into Zhou Yu's room with a large pile of bamboo slips in his arms, he cursed.

Zhou Yu studied the ink stick in his hand slowly, smiling with eyebrows creasing, "Shi Yuan is here." Seeing the large number of official documents, he raised his eyebrows and said, "How many times have I told you? , Shiyuan can handle it on his own, don't ask me."

"Mingfu, but these are..." Before Pang Tong could finish his words, he was greeted by the other party's eyes full of affection, care and concern. After choking and going back, the man also added, "I believe in Shiyuan."

Now I really have nothing to say. What does it mean that you will die if you do something wrong? This is your ear. Pang Tong looked up to the sky and wanted to sigh, but his foot slipped and he and the bamboo slips fell out.

A hand was stretched out calmly, white and slender with clear joints, "The new year has not yet come, why should Shi Yuan perform such a great gift?"

Pang Tong stood up angrily. , It’s not just working for you, but you have to take advantage of me. He hastily picked up the bamboo slips scattered on the ground and walked out of the door without paying attention to anyone.

"Shi Yuan, you have forgotten one scroll..." The voice coming from behind was clearer and clearer, with a blatant and playful smile.

"Excuse me, Lord, please watch it yourself, Tong is busy." Pang Tong just turned a corner and stepped on the steps, almost staggering again.

Pang Tong loved wine, and Zhou Yu also loved wine.

Pang Tong thought that he didn't feel too greedy for wine during the day. When he was reviewing official documents by burning the lamp in the middle of the night, the wine bug who was ready to move came to see him as a guest. He pushed a handful of official documents lying across the table, stood up and looked for the box where the wine was stored, but stopped midway.

That's all, the man's arrow wound has not healed, and the medical officer strictly ordered him not to drink. However, his nose was very tight, so he stopped teasing him.

He touched the tea cup and took a sip of the strong tea that had gone cold. He thought to himself that when his injury healed, it would not be too late to drink together.

With the New Year approaching, Pang Tong made some moves when arranging a banquet for the Nanjun nobles, out of selfish motives. He deliberately explained to a group of musicians and modified some parts of the original repertoire. Although it was harmless, the dissonant rhymes could never be hidden from people with extremely high musical attainments.

Pang Tong had seen Zhou Yu's communicative skills more than once.

He is naturally handsome, and his movements reflect the excellent upbringing of a noble family and his innate romantic attitude. You can't help but admire him just by looking at him, and it's hard to take your eyes off him. He is never aggressive and is good at roundabout ways, but he delivers the fatal blow with incomparable precision at the most appropriate time and occasion, hitting the target right on the target and never being sloppy. But this person also exudes a strong personality charm, which makes people intoxicated and willing to sink.

However, this time, Pang Tong had something else on his mind.

He looked at Zhou Yu in the main seat and frowned from time to time, as if he was looking back at the happy person. Other than that, he didn't show it at all on his face, smiling at a group of rotten scholars or profit-seeking people. Watertight.

The rumors were true. He tried his best not to laugh out loud, but he sharply stepped forward to block the drink for the man while he was changing glasses. Zhou Yu secretly tugged at his hand with dissatisfaction. Sleeves, Pang Tong pretended not to know, with a polite yet distant smile on his face, and some righteous words in his mouth that made the toaster gag.

Pang Tong had a good capacity for drinking. Even so, he was drunk in the end. When he stood up from the table with half-open drunken eyes, Zhou Yu across from him was looking at him with a half-smile, a meaningful gaze that was like an awl nailing his face, which made him feel frightened.

Pang Tong turned around and looked around, trying to find something to talk about to ease the scary atmosphere. Only then did he realize that the hall was completely silent, except for the two of them.

"Shi Yuan is like this, does he want to make me break my neck?"

Pang Tong shook his head when he said Wu Nong's soft words, especially when he deliberately raised the tail tone. , just like a delicate cat's claw passing through the ear shell along the wind, the tip of the claw scratching the heart and liver, it is so teasing that it is difficult to describe.

He felt that his mouth was dry, and his brain, which was not very clear under the influence of alcohol, took a long time to react, and he said incoherently: "It is often said that Mingfu... Zhou Lang... Qu Wrong..." The initiator obviously forgot how to say that sentence, so he talked incoherently for a long time and then fell asleep.

