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When a group of fat houses hurt each other, the plot on stage has entered the second half.

Looking at the dilapidated small temple and the headless statue of the Dragon King on the altar, the old man's eyes became blurred;

"I still remember how magnificent it was when I was young! Whenever there was a temple fair, people from ten miles and eight villages would gather in front of this temple. At that time, walking on the small street in front of the temple fair was full of happy people. There are also selling Candied fruit, sugar blowers, dragon lantern dancers, and stilt walkers. Nowadays

well. There is only one lonely soul who has left his hometown dozens of times, and "

The old man looked at the puppet girl beside him.

"And this speechless, icy-cold dead thing that seduces people for a lifetime!"

Following the old man's long sigh full of regret, the cluster of bonfires in the temple that had been floating like ghosts finally burned out.

The flames were extinguished, and the chill that was carried by the wind and snowflakes into the ruined temple could no longer be resisted.

Feeling the bone-piercing cold eroding his old body, looking at the dark world beyond the ruined temple that could no longer evoke a trace of memory, the old man shed two lines of dirty tears.

He looked at the puppet girl beside him with tears in the corners of his eyes and a gentle smile, anger and remorse rose in his eyes.

"It's all a puppet's mistake to waste a lifetime! Alone and old, I still have to suffer from the cold. It's useless, it's better to burn it to keep warm!"

"Old man!"

Seeing the old man pick up the dead branch with flames and throw it at the puppet girl on the red carpet at his feet, passers-by jumped up in shock.

He wanted to block it, but in the end he was a step too slow.

The puppet girl's costume ignited when it encountered fire, and within a few breaths, it was glowing red!

"No! Damn it!"

"Brother, don't get excited, that's your wife!"

"Damn it, you failed in your own life, why are you taking your anger out on the figurines?!"

"I'm crying when I'm angry, I can take over if you don't want it, don't burn it!"

As the fire rose from the stage, the fat houses in the audience exploded!

But at this moment, suddenly, the old man on the stage scolded, and the young passers-by stopped fighting the fire—time on the stage seemed to be frozen.

There was a melodious musical prelude on the booth.

Amid everyone's astonishment, the puppet girl on the stage, who had maintained the same posture from beginning to end, moved slightly.

She was divided into two; one still maintained a posture with drooping shoulders and bowed head, like a boneless posture. The other one slowly walked in front of the old man with tears in his eyes.

Looking at the old man who was dressed in rags and was still in the posture of throwing torches with both hands, she gently raised her hands.

"Laughing at someone who is proud of his beauty, how can he match if he has no heart.

The sound of the bell was crisp, and the lights between the curtains were faint.

You and I are a perfect match. "

During the euphemistic monologue, those white and translucent palms gently stroked the old man's old face.

Seeing the puppet girl's spirit come out of the body, tears gradually formed in the eyes of the fat houses.

"It's the original sin without you, and it's a good match without the heart.

You are ragged and I painted, walking side by side through mountains and waters.

You are haggard, I will be bright for you. "

As if expressing her heart to her lover, the puppet girl gently looked at the sad and distorted face of the old man, and gently leaned her head with the flower hairpin and tassels on the old man's shoulder.

"It was you who kissed away the pen and ink, stained the corners of my eyes with tears, and played the parting and reunion meeting for whom are the joys and sorrows.

They misunderstood in a devious way, but I am only at your disposal. How can there be more perfection in the world? "

As the interlude of the background music came to an end, the puppet on the stage on the second floor, which had been engulfed by the fire, raised its head mechanically with the steaming firelight!

Accompanied by the gentle fluttering of her sleeves, a tactful and affectionate voice came out on the booth of the beep station like an arrow piercing the clouds;

"The orchid finger twists the world of mortals like water, and everything on the three-foot red platform is like a song.

Singing goodbye for a long time is not sad, and the very red place turns into ashes.

May who remember who, the best age"

"Fuck!"

Along with the drama, the nerds and nerds in the audience who had already been affected by the plot burst into tears instantly.

"It's so beautiful, Nima!"

"How could such a cruel person burn such a beautiful wife!"

