Peach blossom paper twists red dust like water,

The three-foot red ling, everything into the song.

Singing a long song of hatred and sorrow is not sorrowful,

In the depths of the matter, it turned into a hand of ashes,

May whoever remembers the best years of whom.

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At the beginning of February of the eighth year of Yong'an, the spring was cold, and it was warm and cold in Beijing.

Empress Yong'an ruled the current dynasty, and the imperial capital was peaceful and peaceful.

It rained like a crisp light rain overnight, and the next day it was slightly sunny. The eight streets and nine Mo on the riverbank are lined up one after another, all of which are prosperous in the waterfront photograph.

In a treasure hunting pavilion in the imperial city, on the three-foot red platform, a lifelike puppet attracted a lot of discussion from the audience.

The treasure hunt pavilion has always been famous for its large number of treasures, just like the original work of the "Four Seasons of the Spring Palace" exhibited not long ago, which has attracted a lot of people's voice. But at present, it is said that this thing is even more rare on the stage, and literati and artists all come to find out what many of them are elegant people from other countries.

For example, two people are talking at a table above the second floor of the Treasure Hunt Pavilion.

"Lin Han, what did you say about the puppet on the stage, but there were countless tears on the eyelashes, which made people feel pity. ”

"It's a play. Su Linhan drank the tea in front of him.

"Oh, what is the silk play? Lin Han, do you know this silk play, can you tell me about it?" Fang Yao seemed to be interested, and hurriedly sat down to listen to the silk play in Su Linhan's mouth.

"Since Brother Fang Yao wants to know so much about the silk play, then I will tell you about this silk play, which is guided by the lead, supplemented by the puppet, and the people behind the stage are combined, one lead and one lead, one singing and one harmony, this is the silk play. After Su Linhan finished speaking, he looked down.

"But... As soon as Fang Yao wanted to speak, Su Linhan interrupted Fang Yao and covered Fang Yao's mouth.

Then Su Linhan pointed to the booth in front of him, and Fang Yao made a silent gesture, "Shhh ”

"This thing is called Silk Play, and it is a precious thing left by a three-grade puppeteer......"

Sanpin....puppet master ..... Su Linhan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and muttered.

Is it her?

That year, the spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

The song is to the sky, the white hair floats in the green water, and the anthurium plucks the clear waves, which is a good season.

Su Linhan left home.

In the fifteenth year of Yong'an, Su Linhan went to Beijing for the first time to take the exam, but he was unexpectedly fascinated by the forest, and he had been in a circle for three days back and forth.

"Very strange, life and death are destined for wealth and wealth, and I have no intention of offending when I come in, and all the immortals and gods hope to let me go, a grass people, and let me go to Beijing to take the exam? For this reason, Su Linhan also deliberately patted his chest to prove that there may be demons or tree spirits around him that may not exist.

He Su Linhan is a man who does not believe in his words, bah, he believes in his words, you must believe me, you believe in me.

"Hey, I can't go out, I heard that the older generation said that you can go out by looking at the stars in the sky. I don't know if it's true or not. Su Linhan raised his head, looked at the sky, and then quickly lowered his head again.

Why is it daytime now, where are the stars?

In the evening, a figure slowly walked from the forest, a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a disheveled crown, a stubbed beard, stains, and a gourd pinned to his waist, which looked dilapidated.

Su Linhan looked at the man who was walking slowly, shook his head, and greeted him with an arrow. Looking at this man's appearance, I am afraid that he is as fascinated by this forest as Su Linhan, and at the same time, the end of the world has fallen into people, why should we have known each other when we meet, it is better to sit down and chat in this long night, which is also an excellent thing.

"Who is Sir, why are you here?" Su Linhan waited for the Taoist priest to speak, and he hurriedly asked the three soul questions. "Is there a marriage in the family?"

The Taoist priest scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, uh... I'm lost, and I don't have anyone yet. ”

Su Linhan's face was black, and he took a step back. Sure enough, this dirty-looking Taoist priest was as lost as himself, and he was also a road idiot.

Usually Taoist priests are at best said to be people who cultivate immortals and practice Taoism, but in fact, they are just gangsters in the rivers and lakes under the guise of cultivating immortals and practicing Taoism, not to eat for a while.

Abbreviation, God Stick.

Seeing that Su Linhan didn't say a word, the Taoist priest seemed to see something, and arched his hand at Su Linhan and said: "Hey, donor, God has the virtue of a good life, and those who make their debut don't speak, this way is not those swaggering charlatans, don't look at me like this, I'm a serious person."

"You're a serious person, but you're not a human being when you're serious. ”

Su Linhan looked at him indifferently, obviously not taking his words seriously.

"Donor, what kind of expression do you have, it's not right for you to misunderstand this way like this, this way depends on you......" When the Taoist priest was about to say, Su Linhan waved his hand impatiently and motioned for the Taoist priest to shut up.

"Stop, you charlatans don't change your words, I see that your 'donor' is black, and there will be a bloody disaster today. "My ears are calloused, and you say that you are not a liar!" Su Linhan's tone was slightly cold.

