When a group of fat houses hurt each other, the plot on stage has entered the second half.

Looking at the dilapidated small temple and the headless dragon king statue on the altar, the old man's eyes became confused;

"I still remember when I was a child, how magnificent this place was! Whenever there was a temple fair, people from ten miles and eight villages gathered in front of this temple. At that time, walking on the small street in front of the temple fair, it was full of happy people. There are also those who sell candied fruits, those who blow candy, those who dance dragon lanterns, and those who step on stilts. Now......

Alas. There is only one lonely soul left from home, and there are ......"

The old man looked at the puppet beside him.

"And this dead thing that can't speak, it's cold and cold, but it hooks people for a lifetime!"

With the old man's long sigh full of remorse, the bonfire in the temple, which was already floating like a ghost, finally burned out.

The flames were extinguished, and the wind carried the snow flakes into the ruined temple, and the chill could no longer be resisted.

Feeling the biting cold eroding his old body, looking at the dark world outside the broken temple that could evoke a trace of memories, the old man's two lines of turbid tears flowed down.

He looked at the puppet beside him, who was smiling gently and tearfully in the corner of his eyes, and anger and remorse rose in his eyes.

"All my life is wasted, and I am a puppet! The lonely old man still has to suffer from this cold. It's useless, it's better to burn it for warmth!"

"Uncle!"

Seeing that the old man picked up the dead branch with the flame and threw it at the puppet Ji on the red carpet at his feet, passers-by jumped up in shock.

He tried to stop it, but he ended up slowing down.

The puppet girl's costume burned when it caught fire, and in just a few breaths, it glowed with red fire!

"Don't!

"Don't get excited, brother, that's your wife!"

"Fuck, you've failed in your own life, why are you angry with the figure?!"

"I'm angry and crying, I can take over if you don't want it, don't burn it!"

As the fire rose from the stage, the fat houses under the stage exploded!

But at this moment, all of a sudden, the old man on the stage scolded angrily, and the young passerby's action of putting out the fire stopped suddenly-time on the stage seemed to be frozen.

A melodious musical prelude sounded at the booth.

In everyone's amazement, the puppet girl on the stage, who had maintained a posture from beginning to end, moved gently.

She split in two, one still holding her shoulders bowed as if she were boneless. The other slowly walked in front of the old man with crystal tears.

Looking at the old man in ragged clothes and his hands still in the torch-throwing posture, she raised her hand slightly.

"Laugh at whoever is beautiful and powerful, and how to match without heart.

The bell rings crisply, and the lights between the curtains are faint.

Me and you are the most natural pair. ”

In the euphemistic monologue chanting, the pair of white and clear palms gently stroked the old man's face.

Seeing the puppet Ji's spirit come out of her body, tears gradually gathered in the eyes of the fat house.

"Without you is the original sin, and without the heart is a good match.

You are ragged and I paint, walking side by side over the mountains and waters.

You are haggard, I will shine for you. ”

As if telling her lover her heart, the puppet looked at the old man's sad and distorted face gently, and gently leaned her head on the old man's shoulder.

"It was you who kissed the pen and ink, dyed the tears in the corners of my eyes, and played the clutch to meet the joys and sorrows.

They misunderstood in a roundabout way, but I was only at your disposal, and asked what could be more perfect in the world?"

As the background music interlude came to an end, the puppet on the second-floor stage that had been engulfed by the fire also raised its head mechanically with the steaming firelight!

With her water sleeves flying gently, a tactful and affectionate drama came out like a cloud-piercing arrow on the booth of the beep station;

"The orchid finger twists the red dust like water, and the three-foot red platform is like a song.

Singing goodbye for a long time is not sad, and the very red place turns to ash.

May whoever remembers whom, the best years ......"

"it!"

With that drama, the otaku and otaku who had already been affected by the plot in the audience instantly burst into tears.

"Beauty is fried, Nima!"

"How could there be such a ruthless person who burned such a beautiful wife!"

