In the dark forest, only some rustling sounds can be heard.
as well as,
A white paper lantern sways through the woods.
The lantern emits a cold and faint light,
Gradually passing through the woods,
The skinny young man holding a lantern, Su Wu, is reflected.
And the little boy next to him.
The little boy looked nervous and listened carefully to Su Wu's words: "We are almost at the stage level ahead. It will be dark in a while.
That's a great thing,
Let's just go directly.
If you see a woman in red costume and phoenix crown standing on the stage,
Just take off your belt and pee on her!"
Su Wu warned the little boy,
Originally these words were told by his master, but now he uses them to teach his younger brother.
It's better for a little boy to do a job like peeing on the stage.
After all, among all these mysterious things, child urine is the most effective.
He is no longer a real boy.
"As for the situation where an old monk appears on the stage,
You don't need to pay attention,
Just let me handle it." Su Wu saw the little boy's tense face, as if he was very nervous, so he didn't say any more, lest the other party would have to remember too many things and not remember anything at all.
The little boy nodded vigorously when he heard this: "Brother, I will definitely do what you say!"
His palms hidden under his sleeves couldn't help but squeeze tightly,
My whole body is working hard,
My mind was extremely tense.
He raised his head slightly and saw the thin boy smiling at him, and suddenly he felt much calmer inside.
Take a long breath,
Follow ‘brother’ step by step,
Go forward along the dirt road,
A large open space surrounded by trees on three sides appeared on the side.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye,
The little boy ‘Gousheng’ discovered,
It was pitch dark over the empty field, with only some trees reflected in the dim skylight, swaying in the empty field.
This should be the ‘stage terrace’, right?
A dark patch,
Nothing at all,
It seems that we can get through here safely this time...
Gou Sheng was thinking in his mind,
More relaxed.
He raised his head to see the face of his brother next to him,
But he found that the other party looked solemn,
From time to time, I glanced sideways at the large, dark empty space.
Gou Sheng also turned around to look, but didn't find anything strange happening.
——There is nothing over there,
The little boy had a thought in his mind,
In the dark empty space, the sound of a gong was suddenly heard!
"choke!"
Two pale white silk ribbons suddenly hung down from the edge of the empty field,
The white silk fabric is connected with swaying cloud-like curtains,
A similarly pale stage rose from the empty field,
In the middle of the stage,
A woman in plain clothes sways her sleeves,
‘Her’ face is clear,
But it’s hard for people to remember ‘her’ appearance,
lips do not move,
The sound came out of her,
With great sadness!
It makes the little boy feel cold all over and his scalp feels numb!
"Farewell on the balcony becomes an eternal farewell,
We have no destiny to grow old together in this world,
I originally thought that God and humans would like to become a couple,
Who knew that the name in the marriage book was not marked?
I really hope that you will be the matchmaker,
Who knows, the magpie did not report the crow's call,
I really hope that sheng, flute and flute will come to marry me,
Who knows, before we reach the Milky Way and break the Magpie Bridge,
I really hope that the big red sedan chair will come to your home,
Who knows, white clothes and plain clothes come to express filial piety..."
The joke slowly came out of the woman's mouth,
The clouds and smoke dispersed on the high platform,
A tomb stands on the platform.
The woman in white clothes suddenly turned to a high-pitched voice: "Brother Liang——"
“If you don’t see Brother Liang, you will see the tomb!
Calling heaven and earth to call you back!
The determination of Britain and Taiwan is hard to change!
How can I marry Ma Wencai!"
"Brother Liang——"
"We cannot live and die together!!"
"We cannot live and die together!!"
The woman in plain clothes on the stage, the tone bursting from her throat pierced the darkness,
It exploded in the ears of the little boy and Su Wu!
The strong charm gathered into a torrent,
Suddenly burst out from that tomb!
The 'woman' in white clothes was riding the invisible torrent of charm, walking in the void, pursuing the little boy and Su Wu!
The two of them had already rushed out of the stage a hundred steps away,
But such a long distance,
‘She’ is still here in the blink of an eye!
Feeling the cold and biting breath behind me,
The little boy couldn't help but turned back,
Looking back,
I saw a pale, stiff face with powder shaken off!
Those pair of gray-white dead fish eyes were staring at the little boy!
The little boy felt a chill in his heart,
The invisible charm instantly swept him up and dragged him backwards towards the grave on the stage!
Feeling the strange charm behind me suddenly become stronger,
Su Wu suddenly thought in his heart - it seems that he needs to use his own cunning power to get through this hurdle!
——Master never said,
There will be a female ghost dressed in white on the stage, singing "Butterfly Lovers"!
In this case,
Peeing on her is obviously useless!
As soon as I think about it,
The hand of the corpse ghost quietly stretched out to the cuff,
It just so happened that at this time,
The withered yellow human skin paper attached to Su Wu's chest suddenly fell off.
It floats in mid-air,
The sweeping charm soaked the withered yellow pages,
The writing on it, which was so blurry that it was completely unclear, suddenly gradually became clear.
Su Wu took a surprised look,
Just caught a glimpse of all the contents on the human skin paper!
Those words were like a stream of data. He could read all the data content just by looking at it!
'The trick troupe...'
