Chapter 102 Cyclone Sends Bones

"I only love my grandmother in my life. Don't you think my grandfather is great?" Seeing that we didn't say anything, Du Siye frowned and said, "I believe you all know Gao Shi. The poet of my grandfather's contemporaries is also his good friend."

"Is it the one who wrote "Don't Dong Da"?" After Du Siye said this, I also put away my jokes and said seriously, "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are in the sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry about the ignorance on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn't know you."

"I can't see that you are not really useless." Du Siye listened to me without hesitation and got wet, and his attitude towards me actually changed. He said faintly, "At that time, Gao Shi said to his friends, [When I got home but saw my wife and son, I had to drink dozens of cups of Junchun wine, otherwise I would be worried to death]."

"I understand this sentence." A wisp of Mochen interrupted and said, "Is it that Gao Shi has aesthetic fatigue for his wife? I'm very annoyed to see her. If I hadn't had a good drink with my friend, I'm afraid I would have died of worry."

"Well, yes." Du Siye nodded and said, "It's so high and suitable, not to mention others. Only my grandfather has never taken my grandmother as a burden, because my grandfather is understanding. They have a common language. The night is quiet, and my grandmother silently listens to my grandfather's distress. More or less comforted and helpless, it has turned into a common lament between the two sides."

This time, we didn't interrupt Du Siye's story. We listened to him quietly tell the story of Du Fu's life: "My grandfather began a roaming career of more than ten years with his family. In Wang Anshi's words, it was [Half Kyushu hungry]. It's ridiculous. He traveled all over China with a hungry stomach. However, if there is a loss, there is a gain. They came later. I'm in Chengdu and live in an ancient temple next to Huanhuaxi.

"I remember that my grandfather once wrote a poem about the plight of that time. [The entrance is still empty, and the old wife sees that my color is the same. The idiot doesn't know the salute of father and son, and he is angry at the door]. Can you imagine the scene at that time? Under the fence, there is no poor grain of rice in the family. Grandfathers and grandmothers are worried. Their youngest son That is to say, my uncle was so hungry that he couldn't stand it. He didn't care about the courtesy of his father and son, and roared to ask his father to beg for food. Du Siye's eyes even flashed with tears: "As a talented and proud grandfather, he has fallen to this point. Do you think he can feel better?"

"No wonder the ancients said that it was literati who starved to death." A wisp of Mochen sighed and interrupted,

"This sentence needs to be changed in modern times." I also frowned and said, "In this society, those who starve to death are all bitter Internet writers, and there are too many piracy."

A wisp of dust: "..."

Du Siye continued to say bitterly, "My grandfather had no choice but to send a letter for help to Gao Shi, the assassin of Pengzhou at that time: [It has been more than half a hundred years, and the autumn has turned into hunger and cold. In order to ask Pengzhou Mu, when it will be difficult to deal with the emergency] Fortunately, Gao Shi and his grandfather were brothers and carried food from a hundred miles away to help him, and the neighbors sent him again. He has some dishes to solve his urgent needs.

"After that, my grandfather's life was finally a little better. At that time, the governor [Yan Wu] appreciated his poetic talent, hired him to enter the shogunate as a staff officer, and also applied for an official title to the court for him, called [School Inspection Department Member Wailang], so people called him [Du Gongbu]. Later, with the support of his friends, he was in the upper reaches of Huanhua River. A few huts have been built, which is the famous Du Fu Cottage.

"Half-life wandering, it's finally bitter and sweet." Hearing this, I sighed at the same time as a wisp of dust,

"Is it bitter and sweet, so..." Du Siye said with a wry smile, "At that time, my grandfather was over 50 years old and my grandmother was in her forties. They had been married for more than 20 years. In the past 20 years, they had gathered and separated more. Her grandmother raised many children, suffered a lot of hardships, and her life made her a little rough. She was early. I just forgot that I was born in a scholarly family, and I can also play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

A smile appeared on Du Siye's face and said, "It is said that one day, my grandmother suddenly remembered that she had not touched black and white chess pieces for many years, so she was interested. She drew a chessboard on paper and talked about love with her grandfather. Her grandfather wrote a quiet poem of [old wife's drawing paper as a chess game, and the child knocks a needle as a fishing hook]."

"Your grandfather should be the happiest during this period." I'm also immersed in the story: "For the time being away from the smoke, the years are quiet. Such ordinary happiness that permeates the human feelings is really too luxurious for him."

"Yes." The smile on Du Siye's face dissipated in an instant: "The good times did not last long. Later, Yan Wu died of illness in Chengdu. His grandfather had no shelter, so he could only continue to wander with his wife and children. At the age of 59, he planned to go to Chenzhou to defect to his uncle. He was trapped by the flood and starved for nine consecutive days."

Du Siye said bitterly, "The local county magistrate rescued him with a small boat and treated him with beef and white wine. It was rare for him to have a full meal. He let go of his stomach and died of fullness."

"What?" I was shocked and said, "Du Fu was so full."

