My Weird Life

   Chapter 249 The Strange Theatre Troupe (12)

   The dark clouds cover the sky and the moon,

  In the dark woods, I could only hear some rustling movements.

as well as,

   A white paper lantern wobbly walking through the woods.

  The lantern emits a cold and faint light,

   gradually pierced through the woods,

   reflected the thin boy with a lantern - Su Wu,

   and the boy next to him.

   The little boy looked nervous and listened carefully to Su Wu's words: "It's almost time to reach the stage, and if it's a dark place over there,

   That is a great thing,

  Let's just go straight.

   If you see a woman in a red costume and a phoenix crown standing on the stage,

   You just unbuckle your pants and pee on her! "

  Su Wu told the little boy,

   These words were originally instructed by the master, but now they are used by him to teach the younger brothers.

   Peeing on the stage is better for a little boy.

  After all, in this kind of ghosts and ghosts, boy urine is the most effective.

   He is no longer a real boy.

   "As for the situation of an old monk on the stage,

  You don't need to pay attention,

   I can handle it. "Su Wu saw the little boy's tense face, as if he was very nervous, and did not continue to say more, lest the other party have to remember too many things, but he can't remember anything.

  The little boy nodded vigorously when he heard the words: "Brother, I will do as you say!"

   His palms hidden under the sleeves could not help but squeeze tightly,

   is working hard all over,

   was extremely tense.

   raised his head slightly, he saw the thin boy smiling at him, and his heart suddenly calmed down a lot.

   took a long breath,

   followed 'brother' step by step,

   Go forward along the dirt road,

   A large empty field surrounded by trees on three sides appeared on the side.

   glanced out of the corner of his eye,

   The little boy 'dog left' found,

  The big empty field was pitch-dark, and only some trees were swaying in the empty field with their shadows reflected by the dim sky.

   This should be the 'stage floor', right?

   A piece of black clunk,

Nothing at all,

   It looks like we can pass this way safely this time...

  The dog left thinking in his heart,

   is more relaxed.

  He looked up to see the face of his brother beside him,

   found that the other party looked solemn,

   From time to time, he looked sideways at the pitch-black big empty field.

  Gouzu also turned his head to look, but did not find any strange scene,

  —there is nothing over there,

  The little boy had a thought in his heart,

  In the pitch-dark space, there was a sudden sound of a gong beating!

   "Choke!"

  Two pale white ribbons suddenly hung down from the edge of the empty field,

  The white silk is connected to the swaying drapery like a cloud,

   An equally pale stage rose from the empty field,

   In the middle of the stage,

   The woman in plain clothes waving her sleeves,

  'her' face is clear,

   But it is difficult for people to remember the appearance of 'her',

   Lips do not move,

   sound came from her,

   With intense sadness!

  Let the little boy feel cold all over and numb his scalp!

   "The towers are separated into a permanent formula,

  The world has no chance to grow old together,

   I thought that the heaven and man would like to be a sweetheart,

  Who knows, the name on the marriage book is not marked,

  I really hope that you will help the old man come as a matchmaker,

  Who knows, the magpie did not report the crow's call,

   I really hope that the pipe, flute and flute will come to marry,

  Who knows, before reaching the Galaxy Broken Magpie Bridge,

   I really hope that the big red sedan chair will come to your house,

  Who knows, white clothes and plain clothes come to celebrate filial piety..."

  The opera spit out slowly from the woman's mouth,

   Clouds and smoke gather and disperse on the high platform,

   A tomb tower stands on the stage.

   The woman in white and plain clothes, her voice suddenly turned high-pitched: "Brother Liang—"

   "I don't see Brother Liang, see the grave!

   The sky and the earth can't be called back!

   Yingtai is determined to be difficult to change!

   How can I marry Ma Wencai! "

   "Brother Liang—"

   "You can't live and die together!"

   "You can't live and die together!"

   The plain-clothed woman on the stage, the voice bursting out of her throat pierced through the darkness,

   exploded in the ears of Xiaotongzi and Su Wu!

   The strong rhyme gathers into a torrent,

   suddenly spewed out of the tomb bag!

  The 'woman' in white and plain clothes rode the invisible torrent of rhythm, strolled through the void, and chased after the little boy and Su Wu!

   The two had already run a hundred steps away from the stage,

   But such a long distance,

  'She' is still there in the blink of an eye!

   Feeling the cold and biting breath behind him,

   The little boy couldn't help but turn around,

   Turn around,

   I saw a pale and stiff face that shook off the powder!

   Those gray-white dead fish eyes stared at the little boy!

   The little boy felt a chill in his heart,

  The invisible rhyme swept him up in an instant and dragged him to the grave on the stage!

   sensed that the rhyme behind him suddenly became strong,

   Su Wu thought in his heart for a moment - it seems that he needs to use his own power to get through this stage!

  —Master never said,

   There will be a girl in white and plain clothes singing "The Liang Zhu" on the stage!

   In this case,

   Pissing on her is obviously useless!

   When I thought about it,

  The hand of the ghoul quietly stretched out to the cuff,

   happened at this time,

   The withered yellow human skin paper stuck on Su Wu's chest suddenly fell off.

  It floats in the air,

   The strange rhythm swept over the withered pages,

   The indistinct handwriting on it suddenly became clearer.

  Su Wu gave a startling glance,

   caught a glimpse of all the content on the human skin!

   Those words are like a data stream, and he can read all the data content at a glance!

   'The tricky troupe...'