Outside the hall, the bright moon is in the sky.

The next day, Zhou Yu was playing the piano in his room. The sound of the piano is surging, like the sun and the moon on the river, and the sound of the piano is curling, like the cry of the swallows and the orioles. The door was not closed, and the sound of music was flowing like clouds and flowing water, creating ripples between the heaven and the earth.

Pang Tong came looking for the sound and stood in front of the door, motionless and speechless. The sound of the piano stopped for a long time before he came back to his senses. He took a long step towards the room and laughed loudly: "The Ming Dynasty's piano art is so superb that Tong is ashamed of himself."

Zhou Yu stood up and joked with him with a smile, "I once heard that Pang Degong praised Shi Yuan as a phoenix chick. This qin is made of sycamore wood. The phoenix lives in the phoenix tree. The ancients were honest and did not deceive me."

"No." Pang Tong shook his finger and walked closer. Taking a step forward, he looked into the other person's eyes very seriously. The two deep pools contained still water, but also surging waves. "The phoenix prefers the phoenix tree because it has not seen the beautiful jade."

Zhou Yu He was stunned for just a moment, and then a smile spread out from the corners of his lips. He was so good-looking, and when he smiled, the scenery in the courtyard lost its color.

With the sleeves of his robe swaying slightly, Zhou Yu raised his hand and gave Pang Tong a tight hug that melted into his bones and engraved into his heart.

In the spring of the fifteenth year of Jian'an.

Pang Tong has been farming for many years and has considerable experience in wine making.

Zhou Yu leaned lazily against the tree trunk, tapping a tune with his fingers, just watching his own skills, and finally picked the oldest peach tree and added the layers. A sealed wine jar was buried.

"Shi Yuan, when do you plan to drink this wine?" Pang Tong covered the last layer of soil. Zhou Yu didn't move and pulled him in a half-leaning position.

"Of course it will be the wine for next year's expedition." Pang Tong shook his clothes a few times, but suddenly remembered an old incident during the busy farming season, and started to joke, "Ming Mansion, I'm afraid I can't tell the difference between grains. ?"

"Nonsense." Zhou Yu turned his head and touched the bridge of his nose, and answered very confidently, "I know you are familiar with it."

Zhou Yu was born in the Lujiang family. , the elders in the clan have been officials for many generations.

Whether it's wearing bright clothes and angry horses, young people being arrogant, or wearing light robes with slow belts and high spirits, or strategizing and giving guidance on the battlefield, there is never a shortage of servants, let alone money. He is here to chat with interest, such trivial matters are practical. He didn't need to worry about it.

Pang Tong laughed without restraining his expression, and then heard the other party say: "Xingba came from afar, and the letter specifically noted that he brought two jars of fine wine, and the time has come. If Shiyuan doesn't leave, you won't be able to do anything anymore."

Pang Tong knew that he was changing the subject, so he deliberately made a gesture and said, "That Tong, you're welcome."

"Shi Yuan, are you kidding me? When have you ever been polite to me?"

"Ming Mansion..." Pang Tong was about to argue, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that he had indeed been rude and was in the wrong. After struggling for a while, he squeezed out two words from the gap between his lips, "Ying Ming."

Zhou Yu had already turned to the corridor, twisted the folding fan in his hand and turned around with a smile, "Shi Yuan, are you still not leaving?"

Pang Tong took a few steps and chased after him.

Pang Tong didn’t have a good impression of Wu Hou Sun Quan, but later he turned to dislike him. The cause of the matter was a reply to a letter.

"What are Marquis Wu thinking? This is simply letting the tiger go back to the mountain!" Pang Tong was so angry that he almost broke into a fight, but the table was not Sun Quan's head, so smashing it to pieces would not help.

Zhou Yu took the bamboo slips that were about to fall apart from Pang Tong's hand and threw them aside. He shrugged slightly to express his helplessness, "Well, Wu Hou did not intend to go westward. This trip to Jingkou , It seems that we have to leave." His eyes lit up brightly again, as if they were looking through the misty morning light, looking at the dangerous and treacherous cloud-shrouded Shu Road, "As for Liu Bei, it's not too late to take Xichuan and try again. ."

No one thought that an ordinary farewell would become an eternal farewell in the nightmare.

