Piano

The little girl who came home hugged her father and cried happily, and then she took care of the housework at home with peace of mind.

It's just that this marriage, which had a good start but ended in a very embarrassing and vicissitudes, left an insurmountable hurdle in her heart. I can hear that she will always unconsciously carry two points of resentment in her current piano music.

At that time, Cai Bojie had already been threatened by Dong Zhuo with the lives of the whole clan, and he was forcibly summoned to be an official in Beijing. In the past two years, his official position has been promoted higher and higher, and the time he can stay at home has become less and less.

Later in the third year of Chuping (AD 192), Wang Yun, Lu Fengxian and others conspired to kill Dong Zhuo.

Cai Bozhe talked about Grand Master Dong in his seat, thinking about his appreciation and respect for him in the past, and subconsciously sighed a few words. Unexpectedly, Wang Yun was angered, and he was called a "rebel" and sent to prison.

So Cai Yong, a generation of great talents, died in prison like this.

When the news came back to Changliu, the little girl was playing the piano in the courtyard. I saw her fingertips break the string, and when she got up, she staggered and nearly fell to her knees.

The Qin was made by her father himself, and on the low table was the piano score copied by Cai Bojie.

But she no longer has a father.

"Father..." the little girl murmured in a low voice, and almost instinctively stretched out her hand to grab me into her palm. Her palm was so hard that I could almost feel the temperature of her fingertips receding.

She pressed me tightly to my chest, the place closest to my heart.

I heard her heartbeat slow and sluggish, like a frozen glacier.

*
In the second year of Xingping (AD 195), Dong Zhuo's remnants (mainly Li Jue and others, pronounced "jue", one said "but") rebelled in the Central Plains, and the Southern Huns took the opportunity to rebel. Wen Ji was captured by the Hu people and forced to become a Concubine of King Zuoxian.

In 12 years, two sons were born.

I watched the look on her face diminish day by day.

In all fairness, King Zuo Xian treated her pretty well, except for some things, he could be called responsive to every request.

But this doesn't affect her missing her big man, nor does it affect her hating him.

She hated Zuo Xianwang for forcing her to leave her hometown, hated him for causing her to come to this place she was not familiar with at all.

The wind, cold and frost in the pastoral area are heavy, and she can't bear the wind and snow that cuts her face like a knife every winter, and she can't bear the smell of dried cow and sheep dung.

People who are used to living in houses with brick walls and tiles are most afraid of wandering, and the small tents on the pasture can't calm her mind.

The meat and milk full of fishy smell made her stomach tumbling and almost nauseated all the time; the animal skin clothes draped on her body made her uncontrollably terrified.

She misses her big man, her Changliu, and her father.

So... How can she not hate this?
She couldn't help hating.

I leaned against her chest and listened to her heartbeat. I knew that she hated the Huns and King Zuo Xian very much.

Even if she already had two sons with him.

As for her two sons—

I quietly lowered my eyebrows. Back then, when the little girl first found out that she was pregnant, she thought about committing suicide or trying to get rid of the child.

After all, being ruined by the barbarians is already a great shame for her. If she has a few more children with the blood of the Huns, she will have no face to face her ancestors.

However, Zuo Xianwang refused, he called several maids to follow her every step of the way.

At the beginning, she wished she could die, but gradually, when the child grew up in her womb, and she felt the weak heartbeat of the second life that did not belong to her, she finally softened her heart.

She missed her big man, but the instinct of being a mother made her desperately protect her child.

Even if it is a child of a foreigner, a child of a raper.

On the day the child was born, I could clearly see the complex and unspeakable line in her eyes—this child clearly and clearly showed all the shame and embarrassment she had experienced, but her kind nature made her unable to take it seriously. Hate that newborn, innocent child.

She hated her child's father, but that didn't affect her love for her child.

Staring at such a contradictory and entangled mentality, she continued to live in the territory of the Huns for several years, and I was hung on her neck and in the heart by her.

I know, I'm probably her last thought about the big man and her father.

*
On the day Cao Mengde sent an envoy to the Xiongnu with a large sum of money to redeem Wen Ji, she held me tightly in her hand and never let go for a moment.

"Father, my daughter can go back."

"My daughter can finally go home—" After changing into the big Han costume brought by the Han envoy, she cried and laughed while holding her face, and the tears dripped down her fingers and stained my face, which was both bitter and salty.

She seemed to be very happy, but that joy disappeared suddenly before leaving.

When I was leaving, I saw from a distance that Zuo Xianwang was guarding the fence, holding his two children with the little girl. Wen Ji looked at the two ignorant children, and her eyes were red for no reason.

She is a citizen of the big man, but she is also the mother of two children.

Conversely speaking, she is the mother of two children, but she is also a citizen of the big man.

The climate of the Xiongnu is not suitable for her, and she will only be full of longing for her homeland if she stays in the pastoral area.

But if she was really allowed to stay away from the pasture and return to the Central Plains, she would miss her child uncontrollably.

But - the prime minister has spent a lot of money to redeem her.

She must return to Han.

Wen Ji stared deeply at the children for the last time, and then boarded the return car without looking back.

When the pasture retreated rapidly, I vaguely heard the low sobs that were suppressed by her in my throat, and I knew in my heart that from then on, what was left to her was the eternal love of Shenshang.

*
Later, Cao Mengde made the decision and betrothed her to Du Wei (official title) Dong Si.

I don't know exactly what she was thinking at that time, so she ran to intercede for Dong Si who had made a mistake, after all, that kid was used to ignoring her.

Maybe it was because of the superficial love between husband and wife, maybe because she didn't want to be a homeless person again, or maybe she just had a kind heart accidentally...

In any case, she still went alone that day, and disappeared in front of the world with Dong Si.

But this has not affected her deep lovesickness. When she falls asleep at night, she will still be awakened by the cries of children thousands of miles away. She will still remember the pain of homesickness every day when she was in the pastoral area.

She will still miss her father who died innocently.

The more than 4000 volumes of classics in the family have been scattered long ago, and she only remembers the few [-] volumes.

As a result, these four hundred volumes of articles have naturally become her new thoughts.

Come out silently and take a look.

Of course, occasionally she would think of Wei Zhongdao, the man she was in when she was young.

I stayed with her until she passed away with such unspeakable thoughts——

Before dying, she was still chanting her "Poetry of Sadness and Anger".

exiled into meanness,
Often afraid of re-donation waste.

When is life,
Worrying all the time.

(The last four sentences of the five-character version of "Poetry of Sadness and Indignation", the whole poem is too long, please be your mother.)
The tomb is fine

It's just a knife

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