As the night fell, a bright moon hung in the sky, the white light shone on the earth, and the green mountains and green waters were faintly illuminated by the moonlight.

The waterside promenade along the river is lit up with small colorful light bulbs.

In the open space of the activity center, a platform five or six meters wide and three or four meters high was erected, and a large curtain was tied to the pillars on both sides of the platform, suspended about half a meter away from the platform.

Next to the platform, on two standing bamboo poles, two large incandescent lamps are hung, illuminating as bright as day.

The villagers and tourists who were waiting after eating early came over in twos and threes with stools and chairs as the light bulbs turned on.

On the lawn of the garden, Da Bai and Lao Hei were playing with the children in the village, Lao Hei raised Huahua with his tail, threw it up and caught it, in exchange for Huahua's excited screams, as if performing acrobatics.

The tourists from H City looked at this scene dumbfounded, and after a long time, Fan Gaoxin stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, then turned his head and asked Mingyuan, "Are you sure this village is normal?" ”

Mingyuan scratched his head in confusion, and didn't understand what he said, where is this village abnormal, it's normal!

Understanding the meaning in Mingyuan's eyes, Fan Gaoxin patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the two playing with the child and said, "The tiger python and humans live in harmony. ”

Turning his finger around, he pointed to the people who were chatting with Xiao Chen and a few of their little girls, "A very slippery little village girl who plays with knives, oh yes, there is also a cheap bird, are you sure this village is not a place where the hidden family hides?" ”

As if remembering something, Fan Gaoxin approached Mingyuan. He asked mysteriously, "Now that we know the secrets of the village, will we be killed?" ”

Mingyuan looked at Fan Gaoxin stupidly, and it took several minutes to digest the meaning of his words. Look at him like a prehistoric monster.

It turns out that Brother Fan doesn't care about being ruthless, and he has a big brain, with such a rich imagination, it's a pity not to be a screenwriter, with his imagination, maybe Huaxia's screenwriting career will rise in his hands.

What a businessman, it's too condescending.

Come to think of this. Mingyuan patted Fan Gaoxin on the shoulder and asked sincerely, "Brother Fan, have you ever thought about changing careers to become a screenwriter?" ”

If Brother Fan changes careers to become screenwriters and make movies. He must invest, ask for money for money, and ask people to give to people.

Fan Gaoxin's heroic brows furrowed into a distorted caterpillar, and he looked at Mingyuan puzzled, "I didn't think about changing careers." I'm doing a good job. What is Rausch going to do as a screenwriter?

Don't interrupt, you haven't answered me just now, is my guess correct? ”

Thinking that this village was a gathering place for the hidden family, Fan Gaoxin's heart was hot, should he go to apprentice?

By the way, the old man who just went to the backstage must be an elder-level figure, looking at the temperament of the whole body and the snow-white beard. It's very similar to the worldly masters in martial arts novels.

Hearing that he didn't plan to be a screenwriter, Mingyuan shook his head in disappointment. patted Fan Gaoxin on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Brother Fan, if you go back, let's go to the hospital for a check-up!" Really, the brain hole is not a disease, it kills when you get sick! ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Fan Gaoxin thought about Mingyuan's words, and after reacting for a long time, his face turned dark, rubbing, this dead boy scolded him for being sick.

In such an abnormal village, it is normal for him to think too much, so as to cut down !!

"Old Fan, come here." Fan Gaoxin, who was full of annoyance, was thinking about how to rectify Mingyuan, and his friends who came with him called him.

"Hey, come on." Forget it, spare this kid, he thought too much.

In the backstage, Zheng Lao caressed a simple mahogany box, and several old people next to him were wiping with erhu and gongs and drums.

"Old man, I'm sorry to hide you in a box for so many years!" Sighing, Zheng Lao opened the box and picked up a beautifully crafted shadow puppeteer, his eyes full of nostalgia.

When they were young, a group of them ran all over H Province with boxes on their backs, just because some people loved to watch shadow puppet shows, they came all the way to invite them to perform.

At that time, transportation was not convenient, and it was basically a cow pulling a cart with boxes of shadow puppeteers and various musical instruments, as well as their dry food and clothing.

I was tired, but I was happy.

Since when they stopped performing, and when they really missed it, they came to perform once in the ancestral hall of the village, and they didn't go outside at all.

By the way, since the years of turmoil, a respected old artist in the province has been criticized, and they are afraid and dare not go out.

Later, when they can sing, they are also old, and their fame is not as good as before, and not many people still remember them.

Now, how many young people don't know what shadow puppetry is, but more people know about opera.

Shadow puppetry is about to be lost, and with the large number of people today, they will definitely show their best spirit to perform once.

Thinking of this, Zheng Lao looked up at the old guys who were wiping the instruments and said, "Are you ready?" Okay, let's go. ”

"Haha, okay, I haven't performed for a long time, and I'm rusty."

"Yes, the last time I performed was more than ten years ago, and it was really lively, even the people from the next town drove a cart to drag their families over to watch."

"I don't know if I'll ever see such a spectacular scene in the future." Shaking his head, Old Zhao's face was full of embarrassment.

"Anyway, it's good if someone watches it today." patted Zhao Lao on the shoulder, and Zheng Lao's words were comforting.

Hearing this, several people nodded, yes, they don't want to restore the shadow puppet show to the period of complete victory now, as long as someone is willing to watch it.

"Come on, guys!" Stretching out his hand, Zhao Lao's eyes flashed with joy.

