My Death God Roommate

This enthusiastic farmer was called Zhang Tianbao, and he was full of food and clothing.

For farmers who depend on heaven for food, this name entrusts the love and blessings of his elders.

I don’t know if it’s the name, or Zhang Tianfeng is a good manager. In addition to 100 acres of fertile land, he also has a pig farm. His family is one of the best in Xiaohua Village.

When they arrived at Zhang Tianfeng's home, Mu Rong and others knew what the "three tiled houses" was in the mouth of the farm uncle.

The three small two-story buildings connected together are beautifully repaired. Behind the house is a large vegetable plot. The front yard is shared by three households. There is a big wolf dog tied to it, and some stupid chickens are raised.

Zhang Tianfeng pointed to the two empty buildings and said with emotion: "This one is for my eldest son to use for his marriage and wives. The one over there is for my youngest daughter. I originally wanted to stay next door. The village or the same village chooses a young man who is hardworking and willing to work, and there is no need for the other party to insert the door. We don’t need to do anything, as long as we can live with us, hey... They both don’t want to come back. The eldest son talked about a girl in Gwangju My friend, my daughter wants to stay in the capital, but she won't come back."

Zhang Tianshou sighed heavily, and walked forward with his hands on his back, a little hunchback.

"Come in, the meal should be ready, Guilan, there are guests at home."

A small pot of steamed potatoes, corn and eggplants, whole grains soaked in water, big chunks of steamed buns, and a few peasant dishes that look dark.

Five people who had been hungry for a day swept away the food on the table.

Zhang Tianfeng sat cross-legged on the kang, with a jar of low-grade sorghum wine in front of him, and looked at the five people with a smile.

Gui Lan also smiled. The two hadn't experienced this kind of excitement for a long time. The eldest son couldn't come back for the New Year. He had to come back from vacation. After graduation, he was afraid that he would be as busy as her brother.

After eating, Zhang Tianbao went to work and sent Guilan to take Mu Rong and others to the theater.

Although Guilan agreed, her expression was a little unnatural. When Zhang Tianbao was gone, she closed the door and said sensibly, "I persuade you to stop going. I listened to Wu from the west of the village. My aunt said, the theater has been haunted these days!"

The five exchanged their eyes, sat back, and looked at Guilan like a curious baby: "Auntie, we are college students with higher education. There are no ghosts in the world. Don't scare yourself."

Guilan heard this and slapped her thigh with angrily: "You boys are too courageous. That's because there are high-rise buildings in the city, and there is no place for ghosts to hide. We are not in the countryside or in the city. same!"

Sang Tong smiled: Does this aunt seem to really understand?

"Then tell us, what a haunting method?"

Gui Lan cleared her throat and looked serious and serious: "There is a theater in the west of our village. It has been around for quite a while. It seems to be a Shaoxing opera troupe during the warlord melee period. At that time, Peking Opera was in the lead. Not many people knew about Shaoxing. The class leader is also a powerful character. He took the people under his hands and smashed into the sky. From the hands of so many famous Peking opera actors, he grabbed a few positions. The class leader was from our Xiaohua Village. When I got older, I spent my whole life traveling from the south to the north. I wanted to return to the roots of the fallen leaves, so I brought the team back to our Xiaohua Village. Later, the team passed down from generation to generation. Twenty years ago, when I first married, there was nothing left in the theater. Yes, but the village head thinks that a village always has a bit of history, so the trick club is preserved, and an old widower in the village who can't do anything can be watched in there and take care of the old things."

"You mean haunted?"

"That old widower likes to drink and gets drunk every night. Fortunately, there is nothing of value in the theater. One night when he got up at night and heard someone singing Shaoxing opera, his drunk didn't think in that direction. I slept until the next day. I thought about it for a while and was scared. I reported the incident to the village chief. Later, it was not only the watchman, but many people in the west of the village heard it. It is said that the singing is good."

"Apart from hearing the sound, nothing else happened in the village, right?"

"That's not true. Go to the west of the village and look at both sides carefully. Every household has a red string and talisman paper. The west is empty at night. You listen to me, don't go."

"Since the sound can only be heard at night, we should be fine when we go during the day. To find Xiaohuacun, we took the car for a day. It's a shame not to go see it."

"All right, I will show you all over."

Sang Tong smiled and said, "No aunt, just tell us how to go. The theater should be easy to find. We will come back before dark."

"That way, go straight along this road when you go out. When you see a three-way road, go to the left and keep walking until you reach it. If you can't find you, just find someone to ask, everyone in the village knows."

"Thank you."