"Shouldn't I be laughing out loud watching sand sculptures destroying my wife? Why am I so fucking crying!"

"Damn it, I thought Master Xin would be able to restrain himself when facing the audience. I underestimated his puffiness! Master Xin, don't leave after stepping down, and watch me give you the boy's urine that I have treasured for twenty-four years!"

on stage.

The ghost of the puppet girl is still leaning on the old man's shoulder, unlike the dullness just now, she is now like a lover who is about to part with her beloved, her face is full of nostalgia.

The incomparably crystal clear tears reflected by the light of the fire had already wet the old man's shoulders.

"As soon as you lead me, I dance like flying, and as soon as you lead me, I know how to advance and retreat.

Suffering and happiness follow, every move does not violate.

Turn humility and gentleness into absolutes.

You are wrong and I refuse to be right. You are ignorant and I am ignorant.

I never wither when you are dry, and I dare not get tired when you are tired. What can I use to warm you for a thousand years? "

On the lower stage, the body of the puppet is already dancing like flying!

"The wind and snow are faintly autumnal, and the tail of your hair is white, and the lights are bright, kneading your eyebrows.

If you give up a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you.

It turns into ashes in the mist, but it can also go. Perfect, beautiful. "

As the last line of the opera was sung, time on the stage resumed its flow.

Seeing the charming and gentle spirit standing in front of him, the old man and the passers-by were stunned as he silently expressed his reluctance with tears all over his face.

In the astonishment of the old man, Lingmei smiled sadly and bowed down.

Immediately, it disappeared in front of him.

The puppet girl who became dull again under her feet was finally completely swallowed by the flames.

The fire burned for a long, long time.

It wasn't until the fish-belly white lighted up on the stage that the red flame was about to be extinguished.

Looking at the ashes scattered by the wind in the empty ruined temple, the old man squatted down slowly.

He covered his old face.

A heart-piercing cry resounded through his fingers in the silent exhibition hall.

"It's warm."

The last cluster of ashes swept across his shoulders with the wind, like a hand gently brushing in farewell.

"Lonely!"

The mournful howling resounded through Hall No. 1, echoing in bursts.

Everyone in the pavilion, including tourists and other staff who were attracted by the crowd to watch the excitement, felt that howling was pierced into their hearts like a sharp knife.

Heartache is like a knife!

In the silence, the world on the stage finally brightened.

Creak, creak, creak.

The old man who was really alone walked away like a lonely soul in the vast world.

In the ruined temple, the young passer-by watched him gradually transform into a point between heaven and earth, and silently took out his writing brush and letter.

"Yu Shao can see ghosts, and tasted it in Xueyeye Temple. He mentioned a puppet, with ragged hair, and only held a puppet, which was very finely made, like a delicate girl, with tears in his eyelashes, arousing pity.

At that time, Yuntong was mad at the snow, and the two faced the fire side by side. Weng said: When I was young, I liked to watch the silk-drawing show, and indulged in the skill of panling puppets. It's fun. But he has been wandering all his life, living with nothing to do and no partner, and the only companion is a puppet.

Weng talked and wept, and Yu Wen explained it, begging him to play panling music, a puppet show with silk, performed on a three-foot red cotton, singing and singing, the puppet looked forward to the gods, although the make-up painted a sad face She is absolutely charming.

At the end of the song, Weng hugged the puppet, made a smile, and felt angry for a while, saying: "The puppet has misunderstood all my life, the weather is cold, and winter clothes are difficult to buy. If you are so poor, it is better to burn."

Then he threw himself into the fire angrily. I stopped and didn't make it, I fell down and sighed.

Suddenly, I saw the puppet in the fire rising up gracefully, bowing and bowing farewell, looking like a stranger, with tears on the painted face, bursting out with a smile, and disappearing in the bonfire. The fire will not be extinguished until dawn. "

As the lines of cursive script gradually scrolled on the big screen, the young man put away his pen, lifted his burden, and walked out into the vast world.

As he walked away, all the lights on the stage gradually dimmed.

"Drawing the Silk Play", the end.

Snapped.

slap.

coax!

As the splashed ink characters slowly emerged on the screen, the scene exploded!