Zheng Lao glanced at them, stretched out his hand and folded it on his hand, shouting, "Come on, for our favorite shadow puppet play, take out the best state." ”

The mournful erhu sound remembered, the lights around it dimmed, leaving only the lights on the stage, and on the white curtain, a tiger with hanging eyes first appeared, jumping and moving, and then a bearded man appeared. Tall and majestic.

As the erhu sound was remembered, the sound of the gong began to join it, and a strong male voice opened his throat. The classic track, Wu Song's fight against the tiger began.

"It was a cold October day, and the north wind was blowing tightly;

When the sun sets, Wu Songye is drunk;

Holding a stick in one hand, his clothes are open and his chest is straight;

staggered and staggered, drunk on Jingyang;

The gong shook the sky, just like celebrating a good year;

Bravely kill the big tiger back. All people have the same title;

Wu Song is a good man, and he returned from fighting the tiger today;

The hero is Wu Song, majestic and eternal; ”

Offstage. Whether they had seen a shadow puppet show before or had not, they all fell silent all of a sudden, staring at the curtain. Don't blink.

Not much on the curtain. The exquisitely made shadow puppeteers come to life on it, accompanied by babbling singing, which makes people indulge in it.

As time passed, everyone in the stands shook their heads and immersed themselves in the wonderful performance.

In the corner, Qingli leaned against a ginkgo tree, looking at the field with nostalgia.

In her last life, in her hometown. There are still a lot of old traditions, remember when she was six or seven years old. Their patriarch surnamed Su decided to rebuild the ancestral hall and restore the genealogy, and contacted the two clans that were separated at that time.

That time, all the people surnamed Su gathered together, and after the ancestral hall was built, the big drama of seven days and seven nights came.

At that time, two well-known drama troupes in the province were invited, one was a flower drum play, and the other was a shadow puppet play.

Two opera fights with different styles, after people from ten miles and eight towns received the news, they rushed over with their families.

In the farmland behind Qingli's house, the lights were bright for half a month, babbling and singing on stage, and the people in the audience shook their heads and listened, she and a group of children were scurrying around in the background, and saw a Tsing Yi putting on makeup, and ran over curiously.

The person who sang Tsing Yi also lit a bright red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, sat on a small stool, and watched them put on beautiful clothes and walk to the front of the stage with heavy makeup, very envious.

The village arranged for a few people to live in every family, and the person arranged for her family to come in happened to be the one who sang Tsing Yi, and every day at dawn, Tsing Yi would get up and hang his throat and practice kung fu.

She asked curiously at the time, why do you have to practice every day, isn't it hard?

Tsing Yi said a lot of things, and she didn't remember a lot of them, but she only remembered her sparkling eyes and a sentence of one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage.

I really like it, I really love it, so I can persevere like this, and do boring exercises every day day after day!

watched the performance on the stage, and sang in a low voice: "You put on the phoenix crown and xia veil, and I will hide my eyebrows;

The red curtain tore open an excerpt;

You are not playing yourself, but I am emotionally invested;

The string sohuqin is not exempt from death;

The excerpt is only a fraction of the whole play;

Beginnings and endings are usually not staged;

Whether it is excerpts, opera or shadow puppetry, these traditional folk arts have begun to slowly withdraw from our life and the stage of history.

As a country with a history of 5,000 years of civilization, no matter which one is lost, it is an immeasurable loss.

In our generation, we can still see these traditional arts, and we can quietly appreciate, listen, and applaud.

But what about our next generation, the next generation?

In line with international standards, the contact is electronic and informatized, and the quality of life is improved, but the spirit is empty.

With the development of society and the progress of the times, human relations are becoming more and more indifferent, and electronicization is flooding everyone's life.

Like the enthusiasm between people when I was a child, the scene of a family in trouble and ten families will never be seen again.

Hey, sighing, Qingli's heart was full of helplessness.

She is just a small person, an ordinary member of the crowd, such a thing is none of her business, but today's shadow puppet play evokes her memories.

Why is she willing to stay in a small mountain village and unwilling to go out, she is just tired.

Working hard alone in a big city, no one feels distressed when you are tired, no one comforts you when you cry, and you don't even want to find a hug to warm you when you are sick.

In this life, she doesn't have any lofty ideals, she just wants to be a little peasant girl.

Let grandpa have something to rely on when he is old, so that Lele and Xixi can rely on her before they become adults.

Such days are very down-to-earth and comfortable.

"Why didn't you see that girl from Lili? Where did you go? Taking a puff of his cigarette, Yiyan suddenly asked.

Mo Yu and Mingyuan were stunned, not to mention, they really didn't see the girl after dinner.

"I don't seem to see it, where will she go?" Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, Mingyuan stretched, looked at the moon in the sky, and blinked.

"I'll go find her." After looking around, Mo Yu decided to find someone.

"Let's go check it out, too." Mingyuan said.

Nodding, the three of them began to look for someone in three directions.

Mingyuan went to the water pavilion, Yiyan went to the house, as for Mo Yu, he didn't go anywhere, just looked for it along the garden.

Looking at the person with his back against the trunk of the tree and looking up at the sky, Mo Yu walked over quickly, "Why is you here alone?" ”

"It's nothing, it's almost over, I'll go back first and prepare some supper for you, how about it?" Shaking his head, Qingli reached out and took the leaves on Mo Yu's shoulder, and asked with a smile.

Mo Yu thought for a while and nodded, "I'll go back with you, and I'll go talk to my grandfather and them first." ”

After speaking, he grabbed her waist and walked towards the place where the old man and them were.

By the time the supper was finished, it was almost twelve o'clock, and before I had eaten two bites, I fell asleep uncontrollably.

Lying on the bed, Qingli smiled, patted the pillow, and went to sleep. (To be continued......)