公元311年十一月十五日深夜,寒風淒厲,漫天飛雪

“魂兮......”

“歸來......”

“何為乎四方些......”

“魂兮歸來......”

“舍君之樂處......”

“而離彼不祥些......”

“魂兮歸來......”

“無東無西......”

“無南無北......”

“極目千里兮......”

“傷心悲......”

“魂兮......”

“歸來......”

“歸故鄉......”改編自《楚辭》中的《招魂》一篇。)

一隻飽經風霜的大手......

輕撫著那冰涼而又粗糙的靈柩......

那滿目的悲慼......

還有瘮人的吟唱......

無一不讓明月的寒毛倒豎......

從未聽說過賈彥度對鞠特有如此深厚之誼......

難道這兩人作為曾經一生的對手,反而有著旁人無法理解的惺惺相惜?!

不然這吟唱之聲......

為何如此淒涼......

如此孤寂......

明月低頭看了看案几上賈彥度改了又改的祭文......

那一句句發自肺腑的言辭......

無一不讓人潸然淚下......

“鞠特啊鞠特......,真沒想到......,你這老小子竟然先我一步而去?!”

“都說我賈彥度如今叱吒風雲,號令群雄,甚是風光無限......”

“可又有誰能明白?!”

“這舉目四望......”

“那當年英豪......”

“竟是......”

“只剩下老夫一人......”

“如今......”

“君在棺中......”

“匹在“火”中......”

“所吟《招魂》......”

“猶如共勉......”