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The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river.

Extraordinary dreamed at night, he walked alone along an empty street, the evening wind blew a little cool on his body, the night was deep, there was no one on the road, from the air came the intermittent sound of opera, vaguely audible, it was a woman's voice, sent into the ears of the extraordinary with the wind, it sounded particularly desolate, full of endless sadness and sorrow.

Bufan walked in the direction where the song came, walked street after alley, and finally, a chic theater came into view, the woman's singing voice obviously came from this theater, Bufan gently pushed open the door of the theater, facing a small stage, on the stage stood a Hua Dan wearing a colorful costume, peerless, beautiful posture, singing Peking Opera in his mouth......

Bufan quietly looked at the woman on the stage, and for a moment she was fascinated, she looked so sad and desperate, her singing seemed to penetrate the soul, with endless mourning, making the listener cry with heartache......

Bufan woke up from a dream, and there seemed to be a woman's sad singing voice in his ears, and Bufan found that there were tears flowing out of his eyes, wetting his cheeks, I was crying in a dream? Bufan felt a little embarrassed, wiped away his tears with his hands, turned over, and continued to sleep.

But my heart has not been calm, I always feel that what I saw just now is not a dream, it is a real thing that happened in this city, an unknown past.

Looking at the situation in the dream, it should not be modern, probably the Republic of China. Bufan recalled it carefully.

Who is that sad woman? Why do I dream of her?

Ay! No matter, it's just a dream. Thinking about doing so much, Bufan shook his head, feeling that he was really ridiculous.

Dream Bar.

Lao Geng came again, he brought news of Lao Duan to Bufan, Lao Duan was dealing with an evil ghost recently, it is said that this evil ghost has been dead for many years, has deep qualifications, and has been instructed by a master, quite a little ability, even Lao Duan is greatly injured.

"Is that done now?" For the first time, Bufan heard that Lao Duan had encountered a difficult opponent, and he was very curious.

"No, that evil ghost is very cunning, you advance and I retreat, you retreat and I disturb, the tossed old Duan has no way to take him." Lao Geng took a glass of wine and drank it down, "The wine in this bar is still not good, grandson." ”

"Lao Duan didn't suffer a loss," Bufan said gloatingly.

"Fortunately, he didn't suffer much loss, but the person who asked him to exorcise the ghost was urgent." Lao Geng didn't notice the extraordinary expression.

Extraordinary smiled, "It's okay, Lao Duan can handle it, if Lao Duan can't handle it, then no one can handle it, of course, except for me." ”

"Haha, that's, you're sure you can do it," Lao Geng laughed, "If Lao Duan can't figure it out, I'll recommend you to others, how about it?" ”

"Just waiting for your words," Bufan said with a smile.

An old place in S City was to be demolished, but the demolition team encountered strange things one after another, either the bulldozer used for the demolition could not be started, or the workers of the demolition team were sick, or there was a sudden strange wind, and the workers who blew couldn't open their eyes, and the dust fascinated the sight of the big guys, and they couldn't continue the work.

The captain of the demolition team felt that this matter was indeed a bit evil, and a few workers had stopped doing it, saying that the house could not be demolished, and there must be something unclean in the way, and if it continued to be forcibly demolished, it would lead to a greater disaster.

The captain Zhang had to stop work temporarily, but the above had already urged him several times, and it would not be a matter to drag it out again.

Lao Zhang had no choice, so he had to set up an offering table in front of the house to be demolished, burning incense and worshipping Buddha. After this series of things was completed, that night, Lao Zhang led more than a dozen big men of the construction team to start working.

Just as he was about to start, a gust of wind blew, and more than a dozen people heard the sound of a woman singing in the house at the same time, which sounded particularly terrible at night.

"Boss, this ...... Who is singing Peking Opera? A worker trembled and approached Lao Zhang, "It is said that this used to be a small theater and sang Peking Opera." ”

"That's right, this theater has been closed since the War of Resistance Against Japan, and then it has been abandoned, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it has been protected as a cultural relic. An older worker said, "My house is near here, and I heard from the old people." ”

"What else have you heard?" Lao Zhang pricked up his ears to listen to the singing, and nervously asked the older worker.

"Haunted." The older worker whispered, "Some people say that women often hear the sound of women singing in this deserted theater in the middle of the night...... No one has ever dared to come close here. ”

"Really? What age is this, and what kind of ghosts and gods are there, I don't believe it. An eighteen or nineteen-year-old man disagreed, "Uncle is trying to scare people, haunted, you still participate in the demolition team?" ”

"Hehe...... "Hey," the older worker laughed suddenly, "I'm here to warn you." ”

"Warn us?" Lao Zhang looked at him suspiciously.

"I belong to this theater, and I was here a century ago."

"A century ago? What are you kidding, how old are you, you look like you're in your forties at most. Lao Zhang smiled dumbly.

"I'm not kidding," said the older worker, whose voice was low and his eyes gleamed, "I came here a hundred years ago, and eighty years ago I was forty years old when I died. ”

His voice was not loud, but all the fourteen people present heard it, and the fourteen people couldn't help but shiver.

"Boss, there seems to be one more person in the construction team, it should be fourteen people, and now it is fifteen people." Lao Li next to Lao Zhang said in a trembling voice to his ear.

"I'll have one more." The older man grinned grimly: "Is this house still demolished?" ”

"Ahh With a burst of shouts, the fourteen great men fled in fright, and soon disappeared into the night.

The middle-aged man, who claimed to have died eighty years ago, snorted disdainfully, then turned and walked into the old and old theater.

"Girl, stop singing, they're all gone." He said to the people inside.

The woman wearing colorful costumes on the stage smiled faintly at the middle-aged man, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of charm.

"No, I'm going to sing until my brother comes back." She said stubbornly, and her voice was as melodious as a lark.

After speaking, she flicked her sleeves and continued to sing, her body soft and charming.

She sang:

"Once you are ruthless now, boasting openly and secretly, can you say that the two will be separated from now on? Go, go, go back to the palace! Annoyed with Li Erlang, he competed to leave the slave behind, and left the slave for a long night. I only ended up in a cold mood and went back to the palace alone......"