“Sometimes there are people who come from poor families and work in lowly professions, specializing in the art of acting to please others, in order to make a living.
The country is in decline, the people's livelihood is in decline,
In each township and town, more than half of the villagers perished.
To inform the souls of the dead,
Many local opera troupes are hired to perform operas for the souls of the dead.
Among them is a theater troupe called ‘Zhao Family Troupe’.
When singing a ghost show somewhere,
One night, everyone in the troupe, from the leader to the apprentices, disappeared without a trace.
Six years later,
Zhao Jiaban reappeared somewhere in the southwest,
Already a trickster...'
‘The current sleight of hand troupe’s aria - "Butterfly Lovers - Weeping at the Grave".'
'A parody 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 strangeness of his heart that was imprisoned in the wheel of his heart suddenly emitted wisps of strange charm, infiltrating the withered yellow paper.
follow closely,
Colorful black and white paint appeared on the withered yellow human skin paper.
The entire human skin becomes oval,
Black and white are intertwined on it,
Suddenly turned into a Peking Opera facial makeup,
Steel fork has no double face!
This facial makeup was stuck on Su Wu's face,
The cowhide thangka robe on his body changed accordingly, turning into a complete set of fish scale costumes with a black background.
Flags, boards, poles and other accessories are all available.
Oh no!
The cold and treacherous charm washed away the military commander behind him and fluttered his flag in the wind!
"Wow ah ah ah -"
A long roar came from Su Wu's mouth,
Then he turned around suddenly,
He grabbed the arm of the female concubine in white clothes,
The rhymes flowing around him were stagnated by his movement.
Gou Sheng, who was about to be dragged into the grave, was frozen in Juiyun during this time, and regained his freedom, crawling away from Juiyun!
"Concubine!"
Su Wu muttered:
The strange charm of the heart is soaked in the strong charm of the "Sly Troupe",
It swept the female spy who was pursuing Su Wu in reverse direction, turning her pale costume into a goose-yellow cloak, wearing a crimson costume underneath, and her head and face crown were also very different from before!
"Chu is surrounded on all sides. With the sound of singing, Liu Bang must have won the land of Chu!"
"Gu! The situation is over -"
Two paragraphs of words came out of Su Wu's mouth,
He never studied drama,
However, the current emphasis, eyes, movements, etc. are all perfectly executed.
He is like an ‘old actor’!
'So this is a parody...'
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Su Wu allowed the withered yellow human skin paper to gather the treacherous rhythms in his mind, connect with the cowhide thangka robe, and command his body to make various movements.
He said several paragraphs in vain,
The girl opposite, wearing rouge and light makeup, turned pale: "Ah, Your Majesty!"
"In my opinion,
Today it’s you and me——
It’s the day of separation…”
Read it till the end,
But he sighed sadly.
This sigh has a long aftertaste,
In a sigh,
All the strange rhymes around me are involved and guided by the strange rhymes in my heart,
Melted into the lantern that fell on the ground,
The lantern fire suddenly burst into flames,
Su Wu flicked his sleeves,
The female spy instantly retreated,
In the stage in the woods far away,
There was a sound of knocking.
Then it suddenly disappeared.
There is still a big empty space beside it,
No theater troupe,
Not to mention any female conspirators.
Su Wu looked at the burning lantern fire on the ground, reached out and touched his face - the piece of withered human skin fell off from his face.
The cowhide thangka robe on his body has returned to tattered clothes.
In his hand, he held the piece of human skin paper that was closely connected to his heart and now showed inexplicable abilities.
Bring it close to the lantern fire,
Wisps of invisible and intangible breath, but existing in Su Wu's senses, flowed out as the lantern flame burned the charm, and flowed into the withered yellow human skin paper.
Then, rows of handwriting appeared on the paper.
"Solar calendar year 1705,
My wife is dead!
A weak scholar can only write obscene words and clichés to make people cry.
His wife died in front of him,
powerless,
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
I wish I could kill Gui and then be quick!"
Several columns of scrawled and somewhat illegible traditional Chinese characters flashed across the human-skin paper and then gradually disappeared.
Su Wu was left holding the human skin paper,
He frowned and thought on the spot.
The tone of voice of the owner of the handwriting that appeared now was different from the tone of the writing that appeared on the human skin paper that he saw for the first time.
This person looks like an ancient man,
Witnessed his wife's death,
The wife may have been killed by a trickster,
Hence the grief and endless grief and indignation.
Judging from his self-proclaimed "weak scholar, who can only write obscene words and clichés to make people cry", he may have been a scholar who wrote operas for the troupe - this is what Su Wu combined with human parchment to make himself own.
Parody' can make judgments.
certainly,
In fact, compared to scholars who write operas,
The person who left the handwriting on the human skin paper is more likely to be a 'novelist'.
Because Su Wu read the first paragraph of text left on the human skin paper,
The owner of that handwriting said he was dead,
There is a good-for-nothing novelist who wrote a lot of nonsense about him...
From these two paragraphs of writing,
It can generally be concluded that human skin paper does not just record a ‘person’’s past, it also
At present, the self-narrative language of a novelist and a 'person' whose body was written and drawn by the novelist appeared on it.