"In the words of a scholar, is that a liar? The Taoist priest pursed his lips and looked at Su Linhan with disdain: "You are a charlatan, your whole family is a charlatan, this Dao just now obviously wanted to say that you are born with a good eye to see the donor, why don't you return to this Dao and worship Bendao as a teacher?"

"Can you see that I am naturally discerning?" Su Linhan was a little surprised, the charlatan in front of him had this ability, and he had never talked about his own affairs to others, so naturally this Taoist priest...

Could it be that a blind cat hit a dead mouse?

Su Linhan secretly guessed in his heart.

When Su Linhan was a child, he could see many things that ordinary people couldn't see. One early morning, Su Linhan's sleepy eyes were opened, and he found that there was something on the bed that made him unable to move, and later he learned from his master that this thing was a nightmare, commonly known as "ghost press"

The Taoist priest skimmed his beard and looked at Su Linhan triumphantly: "Now believe it, this Dao is not a charlatan."

Su Linhan looked at the Taoist priest again from beginning to end: "Okay, I blamed you, but ...... It's not good to see that you're messing around on the road. ”

The Taoist priest seemed to have been told something in his heart, and his face was red to the root of his ears: "You...... Burst. Then the Taoist priest shook his head and pretended to be serious: "This Tao is not as knowledgeable as you little child, can you think about what this Tao said just now?"

Speaking of which, Su Linhan's innate eye is just a third eye, which can see things that others can't see.

Su Linhan naturally understood that what the Taoist priest said of course meant that Su Linhan worshiped as his disciple, "Don't hide it from the old Taoist, I have been studying hard for more than ten years, and I only want to serve the country, and I have no interest in cultivating immortals and practicing the Tao." ”

The Taoist priest sighed heavily, looked at Su Linhan in front of him complicatedly, and solemnly took out a Dao talisman from his arms: "It's a pity that a good seedling, that is, he has no intention of cultivating the Tao but wants to embark on a career in office, the kid can go straight out of this forest from your right hand, and you can take this Dao talisman with you, there is always a time when you need it." Remember to shred it and someone will come to your aid. ”

The cynical appearance in front of the Taoist priest is long gone, and what exists is only seriousness.

Su Linhan nodded to the Taoist priest, thanked him, turned around and was about to leave, and as soon as he took a step, he heard the Taoist priest shouting with a sword: "Boy, we are destined to meet again." ”

As the sound dissipated, the Taoist priest flew away after a while.

Su Linhan was startled, jumped on the spot, and cursed in his heart: ", this thing can fly and won't take me away!"

Two hours had passed since the Taoist priest left, and it was already completely dark.

The stars in the sky flashed at will, and the moon was not as round as Su Linhan saw on weekdays, and a curved moon shone on the earth with a clear moonlight.

Su Linhan knew that the Taoist priest he met before was a master who would come and go, so he was naturally convinced of his words, and naturally walked straight along the right hand side.

Su Linhan looked at the temple in front of him, thought about it for a while, stepped forward and knocked on the door of the temple, and asked, "Is anyone there?" Xiaosheng passed by here on his way to Beijing to catch the exam, can you stay overnight? People can rest assured, Xiaosheng will leave at dawn, this night is too dangerous, Xiaosheng is a little scared. ”

After a while, Su Linhan saw that no one came to answer the door, so he pushed the door all over the place.

No way

Su Linhan heard the wolf's howl,

If you don't hurry in, I'm afraid I'll turn into a white bone tomorrow.

An old woman in the temple leaned against the fire to keep warm, and there was no one around her, except for a lifelike puppet, the puppet was dressed in a red robe, and her eyelashes were full of tears, which aroused pity.

Seeing this, Su Linhan guessed in his heart that the old woman was an outdated puppeteer, and she was here, and it was fate to meet here, so he took out the dry food he carried in his luggage and distributed it with the old woman, added some firewood to the fire in the house, and sat down to chat with the old woman.

"Old man... You.... Su Linhan was about to speak, but the old woman stretched out a finger and signaled Su Linhan not to speak.

Then the old woman caressed the puppet in her arms and said: "When I was young, I didn't have any hobbies, and other people's families like my daughters of the same age have already married women, and I only love the play of pulling silk." I especially like to watch the puppets advance and retreat between the three-foot red platform. Then I escaped from that house overnight because I didn't want to get married, after all, I was adrift and didn't have any skills. So I learned this skill from my teacher and finally made a career out of it. ”

"I often carry baskets in the mountains, and go to villages everywhere to perform this silk play, and I am happy to the applause of the crowd. This is true even in times of wind and snow. Speaking of this, the old woman hid her face and sobbed, and her voice was quiet, "When I got the Sanpin puppeteer, I realized that I was really tired." ”

Seeing this, Su Linhan hurriedly stepped forward to comfort the old woman, but unexpectedly, the old woman cried even more fiercely, like a child, where there was a little respect for the elderly.

