A painter who travels the whole land and paints landscape paintings everywhere?

I was shaken, and a sense of déjà vu slowly developed in my heart.

Xu Yiyu eased his nerves and continued: "At that time, my grandfather's whole hand was infected and he was dying, he knew that he was dead, his wife would not live, and the child in his womb would also die, but when he saw that person, he felt hope, so he knelt down and begged that person to let his wife go. ”

The young painter called himself Cheng Xun.

He looked at the distressed couple, and then looked at the meat on Xu Qing's arm, and understood everything, everyone said: The play is thin, as thin as one side, but the Xu Qing in front of him can cut meat to feed his wife and children, and he is a person with a loving and righteous temperament.

He sighed in his heart, nodded his head and agreed, saying: I can only send her out, but I will not support your wife and children for the rest of your life.

Xu Qing is a smart person.

He knows that his craft is worth a thousand gold, and he can make a comeback wherever he goes. But without him, even if his wife is a waste outside, he can't support the child in his belly, so he made a decision before he died.

"What decision?" I asked him.

Xu Yiyu stroked the costume next to him, stroked the silky silk fabric, and sighed faintly:

"At that time, he knew that he couldn't live, in a ruined temple, let his grandmother help peel off the skin on his back, dry his own human skin, and make a shadow puppet show, saying that let grandma find a knowledgeable buyer, the shadow puppet show is basically made of cowhide, but there is a rumor that the human skin of a top Hua Dan is peeled alive and made into a shadow puppet show, the puppet is vivid, just like a real person, and will sing by itself, which is a treasure sought after by everyone."

I was silent for a moment.

Where did that place come from? In the ruined temple, asking his wife to peel off half of the human skin on her back alive must be very cruel.

Personally disposing of his own human skin, drying, cutting, and making shadow puppets in the broken temple, it is simply appalling, that Xu Qing is really a ruthless person.

At that time, Xu Qing peeled off the human skin on his back to make a shadow puppet play, and he was almost gone, his face was ruddy like a return to the light, and he came to Cheng Xun, and bowed his head fiercely in front of the painter who was still painting on the cliff:

"I have heard the name of Mr. Cheng Xun for a long time, the Huangpu Bund in Shanghai Tan has been rumored to rise, and everyone is in the shadows, known as a stroke of painting landscapes, a needle to stab ghosts and gods, to see if we can tattoo a ghost picture for our contemptible wife on the love of old craftsmen, there is no long thing, the reward of this tattoo singing opera is returned, please tattoo my soul on my wife into a tattoo, guard her, so that she can sing, have the ability to live, so that my Xu family is continuous!"

Cheng Xun glanced at Xu Qing and said: It's not that I don't show affection, I have rules for tattooing, I don't tattoo people's souls, it hurts the heavens and the peace, and I don't listen to the play, even if you are a famous actor in a province, it's useless, this reward is useless to me, this business, don't accept it.

In the eyes of some, this play is worth a thousand gold, and in the eyes of others, it is worthless.

Xu Qing's face turned red, he bent down deeply, and said calmly: "I have a play, I can only sing it once in my life, and I will never hear it from other people, even if I don't know how to play, I will be fascinated by it, and it must be worth my husband's tattoo for my wife!" ”

Cheng Xun didn't answer and continued to paint.

Xu Qing didn't speak, he let his wife knock the stone with a stick next to him, and he was under the banyan tree, holding a short sword that he carried, dancing and singing Farewell to the Overlord.

He plays two roles by himself, and sings very beautifully:

"Since I, I have fought with the king in the east and west, and have suffered from wind and frost and toil, year after year. Hate only hated the unTaoist Qin ruined the lives of the people, and only caused the people to suffer and suffer"

This song Farewell My Concubine, the sadness of the overlord's desperation to the fullest, sang to the part of the overlord Wujiang killing himself, he suddenly lifted the sword in his hand, cut his throat and killed himself, his neck was dripping blood, and he continued to sing sadly

Xu Qing was singing, blood was dripping, but he was laughing.

The wife next to her was knocking on the stone with a stick, watching her husband sing under the banyan tree, howling and crying, crying heartbreakingly, really like that Yu Ji.

And that Cheng Xun didn't watch the drama of the husband and wife.

