The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

The old man said: "It's hard to say."

The opera singer fell silent again, and began to remove his makeup in front of the mirror.

The thick oil paint was wiped away bit by bit, revealing a very handsome face.

The man without makeup no longer had the charm and tenderness on the stage, and his body was full of masculinity.

Xia Yu couldn't believe that this was the same person as the "Miss Sister" who sang the opera.

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of the man. The man blinked and looked at her

Xia Yu froze.

The man said: "I wanted to ask you just now, don't you need to go on stage later? Or do you want to ask me for something?"

Xia Yu: "???"

what's the situation? !Can other people actually see her?Then why wasn't she stopped just now?Who did the singer think she was?

The old student next to him showed a frightened expression: "Junior brother...who are you talking to?"

The man was stunned, looked at Xia Yu, then at Lao Sheng.

It turned out that only this man could see her, Xia Yu put his heart back to his stomach, and showed a "friendly" smile to him.

The man was not frightened, but with a stiff expression, he said to his senior brother, "I'm just asking you."

"That's it." The old man breathed a sigh of relief, "I was shocked, I thought there was something dirty here."

The man said: "How is it possible? You think too much."

The old man said: "Didn't I just finish singing, I came to take off my makeup, I happened to see you, and I wanted to chat with you."

"What are you talking about?"

The old man clapped his hands: "Oh, look at my memory, I was so scared by you just now, I completely forgot what I wanted to say!"

The man smiled, as if mocking his brother's courage.

The old man lowered his head and began to think hard.

The man decisively changed the subject: "How is little junior sister?"

The old man sighed: "Hey - she was imprisoned in the woodshed by the master. You said that she is a good little girl who can't do anything well, but she can't think about participating in any revolution, and I don't know where she came into contact with the underground. Party... You think this revolution is really so good? The little junior sister seems to be haunted by something. I heard her call the master a traitor and a running dog the other day... I really thought it was..."

The man also said: "I don't know if this revolution is good or not, but it is definitely not suitable for my junior sister. The master is also worried about her...maybe I will lock her up for a while...she will stop making trouble."

The mood of both of them was a little unhappy because of this topic, and even a little heavy.

The current world is getting more and more chaotic, and they can only survive in the cracks, looking for a place to live.

Although their master did something wrong, it was for outsiders.For everyone in their troupe, without him, they would not exist - no one has the right to scold him.

Thinking so, by then, the old student has already removed his make-up, changed his clothes, stood up and said to him: "Okay, I don't have anything to do today, I'll go see my junior sister and bring her something to eat... ..."

After all, he hurried out of the backstage.

The man finally gave Xia Yu a look: "What the hell are you?"

Xia Yu had a serious face: "You may not believe it, but I'm actually not a thing."

man:"……??"

Xia Yu giggled, "Just kidding, my name is Xia Yu, and I'm a lonely ghost from hundreds of years later."

The man frowned slightly: "Hundreds of years later?"

Xia Yu showed him her mobile phone and school uniform: "Look, you don't have these things in this era, right?"

The man glanced curiously, nodded, and said, "It's indeed some novelty, but it doesn't prove that you came from hundreds of years later..."

Xia Yu said: "Well, let me think about how to prove..."

Recalling the content of the painting in her mind, she had a flash of inspiration: "Hey! I remembered! Do you know what an oil painting is?"

The man shook his head: "Listen to the name...it seems to be a kind of painting?"

"Yes, yes, it won't be long before someone will paint oil paintings for you!"

The man was somewhat skeptical: "I'll just trust you for now...then why did you come here?"

Xia Yu narrowed her eyes, didn't answer his question, and asked instead: "Can you sing that song, that's what Fen Feiyan is..."

"Divide Feiyan, go to two sections, south and north, the world is cold; don't look back foolishly, afraid that one day, you won't return..." The man sang directly.

With the familiar tone echoing in his ears, Xia Yu knocked on the table with his left hand: "Yes! It's you, that's right!"

man:"??"

"what's your name?"

Although a bit inexplicable, the man still replied: "My name is Li Tianyang."

When he said his name, he even lifted his chin slightly, looking proud.After all, his name, Li Tianyang, is not only a household name, but also a well-known name in the circle.The number one actress in the south of the Yangtze River is himself.

Xia Yu's eyes lit up: "Yang of the sun?"

Li Tianyang said: "Yang of Yangmu."

Xia Yu immediately lost interest, and replied that she knew: "Oh."

