That person, I saw not long ago, and when this person appeared, it was as if the stage had taken on a new look, and it had become a different kind of place.

The huge light reflected from this man's body covered the whole room, and I felt dizzy, and when I stared at him, I never saw the necklace around his neck again, but there was always a silver-white light in my eyes.

Before he knew it, the man was walking away on the countertop. The footsteps were accompanied by a string of broken dots, intermingling, like a kind of alarm clock to wake me up.

Suddenly I woke up, and I almost didn't get up from my seat, but then I was pressed by someone behind me, signaling me to block their view.

I glanced back, smiled at them, and didn't say much.

Returning to my original position, I looked at the man and suddenly heard a cheer from the audience, which startled me.

Determined, I tried to keep my mind focused on the stage, but I didn't bother to glance at the crowd around me.

"Hey!" A voice suddenly appeared, shattered my thoughts, and turned back. I looked at this man, and I saw that it was a middle-aged man.

After this person said to me, he pointed to the person I had been following and asked, "Do you know him?" Why do you keep staring at him? ”

This is a theater, not a movie theater, so the audience in the audience speaks very casually, because the sound on the stage is very loud.

As long as it wasn't the kind of quarrel, basically no one noticed, so I started talking to this person.

The main content almost revolves around the person on stage, the characters in and out of the play, and the origin of this person.

Seeing that I was so interested in this person, the other party looked at me in surprise, and I immediately shook my head at him, "It's not what you think, I ......"

Before he finished speaking, there was another sound on the stage, and immediately the table was emptied, all the characters left, and after the curtain was opened, the next play was about to begin.

But when I saw the repertoire, I couldn't help but be surprised, this play is both familiar and unfamiliar, I have seen it in many places, but it is performed by different people.

If you look at it again today, maybe it's the end!

Thinking like this, the person I was talking to just now smiled again and pointed to the people on the stage, "This will, the person you follow is the protagonist!" ”

I nodded, retracting my gaze, "Do you know who this person is?" ”

"I don't know, I just heard that he seems to have the surname Qiu, this surname is rare, but if you really want to know, you can go backstage and ask."

I repeated in a low voice, and then I looked up at the stage again, always feeling that I had heard this unfamiliar surname there.

He shook his head, shook off the content that couldn't be relevant, and then continued to ask the people around him, "You don't know who he was invited to?" ”

The other party thought for a while, and then replied, "All the people in the village are basically from the clan, but the generational relationship may be far and near, and they also come from different regions, but most of them have a certain relationship with their own clan, but there are too many people, and no one can remember who is invited, and he also painted a face on his face." ”

I nodded, and after seeing that there were no clues, I had to hold back and not continue to ask, just waiting for the end of the play.

The stage was bustling, but I couldn't appreciate it, but in such a place that was suitable for the open air, the loud shouting of the crowd and the hard singing of the actors on stage, as if echoing each other from afar, could not let me rest.

In the midst of this noise, I got through it, and at the curtain call, I said a word to the man, and I was ready to leave and go backstage to return to this person.

But as soon as I walked over, I saw Baizhou leave first, and when I followed him, I saw him go straight to the backstage, and the person just now was coming.

As I spoke, I also walked over to avoid another big drama, and then I curiously asked about the identity of this person, and Baizhou and him turned around at the same time and asked me why I was here.

I hesitated to explain the previous things to him, and after listening to Baizhou, he introduced to me that this person's name is Qiu Xian, who was taught in weaving, because he was eager to learn a hundred schools, so when Baizhou was free, the two met, and then performed the gift of master and apprentice.

Speaking of which, the friendship between the two can be described as both teachers and friends, and this time they came because of the succession of the patriarch, but for the techniques taught by Baizhou, he also practiced diligently, but he was a little "clumsy"

I looked at the other party a few more times, and saw that the person was looking at me and wiping the oil paint off his face, revealing the face of a handsome young man.

As his face became clearer and clearer, I felt that he was in his twenties, with good features, and if you looked closely, you would find a kind of vitality emanating from his eyebrows.

We looked at each other for a long time, until the other party completely wiped the oil paint off his face, and then turned his head sideways to ask Baizhou about my identity.

Baizhou looked at me again, explained my relationship with him, and then said, "You seem to know each other very well!" ”

I reacted in hindsight and hurriedly laughed, "Actually, I feel that this name is a little ......."

I think I've heard it there, but I can't remember it for a while.

The other party also smiled, "Maybe you've heard about my work!" ”

As he spoke, the man looked at Baizhou again, and after whispering a few words, he hurriedly said goodbye.

After he left, Baizhou pulled me out of here, and asked me about the doubts in my eyes, and I didn't know how to explain so much to him, but finally asked about his apprentice.

Baizhou thought for a moment, and then said in detail, he said that it was the inheritor of weaving, and in recent years, it has been rare, and that person is one of the only descendants at present.

He also had an older sister who was proficient in the same technique, but like him, he was often on the move, learning all kinds of skills, in order to add more practical things to his subtle skills.

What the times need is for everyone to change, and no one wants to be bound and abandoned by the times, so they try their best to make various attempts at their own techniques.

Weaving is an ancient art that originated from weaving, and was later applied to other fields through the efforts of generations.

Over the millennia, they have changed so much, some for the better, and not so much.

But for now, most of the craftsmen have been completely replaced by machinery, so their work area has been improved and replaced with the repair of some of the same products.

The intricate and delicate textiles, the patterns that are layered together before they come together, and the long history that has left us with too many treasures.

But in the treasure house of the times, there will always be a need to make room for a new owner.

Some people are reluctant, so they don't change it, and finally they are forgotten by the world, while some people are trying to let the world hear their voices, and everything that is irreplaceable will eventually be retained by another group of people in the most special way.

We talked and walked, and when we returned to the residence, it was almost time to eat, Liu Ran was still in the study, and when I went to call her, I saw her leaning on the table and already asleep.

When I woke her up, the other party felt in a trance, and after calming down, he reacted and asked, "You're back!" ”

I didn't answer, just asked her to leave with me first, and then asked her how she had fallen asleep.

The other party rubbed his head and recalled, "Maybe I watched it for too long and fell asleep before I knew it!" ”

Back in the kitchen, I had a rare home-cooked meal, but there were still a lot of spicy dishes in the dish, which made me a little unaccustomed.

After the meal, Baizhou said that there were other things, so he went out first, and Liu Ran and I returned to the study for the rest, but when I said that I was going to go back in the next few days, and asked Liu Ran what she meant, she shook her head.

"There are too many materials here, I need to stay, study them carefully, you go back first!"

I nodded silently, and as I sat down in my chair, I wanted to ask her what she had found, but I opened my mouth, but I didn't know where to start.

There were a lot of documents on the table, some of which had been opened and some of which had not.

"Well, do you have anything else you want me to bring back?" As I spoke, I was bored to sort out the files.

"Help me go and see Dongfang, I can't contact him recently, and I don't know what happened to him!"

I sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll go find him when I get back!" ”

Sorting through the file in my hand, I saw the provenance of the photo again, and finally shook my head and didn't say anything more.

Maybe it was a dream, a door that had never been opened, and locked in those unfounded memories of oneself.

That woman, could it be the masked man from many years ago? Is her surname Ding? The answer to all this will only be answered when we see her again.

I put down the folder, and the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt, so I got up and left the study, and as I walked back, I took out my phone and went to book a ticket for tomorrow.

But as soon as I took out my mobile phone and called the number on the yellow pages, the phone suddenly rang again, and the screen showed that someone had called me.

The two channels suddenly crowded together, which made me frown, but after a few moments, I hung up the number that was about to be dialed.