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"The girl's play is over." The man smiled mildly and looked up at Qing Yan.

"Have you ever learned puppet theatre since you were a child?" This man is probably the young appearance of the old man, but he didn't expect the old man to stick to the puppet show for so long.

"No, I liked to watch puppet shows when I was a child, but now my family is in the middle of the road, and I can only use puppet shows to support my family." The man was slightly shy, and he was embarrassed to say the reason.

"Just like it, you have such attainments, you are very talented." The drama and dance were excellent, and I thought that the man had learned puppet shows since he was a child.

"Really? It's the first time I've been complimented. The man was very excited, and his eyes did not hide the look of excitement.

"Can you dance for me?" She could feel that the puppet was extraordinary, and she was afraid that she had already cultivated her soul. The matter of the hotel, I am afraid that she also commanded others to do it.

"Okay, but the puppet's makeup is a little off, let me touch up her makeup." After speaking, he picked up the brush at hand and dipped it in paint. Carefully eyebrows for the puppet, between the slight movement of the fingers, the puppet's face, like a finely carved painting, slowly bloomed her beauty.

The curtain opened again, and the clear bell rang.

I saw the wisps of traction on the stage, circulating at the fingertips of the young man. The glamorous puppet's red clothes fluttered and danced a shocking song.

Gradually, the silk thread seemed to disappear, and only the beautiful puppet was left dancing alone on the stage.

"You did the hotel business?" Qingyan asked sharply.

"It's just some dying people, and I want them to live longer." The red-clothed puppet waved the water sleeve, the thin waist was difficult to stand, and suddenly closed the sleeve, ending the dance.

"You have no right to dictate the lives of others." Qingyan said coldly.

"What about powerlessness, I've already done it." The red-clothed puppet dragged his long coat and slowly walked towards Qingyan.

"So I'm here to take you." Countless spirit runes soared up, quickly surrounding Qing Yan.

"Take me?" The puppet's dancôme-covered fingers looked at Qing Yan with little meaning. "You can be in my illusion now, you might as well finish listening to my story."

The red sleeves faded lightly, blurring the Danqing picture.

The scenery around Qingyan has been replaced by a teahouse, and on the tea house where he is sitting, the puppet in front of him has also changed into a cheongsam with white flowers on a blue background, looking delicate and gentle. She cocked her orchid finger and took a gentle sip of tea.

He gently lowered the teacup and smiled at the corner of his lips.

"Probably hear me tell my story." The puppet asks Qingyan for advice.

"Say." She tossed around so much that she had to let herself listen to her story, and she couldn't refuse anymore.

"Miss Qingyan knows the Nine Xuan Peach Tree?"

"Naturally, I know that it is the spiritual tree of Taoism." The peach tree can be used to ward off evil spirits, and the Jiuxuan peach tree is a peach tree that has borne nine peaches, and this tree has the aura and is the best choice for driving away evil spirits.

"I'm a puppet made from the Nine Peach Trees." The puppet bowed his head and said.

"What!" The material of the peach tree is special, so it is not suitable for being a puppet at all, what kind of person would choose a peach tree as a puppet.

"Don't be surprised, the master was looking for materials and couldn't get them, so he made me out of the peach trees at home. Back then, when the troubled times were sealed, the master's family was in the middle of the road, so he could only make me and make money to support his family by performing puppet shows. The red-clothed puppet remembered that his master had shown his face at night, and his expression was so serious.

"But then the war broke out, the owner and his family were separated, so they could only take me south to flee for their lives, and we were the only ones who depended on each other all the way."

"The years were chaotic, I snuggled up to each other with him, and finally survived until the end of the war, but the master's youth was gone with the green silk turned white, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be polished by the years, deeper and deeper, revealing death. In the end, he could no longer dance the silk thread, and his audience was slowly getting older, one by one as the wind turned into sand. The master is old and his spectators are old, and the young people are reluctant to come to see the play, let alone take over the business that has no future. The red-clothed puppet said this, with tears in his eyes, and the orchid finger gently picked up the teacup.

"So, you killed them!"

"I said I was just making their lives longer, and since only one person can pull the strings, then the others can only be puppets." The corners of the red-clothed puppet's lips hooked up with an indissoluble smile.

"Paranoia!"

"I'm a puppet, I need to know so much." The red-clothed puppet gently put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and walked to Qing Yan's side.

"That old man shouldn't have lived so long, what did you do to him." Qingyan said in a deep voice, according to what the puppet said, the old man is now at least one hundred and twenty years old, can a normal old man live that long? And there is also the spirit to do this opera.

"The world only sighs that the play is ruthless, but they don't realize that they are also the people in the play." The puppet sighed in a low voice, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were moving.

Qing Yan looked at the young man intently and found that the young man was holding countless silk threads behind him. While he controls this puppet, lust also controls him.

"Maybe you should let him go, that would be a relief for him." If you are a human being, you will have desires, and you will have what you want. But once they have this kind of thought, the desire in their hearts will evolve into countless silk threads, controlling their every move, and even their words and deeds. There are many desires, there are the most basic physical desires, the desire to achieve fame, and the desire to have a good person. These desires, whether good or bad, will firmly control him.

"Put? He is free, but who will free me. The corners of the red-clothed puppet fluttered and flew towards the big red stands. Dao Gu is emotional and interesting! Go see your little lover. ”

"What a little lover." It's Ye Ye, it's not good, he seems to be trapped in the illusion world.

The spirit rune in his hand flew out, breaking the illusion in front of him. The puppet on the stage suddenly lay on the ground as if it had been torn apart, and the young man's skin instantly began to turn old, but his movements were still proceeding in an orderly manner.

"Yeye!" This is just a puppet's illusion, Ye Ye must be trapped in other illusions, how can I find him?

Just when Qing Yan was worried, the familiar scene in front of him appeared in front of Qing Yan again.

It was still on the high stage, but there was no red puppet curtain, and there was no man with the thread. The red-clothed woman on the stage fluttered her clothes, and danced a shocking song between the lotus steps.

There was only Ye Ye alone in the empty space, sitting on a chair reclined, supporting his head with one hand, and his eyes were full of banter.

Qing Yan looked intently at the person flying on the stage, his hand was raised slightly, and the neckline of his red coat slid down, like a white and round shoulder. The eyebrows were raised lightly, and the smile on the corners of her lips charmed all beings. When he saw the woman clearly, the expression on Qingyan's face could no longer be described as shock. It's her!! This woman looks exactly like herself. (To be continued.) )