The five came to the legendary haunted theater, and as Guilan said, there was really nothing to see.

The pure wooden structure building is old and improperly maintained, and it has completely lost its style of the past. At a distance, it looks like an abandoned house or a man-made haunted house.

The plaque hanging at the door could barely recognize the three characters "Huaimengyuan".

The internal structure is clear at a glance. There are a total of three rooms, the main room in the middle, and the east and west side rooms on the left and right sides. There is an old laurel tree with a crooked neck in the courtyard. The stone slabs in the courtyard are almost incomplete.

The east and west wing rooms were all locked, and Mu Rong asked, "What are the locks here?"

"It's all the old things in this garden, actors' outfits and things like that. The last performance in this garden was 20 years ago. It seems...tsk, I can't remember it. It seems to have something to do with this troupe. An old lady of's birthday, oh, that day, the garden was beautiful. The actors were seconded from all over the world. After the performance, the clothes were sealed in a box, and the two wing rooms were never opened again. Do you want to write materials? Come on, I will show you some good things."

Sang Tong winked at Zeng Tianhan, who put his arms around the groom's shoulders: "Where is it? Take me to see if the old man smokes?"

Su Sifang and Sang Tong stayed in the backyard, and the other three followed the guard to see "good things."

The guard received a pack of cigarettes from Zeng Tianhan and smiled happily. No one in this village respected him so much.

Standing on the stool, he pulled a dusty old-fashioned leather bag from the closet, blew the dust on it, and took out a photo album from the leather bag.

"I don't show it to ordinary people. You are college students, and you are polite to show it to you."

Open the album, the first photo is an enlarged black-and-white photo, the lower right corner is the blurred stamping signature, in the middle of the photo stands a lean man in military uniform with a mustache, one left and one right They are two women who are dressed up.

The guard lit a cigarette and pointed to the photo to explain: "This is Wu Admiration, do you know who it is? Standing on these two sides is the first-generation stage pillar of this troupe. On the left, Jia Baoyu looks like Qin Huai. Ann, Daiyu on the right is Zhuang Diemeng. At that time, the owner of the garden led the team from north to south. When they went to Penglai to perform, God opened their eyes. Mr. Wu happened to be in the yard to listen to the drama. At that time, the group was not well-known. I was scheduled for a show, and the time was not very good, but Mr. Wu liked this'Daiyu Burial Flower' very much, and gave it a big reward, and the theater crew became a hit."

"Later, Mr. Wu arranged a seven-day special show in Penglai, and the venue was full. At the end of the seventh day, this Daiyu funeral flower was the finale. After the singing, Mr. Wu invited the newspaper to take the photo. It was also the first. a photograph."

The guardian turned to the second picture, and the owner of the photo is still these two pillars, Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng.

When filming, the two were acting. It was Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu sitting on a dead wood shelf, holding a volume together. "Daiyu" was fascinated by it, but "Baoyu" looked at "Daiyu" affectionately.

Sang Yu's heart jumped. Although the photos were not very clear, Qin Huaian's eyes were frozen.

In her eyes: Except for Zhuang Mengdie, there is nothing else in the entire world; the affectionate eyes reflect Baoyu's affection for Daiyu.

The number of photos is not large, there are only seven in total, and three photos of Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng.

In the last picture, the two stand on the stage holding hands, looking at each other affectionately, captured by the camera, and become eternal.

"How about it, precious or precious? This trip is not in vain, right?"

"Uncle, I want to ask, what happened to this pair of pillars?"

The bridegroom breathed out the smoke ring and squinted comfortably: "Later, I married each other? No matter how popular the actors of that era, they were only inferior. They were either a concubine of a wealthy family or a rich man. It’s good luck to marry an ordinary person’s dowry to be a main house."

Sang Yu couldn't help but let out an "ah", feeling a little pity in her heart: she felt that the two people, Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng, shouldn't be like this.

Sang Tong secretly opened the locks of the two wing rooms with a spell, walked inside and inspected it carefully, but did not see any dirt.

She looked at the compass in her hand, and it showed that everything was normal, but she had a strange feeling. Perhaps this feeling was related to the sound of singing in the theater at night.

But why can't the yin and yang eyes see the dirt? So what is the singing thing?

Could it be that the actor's outfit has become refined? Impossible, if that is the case, you can only see the costumes dancing at most, and you will not hear the singing. Could it be that the spirit of a certain actor stays in this garden? But why can't I see it?

The author has something to say: The updates are a bit late these days, hey.

This is a poignant love story, even if you guess the ending, I will write it~