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Wan Lai is still

This is an abandoned village.

It is said that in ancient times, due to a sudden unknown disease, people in the village died two or three strangely one after another.The population, which was already small, became even rarer, and those who were lucky enough to survive were unwilling to live in this ominous place, and moved away one after another in order to survive.

This place is far away from the town, the place is also remote, and no one manages it, so it was shelved and abandoned as it rains and smokes.

On this desolate road, a group of figures suddenly appeared.

Two people in brown trousers and trousers, each holding a lantern of death-defying wind, led the way ahead.But the light of the lantern is not a warm orange light, but a weird blue-green light.

Behind them was a boy in school uniform and carrying a schoolbag.

Click, click.

Walking on the road with thatch and grass, listening to the crunching sound of the crushed dead branches and leaves was originally a romantic thing.But in this deserted road full of broken windows and tiles, ruined buildings and walls, coupled with the gloomy environment around, this unique and infinitely amplified voice made people feel fear for no reason.

After making seven turns and eight turns, he finally stopped in front of a stage.

The person in front of the two people on the left turned around, half bent down and said with his arms around him, "It's here."

The hoarse tearing is like the sound of rusty iron slag rubbing against each other.

Hearing this, the young man stopped in his tracks and looked up at the theater building.Although it is dilapidated, the foundations, columns, walls, large bills, fighting chess, beams, etc. are still relatively intact.

He nodded in response, "Yeah."

The two men in brown clothes bowed and bowed, and walked onto the stage lightly with a lantern in hand.

The boy didn't follow, but went straight to the backstage of the theater.

The wooden furnishings inside are mottled and incomplete, and the legs and feet are incomplete.The only thing that is intact is the dressing table and a round stool in the corner, and the clothes rack next to it.

The strange thing is that in this room full of dust that can leave footprints, these few things are the only ones that are as clean as new.

The boy unloaded his schoolbag and placed the contents on the table one by one. The last thing he took out was a small porcelain bottle.The porcelain bottle was surrounded by a layer of black air, which even covered the pattern on the bottle body.

Unscrew the wooden cork, put it under the nose, then pause for a second, then close the lid, and sit in front of the dresser.

Sitting facing the mirror for a long time, a sigh of nostalgia overflowed from his mouth.

Only then did I start to work, open the porcelain box, pick out the paints and place them in different small dishes one by one to start mixing.Then he picked up the paintbrush, stained it with paint, and carefully painted on the face stroke by stroke.

Purse your lips and apply makeup, insert a hairpin and wear a crown.

When I got up, there was an exquisite and gorgeous costume on the empty clothes hanger!

The boy stretched out his hand and touched it cautiously, his eyes revealing nostalgia for memories.

At some point, one of the brown-clothed men stood behind him, took off his clothes, and put them on for the boy one by one.When the last dress was finished, there was a burst of lively drumming at the front desk.

When the drum beat fell on a certain rhythm, the young man opened the tattered curtain and walked up to the front stage in short steps, while pulling out a tone.

[The concubine is here. 】

In front of the stage, it is not the dilapidated scene just now, but brand new blue bricks, wall tiles, carved railings and jade masonry, intriguing.The audience was actually packed with people.

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[Persuade the king to drink wine and listen to Yu's song, so as to relieve the king's depression and dance the mother-in-law.Ying Qin has no way to break the country, and the heroes fight from all directions.Since ancient times, as the saying goes, do not deceive me, success or failure rises and falls in an instant.Drink with peace of mind and sit in the treasured tent, how about waiting to see the military intelligence? 】

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[The Han soldiers are already on the ground, besieged on all sides singing.The king is exhausted, how can a concubine survive? 】

After the last drumbeat disappeared, the crowd in the audience turned into spots of light and sank into the ground one after another. A ball of light also floated from the body of the boy on the stage, and then entangled with the man who performed the overlord on the stage and sank into the ground together. underground.

The boy's figure swayed for a while, and finally stood firm, raised his hand to his forehead and moaned.

"Any?"

After regaining his composure, he waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong, and asked the brown-clothed man standing beside him, "Have you got your wish?"

The man in brown nodded, "Hey."

The young man kneaded the space between his brows, and took the porcelain bottle that was handed over. The black air that was originally entangled had dissipated, and the pattern on the bottle body was revealed.

Lotus pond pattern of mandarin ducks.

Put away the porcelain vase, go to the backstage to get her schoolbag, and put away all the good things.

Nodding to the two of them, he whispered, "Return."

One of them took a step forward, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Back~avoid~"

In the hands of the two of them, the dead wind lantern emitting a strange blue-green light appeared again, and they walked ahead to lead the way.If you look carefully, there is no shadow of the two people under the light.

Yes, they are ghosts.

But I am human.

My name is Jun Xijiu, and I am an outcast.

It was not a human who adopted me, but a ghost!

The sorrows and joys on the stage are sung alone, but it is forgotten that there will be an end to the song.A song comes and goes, singing and singing on the same stage.

In ancient times, the heroine of the opera was played by a man, and the ghost who asked him to play the concubine Yu became famous. He fell in love with the overlord who was also a man too deeply in the play.But the atmosphere at that time would not tolerate such unethical love.

And Bawang was chosen by the theater troupe master as his son-in-law and heir.

It just so happened that a rich man in this village invited their theater troupe to sing an opera. This ghost really died when he was going to kill himself, and sang the last scene.

At least, on stage, he "loves" him.

But unexpectedly, he died of a strange disease in the village before he came to power.Therefore, his soul lived in the porcelain bottle of wound ointment that Bawang gave him, and finally wandered to the antique street and was met by him.

Dream back to Broken Bridge, come into play.

Life is like a play, play life.

【I just want to finish singing that episode at the end. 】

The author has something to say: this time's Abba is not a stupid, cute and funny Abba.

This time, my dad is a cold and funny dad.