Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

Zhao Suyang bought a second-hand house in the old town.

On the first day he took over the house, someone told him the right and wrong of the house.

Zhao Suyang didn't worry, this is a suburb, it's okay to have an older house, besides, he felt lucky to be able to buy such a two-bedroom house for 9 yuan near his work place.

Another 2 yuan was spent to find someone nearby to do a simple renovation, and Zhao Suyang moved in.

Zhao Suyang didn't pay attention to it at first, but after living in it for a few days, he realized that there were other things living in the house besides him, such as the rats that came in from the back of the house along the old sewer pipe, and came out from time to time. Flying cockroaches, red centipedes with lots of legs and bugs of this and that kind.

When he found those holes along the pipe under the kitchen sink, Zhao Suyang finally knew that these bugs came from the back room.

That house existed when Zhao Suyang bought this house. It was very dilapidated, and it was pitch-black even during the daytime. It was impossible to see what was piled up inside.

The decayed wooden door creaked dully, and Zhao Suyang walked in holding a flashlight and stepping on the dead grass all over the ground.

"Meow!" Accompanied by a shrill and hoarse meow, a black cat narrowly jumped over Zhao Suyang's head, and then disappeared into the hole under the earth wall.

Zhao Suyang still remembered the black cat's eyes like black glass with green light.

After sweeping away the dense cobwebs, Zhao Suyang used the flashlight to see what was inside: dilapidated tables, chairs with missing legs, old bicycles missing a wheel, large moldy wooden boxes, and scattered objects on the ground. Clothes, red and green, filthy things all over the place Some old things are damp and moldy, exuding an indescribable smell, there are still puddles on the ground, and there are various unknown little things floating in the water Bugs, squirming creatures crawling along the damp and mottled walls.

Zhao Suyang grew up in the countryside, so he wasn't afraid of these things, so he would clean up the place when the weather was better.

The room was clean, but it was still dark, still overcast, and still had a lingering weird smell.

Zhao Suyang didn't go in on weekdays, so he was locked.

There are fewer bugs in the house, but the days are not peaceful for long.

The community where Zhao Suyang lived was originally a house allocated to employees by a factory, but now it is full of elderly people, and there are almost no young people in sight.

Since Zhao Suyang lived here, he heard people say that someone died every now and then, so the most lively thing in this community is the continuous sound of funeral horns.

The situation has gotten worse these few days. Four old people died in a week, and the latest one is an old man named Ge who is two buildings away from Zhao Suyang.

Zhao Suyang remembered that the other party had just chatted with him yesterday and played chess. The old man didn't enjoy himself in the end, and agreed to play a few more games this afternoon.

The loudspeaker was played for three days, and on the third night, a stage was set up in the open space of the community. Many people in the community went to watch the performance.Zhao Suyang didn't go, just sat in front of the computer and listened to the noisy performance there. Afterwards, someone cried into the microphone, and after the crying, there was another performance, and after the performance, they continued to cry. It was so noisy for several hours that the people who watched the performance dispersed.

Zhao Suyang didn't sleep well that night, and when he went out early the next morning, someone stopped him.

The other party was a blind beggar leaning on a walking stick and holding a broken bowl in his hand.

"Yintang is black, it's unlucky." The other party murmured, grabbing Zhao Suyang and not letting go.

Zhao Suyang took out two coins from his pocket and put them into the beggar's bowl.

The old beggar let go, weighed the broken bowl, and said to Zhao Suyang, who had walked away, "You are haunted by Yin Qi, and your soul is endless..."

In the evening, when Zhao Suyang came back from get off work, he cooked porridge as usual, ate dinner with the pickles he brought back from the vegetable market, took a shower, washed his clothes, and hung them out to dry in a basin.

"You just died, you can't hang your clothes outside." The hunchbacked old lady next door said to Zhao Suyang.

"Grandma, I'll collect it at night."

"You can't dry it." The old lady leaned on a cane and walked slowly, shaking her head step by step.

It wasn't until later, when Zhao Suyang looked at his body hanging on the door of the back room in his clothes hanging outside, that he understood what the blind old beggar and the hunchbacked old lady meant.

But from the beginning to the end, he still didn't understand how his soul left his body.

All he knew was that he watched TV very late that night, and when he got up and drew the curtains, he saw Old Man Ge standing in the back room, wearing the shirtless undershirt they wore when they played chess together that day, holding a Chessboard and a box of chess, beckoning to him through the window, "Little Zhao, let's play another game?"