He stood on the top of the cliff, with his back to the two of them, and continued to face the scenery below the mountain, and continued to paint landscape as if nothing happened.

Ay!

As I listened to this, I could feel the sadness of the picture at that time, on the cliff, two people singing, one with his back to painting.

"There are only lovers who are rare in the world."

When Zhao Banxian heard this, he sighed and said: "I also like to watch dramas, but it's a pity that I didn't see that first play with my own eyes, a song of farewell to my concubine, I really cut my throat, I'm afraid it's the swan song in the world, singing with my life, it's the only one." ”

For a person who is addicted to drama, it is simply an incomparable shock, but unfortunately, Cheng Xun at that time was a person who didn't understand drama, and he didn't watch it at all.

But if you don't look at it, it doesn't mean you won't be touched.

He sighed that there was such a loving and sexual person in the world, so he turned his head and stopped painting, looked at Xu Qing's corpse under the big banyan tree until he was exhausted, took his soul of play, used his blood as ink, and slowly tattooed it on the back of his howling wife.

Named: Affection.

The color of that face is bright red. Lifelike, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, but two drops of eyes slipped out of the corners of his eyes, like crying and laughing.

Zhao Banxian sighed, looked at me and said: "Although that Cheng Xun is ruthless, he is also an interesting person, I thought he should be a stone heart, and he was hurt a lot, but he was also cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so he agreed to the request and named the face tattoo picture, which has a lot of meaning." ”

Later, Cheng Xun fulfilled his promise, although he did not promise Xu Qing before his death, he still fulfilled it.

He sent Xu Qing's wife outside, left the famine, came to the south, gave birth to a child and started a new life.

And that affection made her, who had no singing skills, later become a famous actor, and the tattoo technique of that affection was also handed over to the Xu family, so that it could not be passed on, and became an iron rice bowl for the Xu family opera troupe to eat from generation to generation.

"This is the noble man back then, who personally rewarded our Xu family with a mouthful of food to eat, so that we would not starve to death." Xu Yiyu sighed with a complicated face.

The origin of this picture is singing and crying.

Zhao Banxian's eyes were complicated, and he said: "I haven't been born yet in the Shaanxi famine in the Republic of China era, but I have also heard that countless people have changed their children and eaten, and some evil and crazy victims eat people everywhere, but this actor Xu Qing is the opposite, cutting his own flesh and skinning, he is really a person of love and sex, in order to save his wife and children, people say that the drama is ruthless, and he can't tell what is true and false, I don't agree with this, this Xu Qing is true temperament." ”

I nodded.

He is indeed a good person who sacrifices his life for righteousness.

Cheng Xun, is my grandfather, he never told me about his past, I couldn't imagine that he was so powerful before, when he was young, he was also traveling around the world to paint landscape paintings, I don't know what the connection is with the tattoo master who tattooed the tiger.

But after explaining the origin of the picture, I looked at him and said: "The first generation of drama Xu Qing because of the famine, you are willing to turn into a tattoo, and the tattoo on your wife is understandable, but you began to harm people later?" Now you're still secretly killing people, stabbing this picture, just to make yourself sing? Are you worthy of Xu Qing? ”

The viciousness of this tattoo is because it also has requirements for Yin Spirits.

It is necessary to tattoo the ghost of the person you love and kill your beloved to tattoo this strange face, so every generation of the Xu family must kill the other half of themselves

Xu Yiyu stopped speaking for a while.

Zhao Banxian next to him was anxious, and said excitedly: "Xiao Xu, you have grown up under my watch, you are a good child, not like the kind of person who will kill people and tattoo people in tattoos for the sake of singing!" ”

Xu Yiyu breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "This is the rule of our family for generations, if you don't have a job in singing, you don't know what to do, you can't go hungry, but our family has been looking for terminally ill people of the opposite sex for generations, to please each other, and when the other party likes us, we will wait for her to take her soul when she is dying." ”

Deceive the love, and then deceive the soul.

Zhao Banxian trembled with anger and scolded: "You are simply a scumbag!" Even if it's a terminal illness, it's not as fun as you! ”

Xu Yiyu bowed his head, not daring to face us.

I looked at him and cowered, and said coldly: "I gave you this thorny picture of the Xu family back then, but the descendants used it to hurt the heavens and reason, and now I take it back, can I have any objections!?" ”