Li Tianyang, who was lifting his chin, suddenly felt that his breath was choked in his throat, and he could neither go up nor come down.

He returned to his normal sitting posture without any trace, and repeated the previous question again: "Why did you come here?"

Xia Yu: "Actually... I don't know either."

Li Tianyang: "..."

"You may not believe it, but we will meet each other hundreds of years later."

After she said that, the man really... didn't believe it even more.

Finally he said: "Whatever your purpose is, I'm afraid it's just a waste of time on me."

Xia Yu smiled and shook her head: "Don't waste it, don't waste it, anyway, I'm a ghost, I have plenty of time."

At this time, other people came in from the outside and took off their makeup in front of the dressing cabinet. The man closed his mouth and did not speak again.

Xia Yu walked out of the backstage directly.

After going out, she looked around, but there was no sign of Zhu Junyang anywhere.

Gently stroking the red rope that had become transparent, she called Zhu Junyang from the bottom of her heart: "Boss? Crooked? Boss, are you there?"

"Yes." Zhu Junyang's voice came from next to her ear, giving her the illusion that they were really on the phone.

Zhu Junyang said: "Go along the stage to the right, there is a pool of water, I am there."

"Okay." Xia Yu said, "Wait for me and go over right away."

……

She quickly ran to the edge of the pool.

There are many women and children here, and they are putting lanterns around the water pool.There are already a lot of pink, purple, gold or red light spots floating on the surface of the pool, beautiful and dreamy.

After a lot of effort, she found Zhu Junyang who blended into the crowd and was so unremarkable.

The boss is lying on the edge of the pool, his slender fingers are constantly stirring in the water.

Xia Yu leaned forward: "Where are you playing in the water?"

Zhu Junyang gave her a blank look: "I'm sensing the way out."

"Oh~" Xia Yu said clearly, "Then did you sense anything?"

Zhu Junyang withdrew his hand and swung the water a few times: "No."

Xia Yu: "..." Then what the fuck.

Zhu Junyang: "...Did you forget that when you are connected to the red string, I will know what you think."

Xia Yu's legs softened and she almost knelt down: "Boss, love me again!"

"Okay, stop, don't be shy." Zhu Junyang said, "What did you find out?"

Xia Yu recounted the conversation between the old student and himself and Li Tianyang.

Zhu Junyang groped his chin and fell into deep thought: "This pool of water is the one in the painting, and the full moon in the painting..."

They raised their heads together, and in the blue sky, a round white moon stood quietly above their heads.

One person and one ghost looked at each other and said in unison——

"I can paint it tonight!"

"The time is tonight!"

The painting will be finished tonight, so they naturally have no reason not to join in the fun.

On the way to the front yard, Zhu Junyang gave her the outline of the story.

On August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, a wealthy family invited a famous theater troupe to perform, and an oil painter in the house, whether he was a Chinese or a foreigner, drew a family portrait for the theater troupe.Combined with what the living mistress said, a servant was inexplicably severely burned, and there was a fear that there would be a fire that would burn several members of the theater troupe, or even the entire theater troupe.

As for how the fire started, and what it has to do with the hostess's family...it's hard to say.

It took a lot of time to go back and forth, and when they arrived, everyone in the troupe had already put on their costumes, repainted them with oil paint, and stood in three rows on the stage.

A blond foreigner was sitting in the middle of the stage, with a long drawing board in front of him.

Xia Yu ran over to take a look, the door opening on the left and the pool on the right had been painted, only the middle part was left blank.

The foreigner put the oil brush dipped in paint on the drawing paper, observed it for a few seconds, and then began to draw seriously.

Zhu Junyang also dodged to blend into the crowd, minimizing his presence.

Among the crowd on the stage, Li Tianyang, who was standing in the first row, was immediately recognizable as the leading role among a group of elders.

On Li Tianyang's left is his senior brother, and on his right is an elderly man.The old man wore light makeup and also wore a costume.

Presumably this is the master Li Tianyang mentioned.

On the right hand side of the old man is a girl.

The girl didn't wear a costume, but was dressed in everyday clothes, standing there reluctantly, in stark contrast to the expressions of excitement or curiosity on the faces of the people behind her.

There is no doubt that this girl should be the junior junior sister.

Zhu Junyang pressed close to her ear and said, "Do you still remember what was painted on that painting?"

How can you not remember?

The painting showed a group of people in costumes, not this girl in everyday clothes.