Later, he didn't know anything, and when he became conscious again, he saw his body hanging from the door of the back room, with a calm expression on his face, not at all like he was hanged.

Regarding his death, people around him have many opinions:

Some people say it's because a young boy died in this house before, and the Yin Qi has not dissipated, so he came to lock the soul.

Some people said that the ghosts of those who died in this neighborhood had nowhere to go, and they all gathered in the back room of this house. After he went in, he disturbed their peace, so he came out to seduce his soul.

Others said it was because old man Ge was afraid of being lonely after his death, so they came to recruit him to play chess with him.

……

There are different opinions, but Zhao Suyang himself has only one word for this: Japan!

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Waking up again, Zhao Suyang was not sure where he was, the surroundings were pitch black, no, it wasn't completely black, and there were a few dark green flames in the air, which were phosphorus fires.

People in ancient times called them ghost fires.

Zhao Suyang raised his hand, took a look in the bleak moonlight around him, and then he understood that his body at this time was not his original one.

That's right, his original body should have been turned into a handful of ashes.

Zhao Suyang knew that he was born in the countryside, and he had heard many stories about ghosts and snakes in ancient villages deep in the mountains, but he didn't expect such things to happen to him.

This body looks no more than five or six years old, maybe even younger, Zhao Suyang is not sure.

In short, he is still alive, which can be regarded as God's compensation for him. After all, anyone who is seduced for no reason will be upset, especially for someone like Zhao Suyang who has not lived enough.

The surrounding environment is very bad, this is natural, the environment of a mass grave has never been better.

The strange and cold moonlight shone down, making the weeds and bones growing all around become more eerie and terrifying. A few red-eyed black crows were parked on the dead branches and old trees not far away, and their crows seemed to come from the underworld. In general, it sounds infiltrating.

Zhao Suyang crawled out from the pile of corpses. Even though he was full of scolding fathers and mothers, he also understood that this place could not stay any longer. It would be dangerous to stay in such a filthy place for a while. Who knows if he would escape from there? A few green-eyed wolves or corpse-eating red-eyed wild dogs came out, and he wasn't interested in feeding them supper.

The weeds that grow wildly all over the mountains and the crooked dead branches and trees are like silhouettes in the dark night, making the night even colder and gloomy with the fierce wind.

In such a situation, it is not easy to judge in which direction there will be a village, but Zhao Suyang found some footprints in the grass. If he judges correctly, he can find a direction by following the messy footprints, and he may be there before dawn. to a certain village.

However, Zhao Suyang's feet haven't left the ground yet.

"Wow..." There was a sudden cry of a baby not far away.

The terrifying silence of the mass graves was broken in an instant, and the jackdaws perched on the dry branches were also flapping their wings and flying around in shock.

Even though Zhao Suyang was courageous, he couldn't help shivering at this moment, feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

After regaining his composure, Zhao Suyang brushed aside the weeds and continued to walk forward, but the crying did not stop, but became louder and louder, as if about to tear his throat, and Zhao Suyang could still hear the child's crying after walking a long way.

It's not that he's cold-blooded, it's just that he doesn't even know whether he can get out of this corpse alive, so he doesn't care about anything else.

However, not long after...

Zhao Suyang looked at the small thing in his hand, that's all, throwing the child out when encountering hungry wolves and dogs might buy him some time to escape.

Thinking so, Zhao Suyang casually tore off a shroud from the corpse at his feet and wrapped the child twice, then tied a cloth strip around his waist to fix the child on his back.

The child was picked up by Zhao Suyang from a big man holding a shovel. The man wanted to use the shovel to kill the child, but he didn't expect a gust of wind to stir the grass, and when he looked up, he saw a small figure squatting in the hut, motionless Staring at him intently, eyes flickering, the big man only regarded it as a wild dog, but the moonlight passed by, and he could see clearly, where is the wild dog squatting in the grass?

"Ghost!"

So the big man peed his pants, ran away screaming like he was dead, and the child was picked up by Zhao Suyang.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and half of the light in the sky could not be seen, only half of the dizzy moonlight.

But since there are piles of graves, there must be a village nearby.

Sure enough, not long after walking, Zhao Suyang saw a few bean-sized lights hidden in the dark not far away.

When Zhao Suyang woke up, he saw eyes everywhere, big and small, round, flat and triangular.

