I'm not a theatre god

"The wind is very noisy today."

A figure wearing a theatrical robe, sitting on a rocking chair, facing the windy earth, couldn't help but sigh.

Behind him, several figures were busy clearing the benches under the stage. Hearing these words, Mojiao said in confusion:

"Master, the wind is not bad today. The wind was only strong in the past two days, right?"

"Hmph, how can young people like you understand the profound meaning of being a teacher?" The figure in the opera robe slowly rocked the rocking chair, "When you reach the state of being a teacher, every word contains the moral meaning of heaven and earth. It can be said that every word is pearl. Among them The profound meaning, how many people spend their entire lives..."

"Master, lift your feet." The young man in white clothes on the side held a broom and spoke seriously.

master:……

He helplessly lifted his feet into the air and fell down on the rocking chair while continuing, "Ruyu, when I am explaining the principles of heaven and earth, it is better not to interrupt me next time. After all, these things, As a teacher, I rarely talk to outsiders. If you can understand a little bit of it, then..."

"I understand, Master." The young man known as Ruyu nodded seriously, "You can put your feet down now."

"……OK."

"Elder brother, I've almost collected everything here." Mojiao clapped his hands and walked towards here, "Do you need my help?"

"No, I've finished scanning too."

"Speaking of which, there were only two spectators here today...and they seemed to have no intelligence and fell asleep within five minutes."

"I have already said that we should prepare some snacks for them. Maybe this can help them wake up for a while?"

"...Senior Brother, we are almost out of food, how can we still have money to buy snacks for them?" Mojiao shook his head helplessly.

"..." The senior brother in white fell silent.

"what's on your mind?"

"Fourth Brother, tell me... can you make money by performing a chest-breaking performance?"

Mojiao looked at him a few times and said, "Senior Brother, with your body, let's forget about it... How about letting Third Senior Brother go?"

In the distance, a tall figure paused for a moment, silently stroked his sleeves, turned his back to everyone, and replied coldly and majestically:

"Hmph, sensationalizing...I don't want to get along with you."

The eldest brother and Mojiao let out a long sigh.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't have wisdom, you don't have wisdom. Even if you hold your eyelids and let them watch the whole process, it's useless. You just have to perform well and the rest will follow God's will." The master on the rocking chair said slowly.

Several people looked at each other, lowered their heads and said, "Yes."

As the sun sets to the west, the smoke from the small town in the distance is already curling up, and this deserted wasteland that no one cares about is gradually shrouded in darkness.

"I'm going to take stock of the props one last time. After all, I have to perform a show tomorrow. If I lose them, I'll be in trouble." Mo Jiao glanced at the messy stage, turned around and walked behind the stage.

The senior brother in white stood beside the rocking chair, watching the sunset gradually sinking into the horizon, and spoke softly:

"Master, shall we still perform here tomorrow?"

"yes."

"But no one in this town will come to see it anymore, right?"

"My teacher said, everything depends on fate... Maybe it's not that there are no destined people in this town, but the time has not come yet?"

"..." The senior brother in white was silent for a moment, "Are you sure it's not because you are too lazy to move the stage?"

The master was slightly shocked and glared at him, "Humph, Ruyu, Ruyu, what are you talking about? Are you such a lazy person in your mind as a master?"

The senior brother in white nodded seriously: "Yes, after all, when we usually work, you are always watching from the sidelines."

"you you you……"

The master was so angry that he fanned the wind a little faster, and the wind blew his hair. "Being a master is called waiting for work. Besides, isn't it just for you that we don't move the stage? How tiring it is to move it around... Don't As we said, we have to perform three shows in a row here, unless God wants to drive us away."

The senior brother in white nodded helplessly. Just as he was about to leave, Mo Jiao from the side hurried over here!

"Master! It's not good!"

"What's the matter? You're so panicked..."

"It seems that someone reported our illegal performance, and the urban management... No, there are police officers coming here!!"

"What?!"

The master suddenly sat up from the rocking chair, "I just said that the audience in the afternoon was sneaky, and there was nothing good at first sight!"

"Quick! Move the stage quickly! Let's evacuate!! Don't leave anything behind!"

Senior Brother:? ? ?

"Master, didn't you mean..."

"What are you talking about? If you are caught, you will have to pay a fine! Hurry! Help!"

The three disciples hurriedly dragged the things on the stage and escaped from the wilderness overnight. They were like a food stall on the roadside being chased by the urban management. They ran for several kilometers before stopping at a deserted place, sweating profusely. in the corner.

"Master... where should we go next?" Mojiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but ask.

The master patted the dust on his opera robe and looked in a certain direction. After a long time, he smiled helplessly and said,

"It's God's will..."

"What?"

"Let's go to Liu Town."

"Liuzhen? That place is so far away from us. It's almost half the border... Why do you want to go there?"

The corners of the master's mouth raised slightly,

"Of course it's because there is a good show to watch."

…

The setting sun gradually sank into the earth. Along the dim river, a hand suddenly emerged from the water and firmly grasped a protruding stone.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The umbrella painter's wet hair stuck out of the water, breathing heavily, and his face was extremely pale.

He gritted his teeth and stood up from the water little by little. He lay on the shore like a dead fish. A breeze blew along the shore, and willow branches danced lightly above him. The only thing left in the street was his breathing and coughing. Voice.

"No. 031, Lin Xi, please reply when you receive it!"

"Lin Xi!! Please reply when you receive it!"

"Are you still alive? Lin Xi?"

Continuous sounds came from the walkie-talkie in his arms, which were somewhat intermittent under the water.

Lin Xi lay on the ground, took it out after a while, and said weakly:

"……I'm alive."

"The level four support you requested has arrived. Please confirm whether the enemy is dead?"

The scene just now appeared in Lin Xi's mind, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He took the walkie-talkie and cursed:

"...Him? He wasn't even killed in the center of Mo Lei. I was almost shocked to death by the aftermath... Fortunately, I fell into the river in the end and escaped along the current..."

"Damn it, he can't be killed even if he's hit! What kind of monster is he?!!"