"It should be... food poisoning, or indigestion." A wisp of Mochen is calmer than me and analyzes carefully,

Du Siye didn't seem to hear what we said. He laughed at himself and said, "Grandmother was very sad. She sold her clothes and borrowed it from the east. Then she buried her grandfather in Pingjiang. After her grandfather's death, her grandmother was very worried, coupled with overwork, she died soon."

"Although it is not as earth-shaking as Lu You and Tang Waner, it has been inseparable for decades, which is indeed touching." After listening to the long story, I sighed and said,

"It's uncomfortable to think about it. At the beginning, a magnificent beauty married Du Fu at the age of 19. Without living a comfortable life for a few days, she wandered around. She had no regrets and never gave up. She accompanied her husband through the bumpy life. This kind of virtue and love should be regarded as the warmest bright color in Du Fu's poor career." A wisp of Mochen looked up at me and said, "Although there are too few such women in today's society, I am one."

I smiled bitterly, ah, are you not related to me?

"My grandfather lived for the country and the people all his life, but he was not ambitious. Especially in his later years, he was even more exiled to Jiangxiang. Before his death, he told my father: [I can't be tied with my distant ancestor, who is the Marquis of Yang. After death, I will be buried with him. When I was born with your mother, I will gather less and more, and I hope to live in the same place after death]."

"I see." A wisp of Mochen nodded and said, "Du Fu died in a foreign country. In order to fulfill his last wish, you are ready to take their bones back to the ancestral grave."

"Yes." Du Siye nodded and said, "After the death of my grandparents, our Du family has improved slightly after 40 years of development. Some time ago, I often dreamed of my grandfather. One night, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard the sound of horses' hoofs. I opened the window and looked at it, but a white-bearded veteran rode a tall horse to the courtyard, claiming to be a distant ancestor. Du Yu."

"I still don't understand what's going on. I saw my grandfather Du Fu and my grandmother Yang Shiying out. The white-bearded old general said, you and I have been living in a foreign country for a long time. I miss you very much. I'm here today. You go back with me, so that the whole family can be reunited." Du Siye said vividly, "At that time, I remember clearly that my grandfather was ecstatic, my grandmother bowed and saluted, and the veteran floated away."

"It's amazing..." A wisp of Mochen said in a daze,

"When I woke up at that time, I suddenly remembered my grandfather's last words, so I immediately asked my family to discuss it. Finally, I decided to take my grandfather's bones to Yanshi's grave and bury him with my grandmother." Du Siye finally said,

"I have a question." When he explained the whole story clearly, I frowned and said, "It's reasonable that it's your own business to transport the bones. Why do you need protection?"

"You don't know everything." Du Siye hesitated for a moment and finally said, "I said before that my grandfather can write and martial arts all his life, but the world only knows his achievements in literature, but does not know his achievements in martial arts."

"Oh." I suddenly fell in love with it and said excitedly, "Is there any other skills left by Elder Du Fu?"

"It doesn't matter. There is only one book of Du Fu's Poems." Du Siye took a look at me and said seriously, "But you don't have to cove it. Once you successfully escort me to Yanshi, I will give my hands to the Mochen heroine in this poem, which has nothing to do with you."

"I wipe..." I grinned,

"Boss Yu Wang, what's your expression?" A wisp of Mochen smiled and said, "When I complete the task, I will give you the poem book. Don't you owe me another favor?"

"It's better not to be a strange woman." Du Siye shook his head and said, "My grandfather is righteous, but he practices magic skills. Even if he gives him poetry and books, he can't practice it at all unless he is willing to give up magic skills and change evil spirits."

"It's impossible at all." It seems that I can't get any special rewards for this mission, but Mochen can get Du Fu's poetry book, which is actually quite good: "Because the martial artists in the mainland know that you have this poem book, so they want to kill you."

"Exact" Du Siye didn't hide it from me and said, "I was careful all the way, but I don't know why the news was leaked out. Today, I went down the stream. Several martial artists appeared on the ship. They asked me to hand over the bones and poetry books. I didn't listen."

"Well, they didn't kill you." I feel very surprised,

"In the dark, I have the guardian of a distant ancestor, which can be regarded as avoiding the disaster." Du Siye said with lingering flinching heart, "Just when they were about to attack me, a whirlwind suddenly came on the surface of the river, which made the sky dark and the hull of the boat was violently bumpy. The people on the boat stood still and blew all the warriors into the river. Just as they wanted to attack me in the water, the whirlwind rolled me into the air. After floating across the river, he landed safely on the shore.

"Ouch, I can testify about this." A wisp of Mochen smiled and said, "I originally wanted to upgrade at night. When I saw Mr. Du being chased and killed, I took care of those martial artists and took him into the pink field to rest. Then he wanted to ask me to escort him, so I came to you."

"The warrior who chases Mr. Du is not a player, but an NPC." I said,

"Oh, how do you know?" A wisp of Mochen looked at me in surprise and asked,

"Because..." I pointed to the front: "They came to the door again."

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There are different opinions about Du Fu's death. Some people die of illness, some people drown, some people say food poisoning, some people say indigestion. The latter two statements are more credible. Unfortunately, the story of a generation of literary giants who eats to death, and the whirlwind sends bones is also true.