"Watching the sand sculpture destroy my wife, shouldn't I laugh out loud?

"Fuck, I thought that Xinye would be able to restrain himself in front of the audience, I underestimated his expansion! Xinye, don't leave when you get off the stage, watch me give you a bubble of child's urine that has been treasured for twenty-four years!"

Stage.

The spirit of the puppet Ji was still leaning on the old man's shoulder, different from Mu Ne just now, she was like a lover who was about to be separated from her beloved, her face was full of reluctance.

The tears that were reflected in the firelight had already wet the old man's shoulders.

"When you lead me to dance, you lead me to know how to advance and retreat.

Bitterness and joy follow, and gestures do not disobey.

Transform humility and gentleness into absolutes.

If you are wrong, I will not be right, you are ignorant, I am ignorant, how can I be willing to stop boiling.

I haven't withered if you're dry, I don't dare to be tired if you're tired, what will warm you a thousand years old?"

On the lower stage, the puppet's body has also danced like flying!

"The wind and snow are vaguely white, and the lights are shining, wrinkling your eyebrows.

If you give up a tear, if you get old, I can accompany you.

The smoke turned into ashes, and it went... End, beauty. ”

As the last sentence was sung, time on stage resumed its flow.

Looking at the charm standing in front of him, charming and gentle, with tears on his face silently telling the reluctant spirit, the old man and the passers-by were stunned.

In the old man's surprise, Lingmei smiled sadly and bowed down.

Immediately, disappeared in front of him.

The puppet Ji who had become wooden again under her feet was finally completely engulfed by the flames.

The fire was on fire for a long, long time.

It wasn't until the stage lit up that the red flame was about to be extinguished.

Looking at the ashes scattered in the wind in the empty ruined temple, the old man slowly squatted down.

He covered his old face.

A heart-rending cry resounded through his fingers in the silent pavilion.

"Warm. ”

The last clump of ash swept across his shoulders in the wind, like a gentle hand at farewell.

"Alone!"

A terrible howl resounded in Hall 1, echoing in bursts.

Everyone in the pavilion, including the tourists and the staff of the pavilion who were attracted by the crowd, felt that the cry pierced their hearts like a sharp knife.

Heartache is like a knife cut!

In the silence, the world on the stage finally brightened.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

The old man, who is really alone, has gone away like a lonely soul in the vast world.

In the ruined temple, watching him gradually turn into a young passer-by between heaven and earth, he silently took out a brush and a codex.

"Yu Shao can see ghosts, taste the puppet in the snow night no temple every mention of the puppet, the crane hair is ragged, only a puppet is extremely fine, like a lady, painted beads and tears, provocative.

When Yuntong was crazy, the two of them were side by side to the fire, Weng said to himself: When he was young, he was good at watching the silk play, and he was delayed in the skills of the panling puppet, and he was older, and his ambition was stronger, so he took this as his business and enjoyed himself with things and people. However, he has been adrift all his life, living without a partner, and the only puppet puppet he is with.

Weng and wept, Yu Wen explained, implored him to play the bell music, as a silk puppet show, acting on the three-foot red cotton, babbling, the puppet looked forward to Shenfei, although the makeup was sad and charming.

At the end of the song, Weng hugged the puppet, made a little joy, and said angrily, saying: Life is down, all puppets are mistaken, the weather is cold, winter clothes are difficult to place, and it is better to burn it if you are so poor.

Then he angrily threw himself into the fire. I didn't reach it, and I sighed.

Suddenly, I saw the puppet in the fire rise tactfully, bow goodbye, look like a living person, paint tears on the face, a smile bursts away, not in the bonfire. The fire is extinguished until dawn. ”

As the lines of books gradually scrolled on the big screen, the young man put away his pen, lifted his baggage, and walked out towards the vast world.

As he walked away, all the lights on the stage gradually dimmed.

"Silk Play", the end.

Syllable.

Smack.

Coax!

With the splashed ink characters slowly emerging on the screen, the scene exploded!