"Wake up, wake up, master, this kid is awake." A skinny boy exclaimed excitedly the moment Zhao Suyang opened his eyes.

The big man who was lying on the chair over there, who was about to sleep, slipped back into the cage when he heard the boy's yelling, his eyes widened suddenly, and the cane in his hand slapped a few times so that the bluestone floor almost cracked, "Ghost shout ghost roar What, stop practicing? Huh?"

The skinny boy shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak anymore, and the same group of boys obediently ran to hang their legs in the hall.

Zhao Suyang was shocked by that voice, so he didn't feel sleepy, he woke up early.He turned his head and glanced at the black man. He was tall and burly, with a hunchback and a tiger's back. When he was angry, his eyes were as big as copper bells.

Zhao Suyang originally thought that the black man had a bald head, but he didn't think about it, but saw a black braid behind him. Now Zhao Suyang was a little confused. Where did he wear it?

The black man was lying on the chair, fanning the cattail fan with one hand, looking at the dirty-faced child on the ground who was thinking of something, "He came from the mass grave?"

Zhao Suyang didn't react for a while, so he looked up at the black man.

The black man shook out a piece of cloth from his sleeve, and read slowly, "Su Qingchi, at the time of Xinchou on Dingchou Day in Dinghai Month of Gengchen Year."

The black man turned his head to look at Zhao Suyang, and asked, "Do you want to learn acting from me?"

Zhao Suyang changed his mind, and realized that the other party was reading the birth date of his body, but it was the year of Gengchen, with big braids... Could it be that this is the Qing Dynasty?

"Ask you a question, are you dumb?" The black man had long been impatient, and slapped the teacup on the table to jump up.

Zhao Suyang collected his thoughts, stood up from the ground, and said in a childish voice, "What's the benefit of learning opera from you?"

The black man didn't expect the child to be so calm, he couldn't help raising his rough eyebrows, "How about feeding and lodging for you?"

"Where's the baby with me?"

The black man brushed off his trouser legs, took a sip from his teacup, "You learn opera with me, I'll naturally keep him."

Zhao Suyang was silent for a while. He walked all the way from the mass grave to this village. This family had the largest yard in this village. Although the black man in front of him was rough and fierce, he knew that he had some family background from the way he was dressed, so he nodded, " Okay, I'll learn how to play with you."

"Okay!" The black man laughed heartily, walked over and patted Zhao Suyang's shoulder with his big hand, "After pressing your fingerprints, you are my apprentice, Wang Fugui."

The black man asked someone to bring a contract, "I am four years old, and I am willing to become an apprentice under Wang Fugui's name. I will study Liyuan for ten years. I will explain the physiology of the four directions, and let the master do it for me. Within ten years, all the money I get will be returned." The master accepts it. If there are natural disasters and man-made disasters, if the car is shocked or the horse is bombed, the injured dies, the sick dies, and they throw themselves into the river to find a well, each is at his own destiny. If there is someone who plays truant without permission, or is stubborn and refuses to accept, he will be beaten to death."

He has studied opera for ten years, and he is only fourteen years old. Zhao Suyang immediately stamped a semicircular pattern on the paper with mud on it.

Learning opera, of course, you have to struggle every day, hang your voice continuously, and you can’t let it go all day. It’s a lie to say that such a life is not hard or tiring, but bows, crossbows, spears, knives, swords, spears, shields, axes, Well, Su Qingchi has learned a lot, thanks to his clever body, he has saved a lot of beatings, otherwise Su Qingchi would have run away early.

Every day at dawn, the black man took them to line up in the reeds on the top of the mountain outside the village to practice their voices with their hips on their hips, and the teacher left one of them with a child picked up by Su Qingchi to watch the gate.

When singing, reciting, and fighting, hitting is only the foundation, which is the so-called base. When the base is thick, the black man will start to teach them how to sing.

Three years later, the troupe boys faced the branch. Su Qingchi's blanket skills and handle skills are good, and his voice can be firm or soft. Whether it's singing or reciting, the seniors are all top-notch. If Su Qingchi was allowed to choose by himself, he would naturally be willing to live amidst the ugliness of life.

But Hei Han and Shi Niang chose him to be the female lead.

The black man said that "the eyes are the seeds of love, and the heart is the seed of desire", which saved Su Qingchi's legs and feet every day, but forced him to practice his eyes and body.

Beach orchid fingers, wrist flowers, practice water sleeves.

