In ancient times, in order to expel demons and monsters, people put on makeup and pretended to be gods to descend to earth in order to seek peace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Later, this behavior gradually evolved into a theatrical form, which is also known as singing opera. Before singing the big opera, what the troupe must do is to sacrifice the white tiger, which is said to be the ancestor of the pear orchard. I heard that everyone who enters the troupe will bow down to the ancestral master, which is a rule that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

Opera is the traditional art of the Chinese nation, divided into a variety of categories, such as Peking Opera, Hunan Opera, Cantonese Opera, Qin Opera, Kunqu Opera, Sichuan Opera, Ping Opera, Jin Opera, Huangmei Opera, etc., there are also many small local operas, like ours in the village to sing big opera, is the repertoire of small places.

As long as there is any major event in the village, such as the annual festival or something, the ghost month of the seventh lunar month, the troupe will be invited to sing one or two plays, making a noisy atmosphere. People are theater fans. At that time, the rural people planted crops all year round, and after heavy labor, the joy of the harvest was overflowing, and they had to sing operas to celebrate. As soon as the gongs and drums sounded on the stage, there was jubilation, and there was a festive and joyful atmosphere everywhere, and the people watching the play from the surrounding three miles and five towns were pouring like a tide.

And this custom in my hometown happens to be the best entertainment for bored old people at night. But there is only one very strange, that is, singing a big opera in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and there is no one in the audience, which is not like the style of old people who like to listen to big operas. And for this, I also secretly asked my grandmother, she just told me not to be so naughty and run to join in the fun, if you want to watch it at other times, the singing of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is for ghosts, in order to use the singing drama to attract the ghosts to catch the stand-in.

At the time, I just nodded vaguely, thinking that my grandmother had tricked me into coming. Although Grandpa Hu also told me that the singing of the opera in the seventh month of the lunar calendar is not for the living, after all, I have never seen it with my own eyes, and I am also skeptical about it.

No, tonight is the last night of July, and the village stage is babbling and singing. Because it is a small village, the night is surprisingly quiet, and you can naturally hear bursts of singing in the distance. I don't know what I'm singing, but I can always hear a sound that seems to be coming from a distant place in the direction the wind blows. After dinner, I couldn't hold back the mood of wanting to watch a big play, so I told my grandmother that I was bored and wanted to go to Xiaode to play. Xiaode was my childhood playmate, and his house was just two alleys away from my grandmother's house. My grandmother told me not to play too late. I answered as I ran quickly in the direction of the village stage.

From a distance, I saw that the stage was very simple, and it was really empty underneath. But it was full of stools. There are also paper figures next to the stage. When I looked at the atmosphere, something wasn't quite right. Is it really singing for ghosts? At this moment I muttered in my heart. I didn't dare to go to the middle of the stage, so I found a place nearby where the trees and grass could hide in.

I don't know how many performances there were, and the last one to press the pomelo was "Bao Zheng's Case". Then I saw a woman with a white face and red and pink makeup kneeling on it and singing for a while, and then a man with a black head and a black face with a crescent moon on his forehead babbled and sang, and then he raised his tiger head as if to put the white-faced traitor to death. Anyway, the words I can hear are bullying the king and harming the people, occupying good women, doing all kinds of bad things, and the crime is unforgivable. Although I don't understand it very well, I have to say that they are so good at acting, their eyes are moving, and their expressions are in place, and I am a little fascinated by it.

Just as I was watching with relish, a firefly appeared in front of me and dragged it around under my eyes. I waved my hand, rubbed my eyes, and was about to re-enter it, but it was really a distraction! I saw a man and a woman sitting on the bench with the same expressionless faces. I inadvertently scanned my calves downwards and almost scared my soul, full of "people" began to blur from the calves downwards, with or without that. Suddenly, the air around me began to condense, there was no sound of wind, no insects, and there was a chill behind me, as if there were two black hole-like eyes, staring at me fixedly. At this time, I quickly held my breath, and I didn't dare to come out. All the imaginary horrors were crowded in my brain, the frightened palms were sweaty, the soles of the feet and scalp were numb, and the whole body was sweating.

As the saying goes, it makes sense that misfortune doesn't go alone. The male ghost turned his head slowly, his head turned directly to his back, but his body was motionless. Two hollow eyes flowed bright red dark red liquid, frozen in the direction of my side, their faces were pale and colorless, showing a strange smile, and their white and thin hands were waving at me, "Come here, come here!" and let out an eerie and desolate cry. The scream had an inexplicable echo that kept lingering in my ears, over and over again, as if the whole body was really going in that direction.

The night was dark, the silence was eerie, and from time to time I could hear the rustle of leaves blown by the wind, and my whole body felt like I was stuck in place with super glue. I can't move my feet. Stuck in place, I watched the thin white hands and paws slowly approaching me, there was no way at all, like a chicken and duck to be slaughtered, unable to escape the fate of death.

Am I going to be planted here tonight?, I tried my best to hold back my voice, and my pent-up emotions gathered together, and finally I couldn't hold back and sobbed.

The whole room turned their heads in unison because of my cry, and the eyes of each "person" spurted blood, and the hollow eyes were black and bottomless, as if the darkness was about to swallow everything. Their faces were as pale as a piece of paper, some of their lips were very crimson, and the other half of their faces were rotten flesh-colored insects crawling out, and white bones were faintly appearing inside. And the original thin hands also stopped due to the sudden situation. There was a dead silence all around, and the laughter of night owls still echoed in my ears. They looked at me, and in their eyes, I was the one who was the one else!

In this darkness, my whole body was bubbling with cold air, my scalp was numb, and countless pairs of eyes were looking at me, and my body gradually curled up into a ball, closing my eyes, and no longer daring to stare into the darkness.

In this trance, I seemed to feel for a moment that my soul was slowly leaving my body. One moment it was so real, the next it was so vague, I felt like I was in a dream. Seeing this, I immediately woke up with a thrill. I looked around, there was a dead silence all around, I shook my dizzy head, wiped a handful of cold sweat from my forehead, and realized that it was not a dream at all.