The first time in history

Qian Mingduo had been watching all this from a high slope. Standing on the bank of the Wujiang River, he witnessed with his own eyes Xiang Yu and Yu Ji committing suicide, and his heart was filled with emotions.

He was shocked by the heroism and determination of the scene before his eyes. Xiang Yu, once the Overlord of Western Chu, was now at the end of his life.

The tragic end of the hero deeply touched Qian Mingduo's heart. Looking at Xiang Yu's unyielding spirit, Qian Mingduo could not help but sigh that the hero's glory and end were so hasty.

Yu Ji's suicide moved him even more. What kind of deep love and loyalty could make a woman follow her lover without hesitation at the moment of life and death?

Qian Mingduo thought a lot about the love and responsibility in the world, which seemed so precious and fragile in front of this scene of life and death.

The surging water of Wujiang River seemed to be telling the vicissitudes and helplessness of history. Qian Mingjiu stood there for a long time, his heart full of emotion for this legendary couple.

"Summer Quatrains" - Li Qingzhao

Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.So far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Qian Mingduo let the horse go, feeling extremely disappointed. A thunderclap sounded in the sky, and the horse was startled and ran quickly down the slope.

Suddenly, the horse stumbled and threw Qian Mingduo out. He fell heavily to the ground and his consciousness became blurred. Until his eyes went black.

Qian Mingduo had been sitting at his desk for a long time, but he couldn't calm down. He told himself not to think about the tragedy he had just witnessed.

He picked up the phone on the table, and Lin Leilei's phone number popped up in his mind again. He wanted to make another call and try.

Unfortunately, his phone ran out of battery, so he charged it. The blind box in front of him emitted a dazzling light.

"What does this mean?" Qian Ming asked in his mind, "Do you want me to take down another one? Okay... take down one!"

——Lin'an, scholar.

Qian Mingduo looked at the words on the note and nodded, "Since you asked me to go to Lin'an... then let's go and take a look!"

A small courtyard, two old tiled houses. The wooden doors and windows had long lost their former luster, and the window paper was in tatters.

Two hens were leisurely pecking here and there in the yard. In the southeast corner of the yard was a tall persimmon tree, with fallen leaves all over the ground. Bright red persimmons were hanging on the tree.

Qian Mingduo walked into the room and saw an old desk and a broken chair. The chair had a broken leg and was padded with a few bluestones. A bookshelf leaned crookedly against one wall, and the books on it were neatly stacked.

There was a jar in the corner of the room. Qian Mingduo took off the lid and found only a little bit of noodles inside. The stove beside the jar had been extinguished long ago, and there was a little water in the pot.

There was only a brick bed in the inner room, with bedding piled on it. The autumn wind blew, and the window paper made a "crackling" sound. Qian Mingduo could not help but wrap himself tightly.

He was wearing a blue-gray robe with a piece of pudding on his right elbow. Although the clothes were worn out, they were still clean.

"It seems that this scholar's life... is quite busy!" Qian Mingduo stood on the stone steps in front of the door and looked around.

Outside the wall on the left is a river with a few tall willow trees on the bank. In front is a lake with the evening sun shining on the shimmering surface of the lake. There is also a small courtyard on the right, which seems to be a shared wall between the two families.

Qian Mingduo stood on tiptoe and looked into the yard. The yard was very clean. There were two wooden stakes on the right side of the wall, with a thick bamboo pole on top. The window frames were newly pasted with light pink window paper, and the wooden door looked like it had just been painted, shiny and glossy.

Qian Mingduo walked out of the yard. The bank in front of the door was planted with willow trees. On the right side, along the lake bank, there were several families living far apart, while he and his neighbors were at the end of this path.

Qian Mingduo's stomach growled, and he finally felt a little hungry. He walked back to the courtyard, stood under the persimmon tree, and looked at the bright red ripe persimmons.

He found a bamboo pole, knocked down a persimmon, and held it with the front of his clothes. He blew away the dust on the persimmon and ate it in one bite. This pollution-free, pesticide-free persimmon was really delicious to Qian Mingduo.

Soon, there were more than a dozen persimmons in his lapel.

"Can you sell me a few?" A soft voice came from the neighbor's wall.

Qian Mingduo turned his head and saw a woman standing under the eaves, looking at him across the courtyard wall shared by the two families.

Qian Mingduo blinked and looked at the persimmons in his lapel. "You mean... do you want to buy some persimmons?"

"Yes!" The woman nodded slightly.

Qian Mingduo threw away the bamboo pole in his hand and stepped onto the stone steps in front of the door. He walked to the courtyard wall and said, "If you want to eat, I'll give you some. You don't need to buy them!"

He grabbed two or three persimmons in one hand and raised his head to hand them to the woman. Qian Mingduo's raised hand stopped in mid-air. This woman, who was about 30 years old, was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes were clear and deep, and her slightly upturned mouth corners held a gentle smile. Her skin was as delicate as porcelain, and her hair was casually tied up. Even coarse clothes could not hide her graceful figure.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her face, making her skin as soft and smooth as mutton-fat jade, with a beautiful blush on her face.

Her beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in her unique temperament. Gentle and peaceful!

"Oh! Here's the money." The woman saw Qian Mingduo's hand hovering in the air and thought he was waiting for her to give him money, so she took out a few copper coins. "I wonder if it's enough?"

"No... I said it's free." Qian Mingduo placed a few persimmons in his hand on the wall, and then grabbed a few more and put them on top. "This thing is not worth much money. If you want to eat it, you can call me anytime and I will pick it for you."

The woman smiled and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you couldn't bear to eat it and wanted to sell it at the market?"

Qian Mingduo nodded, "Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today. This thing has no pesticides or fertilizers, keep it for yourself!"

The woman glanced at Qian Mingduo, put a few copper coins on the wall, put all the persimmons in a small bamboo plate, smiled at him, and turned to go into the house.

Qian Mingduo sighed deeply. He didn't expect that in this village with only a few households, there would be such an incredibly beautiful woman.

He shook his head in disbelief and walked into the house. He put all the persimmons in his lapel on the kang. He leaned cross-legged on the quilt, frowning as he was choked by the smell of rotten sweat.

"My friend! How long has it been since you last washed your bedding?" Qian Mingduo sighed softly, "How can you cover up this fucking smell?"

Qian Mingduo took out the cotton wool from the quilt and found a wooden basin. He walked up to the lake bank, filled the basin with water, put the outer cover of the quilt into the basin and rubbed it vigorously.

The last ray of afterglow in the sky also disappeared. Qian Mingduo looked back while washing. The neighbor lit a candle, which made the window paper look pink.