What Su Qingchi is most afraid of is this water sleeve skill. The basic movements of the water sleeve alone include shaking, brushing, pulling, hooking, picking, shaking, punching, raising, supporting, and punching. There are ten kinds in total. It can also train the living to death.

Su Qingchi has practiced like this for several years, and he has turned his masculinity into softness around his fingers.

In addition to studying opera, Su Qingchi rode "Juanshaoer" with the opera troupe to perform on the Shantang River. Later, the villagers built a stage on the bank, and "Juanshaoer" was abandoned, so Su Qingchi followed his master. My brother went to Wangjiacun and other neighboring villages to act in various theaters, and within a year, he touched this Wangjiacun all over.

Almost every village in this area has a stage, and whenever the well-to-do families in the village have weddings and funerals, auspicious days, or festivals, they will invite their troupe to perform.Su Qingchi also got some benefits from acting. Although the contract between him and Wang Fugui stipulated that the money and utensils brought in for the acting would be collected by the master, they still had a share of the money.

Su Qingchi hid the money he got every time in the earth pit he dug at the back of the yard, and then covered it with bricks and tiles. Although the money was small, it was a considerable amount of money saved up over ten years.

Su Qingchi originally thought that he would leave Wangjiacun after ten years of opera study, and go to other places to find a job, but he didn't think that after studying opera for seven years, the black man died, and then his wife took over the theater troupe.

As soon as the black man entered the ground, at night, Su Qingchi heard a strange noise coming from his wife's room. He turned over and got out of bed and slipped out to have a look. Although the room was dark, he could vaguely see a man grabbing his wife The two breasts leaned on his teacher's wife and kicked and swayed roughly.

prodigal mother-in-law.

Su Qingchi thought, he might not stay here for long.

Sure enough, not long after, the wife brought back a man, it was the man Su Qingchi saw that day, and that man took over the theater troupe.

Although black men are fierce, if they learn well, they will not beat and scold wantonly, but this man is different.

It was only three days after the man took over the theater troupe, he beat a child to death. They all knew about it, but no one dared to say anything, so they secretly wrapped up the child and dug a hole for burial. Name, no one knows where this child was sold from, nor what the child's name is. Few of the children in the team know their own names, and they are all nicknames given by black men.

In this team, except for Su Qingchi, none of the other senior brothers has ever been beaten by a man.

Although Su Qingchi escaped from the beating, he was different from other ignorant children. From the way the man looked at him, he knew that the man might have moved his mind.

The teacher was not there, so the man walked into Su Qingchi's room.

"My heart, you really want to kill me." The man threw himself on Su Qingchi, wanting to do that mediocre thing.

Su Qingchi took out the brick hidden under the pillow, and poured all the resentment of years of suffering, beatings, starvation and cold on that brick, and smashed a hole in the man's brain with just one blow.

The man screamed and stumbled away, but Su Qingchi didn't dare to stay any longer, gathered up his messy clothes, wiped the spittle left by the man on his face, and snarled hard at the teacher's wife's room, "Damn it!" of."

Su Qingchi has been observing this yard for several years, and he has touched every corner here countless times, digging out the marked bricks on the wall, stepping on the brick holes, borrowing the tree pole, without much effort, Su Qingchi climbed out of the yard.

He took out the money that he had saved for seven years, put it together with the buns, tied it up as a burden, Su Qingchi took advantage of the darkness, and was about to run away.

"Brother." A childish voice suddenly sounded.

Su Qingchi looked at the top of the wall, and saw a small child clinging to the wall with both hands, looking at him flickeringly with his big eyes open.

"Oh, you troublesome man." Su Qingchi stomped his feet, "If you haven't come here yet, how did you get out?"

The child immediately ran over and stuffed two things into Su Qingchi's hands, "Dog hole."

Su Qingchi grabbed the child's hand and looked at it, and saw that the fingernails on that hand were full of mud, and the nails were still mixed with blood.

"Good boy." Su Qingchi took the two silver ingots, took the child's hand and ran towards the village.

In the night, two figures shuttled among the reeds, and secretly untied a small boat that had been hidden in the reeds for a long time. The little boy squatted obediently on the boat, holding his bundle tightly in his arms, and the taller one stepped on the water handle. Push the boat towards the middle of the river, and when the boat leaves the bank, jump on it immediately.

A small boat, under the cover of the moonlight and the aquatic plants on the bank, quietly went down the river.