  'Sometimes there are people from poor families who work in lowly professions and specialize in the entertainment industry of entertaining people, so as to make a living.

  The country is in decline, the people's livelihood is withering,

   In a township and a town, more than half of the villagers perished.

   To tell the dead,

   Local theatre troupes are often invited to sing for the dead.

   One of them is a theatre troupe named 'Zhao Family Ban',

   When singing a ghost show somewhere,

   In one night, the theatre troupe, from the head of the class to the apprentices, disappeared without a trace.

   Six years later,

  The Zhao family class reappeared somewhere in the southwest,

   is already a trick troupe...'

  'The current troupe aria - "Liang Zhu - Crying Graves". ’

  ‘Can be parodyed aria - "Farewell My Concubine". ’

   Parody?

   Farewell My Concubine?

What?

  The lines of writing on the withered yellow paper flowed through Su Wu's heart,

  The quirky heart that was imprisoned in the wheel of his heart, suddenly exuded traces of quirky rhythm, soaking the withered yellow paper.

follow closely,

   Black and white two-color pigments appeared on the withered yellow paper,

  The whole human skin becomes an oval shape,

   Black and white are interwoven on it,

   suddenly turned into a face mask of Peking Opera,

  The steel fork has no double face!

   This Facebook **** was posted on Su Wu's face,

  The cowhide thangka robe on his body changed accordingly and turned into a set of fish scale costumes with black as the background.

   Relying on flags, leaning boards, leaning on poles and other costumes are readily available,

  Shut up—

   The gloomy and mysterious rhyme washed the generals behind him and fluttered in the wind with the flag!

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa-"

   There was a long whistle from Su Wu's mouth,

   then turned around suddenly,

   grabbed the arm of the woman in white and plain clothes,

   The strange rhythm flowing around was stagnant due to his action,

   The dog left who was about to be dragged into the grave, and the strange rhyme was frozen, and he regained his freedom, and even rolled and crawled away from the strange rhyme!

   "Concubine!"

  Su Wu recited in his mouth,

  The quirky rhythm of the heart infiltrates the strong rhyme of the 'Stupid Opera Troupe',

   made it reverse and swept the girl who was chasing Su Wu, and turned her pale white costume into a goose-yellow cloak, wearing a crimson costume inside, and the crown of her head and face was very different from before!

   "The state of Chu is on all sides and singing, it must be Liu Bang who won the land of Chu!"

   "Lonely! The general trend is over—"

   Two paragraphs of chanting spit out from Su Wu's mouth,

   He never studied drama,

   However, the emphasis, eyes, movements, etc. are all scored exactly right now,

   is like an 'old drama bone'!

  'So this is a parody...'

   Thoughts swirled in his heart, Su Wu allowed the withered yellow paper to mobilize the quirky rhythm of his heart, hooked up with the cowhide thangka robe, and directed his body to make various movements.

   He said in a few paragraphs,

   Opposite the girl with light rouge makeup turned pale: "Ah, Your Majesty!"

   "According to Gu,

   Today is you and me—

  The day of separation..."

   recite white to the end,

   is a sad sigh.

   This sigh has a long aftertaste,

   In the sigh,

   The strange rhythms around are all involved and guided by the strange rhythms of the heart,

   merged into the lantern that fell on the ground,

  The lanterns burst into flames,

   Su Wu flicked his sleeves,

  The female swindler turned back instantly,

   On the stage in the distant woods,

   There was a sound of beating and beating.

   then suddenly disappeared.

   There is still a big empty field by the side,

   I can't see the troupe,

   Not to mention any witches.

  Su Wu looked at the lanterns burning on the ground, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face—the withered yellow human skin paper fell off his face,

  The cowhide thangka robe on his body was restored to tattered clothes,

   In his hand, he was holding that piece of human skin that was closely connected to the heart, and now showed inexplicable abilities.

   bring it close to the lantern fire,

   The wisps were invisible and intangible, but the breath that existed in Su Wu's senses flowed out as the lantern flame burned with a strange rhythm, and flowed into the withered yellow paper.

   So, a series of handwriting appeared on the paper.

   "In the year 1705 of the solar calendar,

  My wife is dead!

  A weak scholar who only writes obscenities and clichés, just to make people cry,

   Wife dies in person,

   is powerless,

pain! pain! pain!

   I wish I couldn't kill the monster and then hurry up! "

   A few columns of scribbled and somewhat illegible traditional characters flashed across the vellum, and then gradually disappeared.

  Leaving Su Wu holding the human skin paper,

   frowned in thought.

   These handwritings that appeared at the moment, the tone of their master's speech, was different from the tone of the handwriting that appeared on the human skin paper that he had seen for the first time.

   This man, like an ancient man,

   Witnessed the death of his wife,

   Wife may still be killed by trickery,

   So sad and indignant.

Judging from his self-proclaimed 'weak scholar, who only writes obscenities and clichés and makes people cry', he may have been a scholar who wrote operas for opera troupes—this is Su Wu's combination of human skin and paper to allow himself to have 'plays' Imitation 'the ability to make judgments.

certainly,

   In fact, compared to scholars who write operas,

   The one who left writing on the human skin is more likely to be a 'novelist'.

  Because Su Wu had read the first paragraph of text left by the human skin,

   The owner of the writing said he was dead,

  There is a worthless novelist who wrote a lot of **** about him...

   From these two paragraphs of writing,

  It can probably be concluded that the human skin paper does not just record the past of a 'person',

   A novelist and the self-reported language of a 'person' who was written and painted by the novelist had already appeared on it.

   (end of this chapter)