Pang Tong stood on the bow of the ship, his sleeves bulging, his eyes filled with pale moonlight, like a misty and rootless wandering soul under the night sky.

The vast rivers and the white water are so unscrupulous that I will perish.

"When Yu returns, he and Shi Yuan will enter Xichuan."

Talk about the world, discuss family and country, talk about the art of war, discuss strategies, learn piano skills, and play chess. Tasting tea, talking about Dukang, the voice was very familiar, and he turned around subconsciously.

No piano, no chess, no tea, no wine, no one around.

But the wind from Yujiang River blew through my chest.

Before leaving Jiangdong, Pang Tong was invited by Lu Su to have a drink. In each other's eyes, both of them saw something the same.

The wine was pungent and strong, so we sat there speechless. When he was drunk, Lu Su sighed: "Gong Jin..." Pang Tong drank a large glass of wine and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Zijing, I will leave tomorrow. "

"Why don't you want to stay, Shi Yuan?"

With a creak, the window was blown open, the cold wind came in, and the lights flickered.

Every battle he fought in his life was victorious, and everything he planned in his life was accomplished.

Take Shu first, then capture Shu and merge with Zhang Lu, so as to join forces with Ma Chao. According to Xiangyang and Qi Cao Cao, the north can be conquered. Xichuan, the world, this is his plan, his ambition, Pang Tong thought, it is also my ambition, my journey.

"If he is not here, who can convince Wu Hou, and who is sure of conquering Xichuan?" Lu Su got up and closed the window, with some unexplained emotions in his words, "You plan to go Surrender to Liu Bei?"

Pang Tong sneered and did not answer.

"Shi Yuan, you are Gong Jin's friend, that is, my friend." Lu Su turned around and bowed his hands, "Take care of yourself."

Pang Tong returned to Jiangling , dug out a jar of wine under the oldest peach tree in the prefect's mansion, and went to vote for Liu Bei.

The wine of the fifteenth year of Jian'an is reflected in the moonlight of the nineteenth year of Jian'an.

"Mingfu," Pang Tong raised the wine jar and tilted it towards the ground, "I'd like to toast you with this glass.

"

He stopped his hand and raised the wine jar to his mouth again, "This jar is for me. ”

Respect you, you are a man of literary talent and military prowess, and God is jealous of your genius.

Respect me, you are a killer, full of obsession.

Respect this present day, Feng Crossing Gaogang, the moon is full of the long river.

Respect for the future, the mountains and rivers will always be beautiful, and the prosperous times will be peaceful.

There was a cold feeling on the cheek, and something hit hard along the lower jaw. In the soil.

The sleeves of the green shirt were soaked, and the wine jar was already empty. Pang Tong grabbed the mouth of the jar and shook it hard, then he lay back and opened his lips slightly. Like babble, he called out the name that had never been spoken.

"Gong Jin..."

In the fifteenth year of Jian'an, Sun Quan promised to march westward, and Zhou Yu returned to Jiangling as his luggage. Dao was ill and died at the age of thirty-six.

In the 19th year of Jian'an, Liu Bei besieged Luoxian County for a long time. Pang Tong personally led his troops to attack the city, but he died at the age of thirty-six.

Note:

1. Many details in this article are inconsistent with official historical data, and there are many private settings. I will not elaborate on them. Please do not take them seriously.

2. Zhou Yu, courtesy name. The words Gongjin, Yu and Jin all refer to beautiful jade.

3. In the Han Dynasty, Mingfu and Fujun could both be used to refer to the county governor. Zhou Yu was the prefect of Nanjun at that time, and Pang Tong was his meritorious officer, so there was this term.

4. "Three Kingdoms" records: Yu Shao is devoted to music. Although after the three princes, there are mistakes, Yu must know them, and he must take care of them. Therefore, people at that time said: "There are mistakes in music." Wrong, Zhou Langgu. "Pang Tong's rumor is these six words.

5. "Zhuangzi Qiu Shui Hui Zi Xiang Liang" records: Fu's bird originated from the South China Sea and flew over the North Sea. If you don't eat, you won't drink from the wine spring. 铓鶵 refers to a bird like the phoenix. 6. Xingba refers to Wu Jiang Gan Ning. 7. Jiangling is the seat of Nanjun. .

8. Xichuan and Shu in the article refer to Yizhou, and Luo County belongs to Yizhou.