The old woman cried for a long time, then picked up the puppet fuse in her arms, placed it on top of the red brocade, and said with a tearful smile: "This is the last performance in my life, so I will take it as a gift for you to chat with me." Young man, listen well, and you can leave after listening. ”

The old woman's voice was tactful and clear, which was extremely inconsistent with her old appearance.

Su Linhan shook his head and sighed lightly, and then sighed: "I can't imagine that the silk drama that is rare in the world will end up being only one audience left, which is painful." ”

But the old woman did not give Su Linhan the method of conducting the silk play, and Su Linhan naturally couldn't ask for it.

I am fortunate to have it, but I will not be killed, and since I can't get it, I will destroy it... Listen up.

"A hundred years of swaying life is empty, and the three-foot red platform is in a dream.

A stack of roads and paths are bent, and the silk threads are in a hurry.

When the downfall is inexhaustible, it is difficult for the infatuated soul to end.

The puppet was paid for the fire, and the candle tears flowed to the north wind. ”

"I Zhaoyang has been involved all my life, and I rarely make relatives and friends. Whoever accompanies me, this puppet is just that. However, it is not understood by the world, I have a fetish, and I blame the old woman. Finally drifted and died, and was exiled here. The old woman stood up, holding the puppet in her hand and said angrily: "All the misery in my life is because of you, and those who are poor and die in tears are all thanks to you!

Originally

Is this the reason why the old woman is isolated from the world?

Su Linhan suddenly understood the loneliness in the old woman's heart, although he chatted with the old woman, but the loneliness of many years was not something that could be compensated for by the warmth of the moment.

Suddenly, Su Linhan saw in a trance that the puppet in the firelight came to life, and said goodbye to the old woman with tears, and the puppet's behavior was no different from that of ordinary people: "Zhaoyang, may we meet again in the next life, and be a puppeteer who is famous all over the world." ”

Su Linhan was stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, the old woman suddenly realized, couldn't help but regret a little, and said to the red-clothed puppet in the fire: "Lonely, warm." Su Linhan was about to step forward to comfort, but was pushed out of the door by the old woman with his backhand, and sighed to him: "The old woman has no complaints in this life." Young man, it's already dawn, leave quickly, and go back to the place that belongs to you. ”

The puppet, the old woman, and the temple were all burned, and in a trance, Su Linhan seemed to see the old woman from the raging fire when she was young.

A delicate girl walks in the mountains with a puppet in her hand, unhindered by the wind and snow, she kisses the pen and ink for it, dyes the tears in the corners of its eyes, and performs a song to entangle. It sees the world misunderstanding, and it is willing to put out the fire for her, warming her long cold night.

The flame burned to the extreme, and the old woman's singing voice was faintly heard, desolate and beautiful, such as resentment, such as crying, like complaining, and the aftermath was lingering, endlessly:

"You are wrong, I don't want to be right, you are ignorant and I am ignorant, how can I be willing to stop boiling

You are dry, I refuse to wither, I dare not be tired if you are tired, what to warm you a thousand years old. ”

The wind and snow are vaguely white, the lights are frowning your eyebrows, if you give up a tear, if you are old, I can accompany you, and the smoke will be perfect when it turns into ashes. ”

The fire was extinguished until dawn, but there was only a red and clear gem left, which shimmered in the fire and was transformed by a puppet.

Su Linhan sighed with emotion, Thread was born as a ghost in the world and died at the hands of a lonely traveler, and there is one less person now.

The only one who can remember that old woman is Su Linhan.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is golden. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Su Linhan came back to his senses, although only one person in his heart knew about the burning of the wild temple that night, everyone in the audience discussed it.

That incident was a story made up by the people of the Treasure Hunt for today's auction

"Did you hear that? This is the story that the Treasure Hunt Pavilion found when it found that puppet thing. ”

"It is said that it is still a ghost temple, ten years ago, a down-and-out puppet master died there, the lights of the wild temple often flickered and flickered, some people watched it closely, the temple was dressed in red, and the puppet with red tears on the eyelashes danced on the three-foot red hall, but no one controlled it. ”

"Could it be that this puppet has become a master, and can it dance alone?"

"Alas, who knows, even if this wild temple is burned, where can the puppets dance, what is the right place for Buddhism. ”

"That makes sense. ”

Su Linhan sighed and shook his head, a little sad.

"Maybe it's just a string play. Su Linhan turned his head and glanced at Fang Yao in the Bamboo Rain Pavilion.

Everything is back to normal,

Who knows?

"Dare to ask Your Excellency... Before Fang Yao could speak, the eyes of the two of them returned from a thousand years ago.

"Who am I... Don't you already have the answer in your heart, don't say it, or you'll die. Su Linhan shook his head quietly and turned around to leave the Bamboo Rain Pavilion.

After thinking for a while, Fang Yao was about to stop Su Linhan, but he remembered his master's warning, sighed, and prepared to go down the mountain to find the so-called younger brother, regardless of Lexiao, who was still eating melons with a confused face.