Old man Wang's eyes were innocent, as if he was worried that I would be angry. He stopped talking about his birthday feast. He began to talk about the things in the temple fair again.

I stood by, silently thinking.

When I moved to the empty house, Old Man Wang was already confused. I often can't find a home. Could it be said. His soul mistook his funeral for a birthday feast?

However, this is not impossible. After what Old Man Wang said just now, I suddenly found that there are indeed many similarities between the birthday banquet and the funeral...... I can't think of life and death, and I can connect it in this way.

I stood on the ground and didn't move, so Old Man Wang didn't dare to walk around. Just kept talking about the temple fair.

I suddenly realized that he was actually very nervous, for fear that I would walk away after the cold show, so I tried to talk as much as I could, trying to keep me in this way. And he didn't know it. Most people hate his nagging because of it.

I suddenly felt a little pitiful for him. So he smiled at him: "Old man, let's go on." Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the show. ”

Old man Wang saw me take the initiative to speak. Immediately overjoyed, he said, "It's okay, it's okay." The boss promised me that he wouldn't start until I came. ”

I tried to laugh with him: "Isn't it? This is a special show for you to play alone, of course I have to wait for you. ”

The two of us walked for a while. I asked, "Old man, do you think your birthday is different from before?" ”

Old man Wang said: "It's much more lively than before. "Hugh Shuangjincai.

I said, "Is it just a lot more lively?" Do you feel that this birthday is a bit familiar? Maybe you've seen it in someone else's house before, such as eating a big pot of rice and delivering a car......"

Old man Wang listened to me say this. Eyes lit up: "I'm really impressed." You make me think about it. I seem to have seen birthdays like this. But where is it? Why can't I remember? ”

I see that Old Man Wang is meditating, and his demeanor is not faking. I sighed and thought to myself, "Looks like he's really confused." It's not pretending to be like this, you're trying to deceive me. ”

But think about it. When Old Man Wang was alive, he was kind to others, and when he saw everyone, he laughed, and when he died, he became a ghost, so he shouldn't hurt anyone.

I put my mind at ease and had a chat with Old Man Wang. Old man Wang said: "I don't know if there will be such a big show when I celebrate my birthday next year." ”

I said, "You like pomp, I'll go talk to your son and ask him to get ready." ”

Old man Wang hurriedly said, "You don't need to tell him this. In case he complains that you are an outsider and troublesome, it will not be good. ”

I sighed in my heart: "You won't see such a big show next year." Your son didn't change your birthday, but from the moment you breathed, you only had a death day, but a birthday. When you die, only a few people from your closest relatives will burn two pieces of paper in front of the grave. It's very bleak. ”

I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard Old Man Wang muttering, "It's really strange. I used to walk for so long that I was so tired that I had to take a break. I don't feel it at all today. ”

I said, "Have you noticed that you don't walk the same way you normally now?" ”

Old man Wang said suspiciously: "Is it different?" I don't feel it. ”

I looked at his feet. He was still on tiptoe, walking forward step by step.

The imps are very light, and if they walk like normal people, they will be uncomfortable. Once you are a ghost, after a few hours of adaptation, you will choose this way of walking.

Old Wang's mind was confused, and his way of walking had changed, but he didn't notice it.

We turned a corner and found the lights ahead.

I saw more than a dozen tents around the temple of the judges. These tents were filled with acrobats, singers and dancers, and circus performers. Light bulbs are hung in front of the tents, which illuminate the surroundings very brightly.

Old man Wang consciously avoided those light bulbs and walked through the shadows.

I saw this kind of garbage on the ground that had fallen during the day. There were sorbet sticks, snack bags, and rotten apples, and the air was still filled with the smell of daytime excitement, but now that it was night, it was quiet...... This mess made me feel that the Judge Temple was very lonely.

It seems that the loneliest thing is not the emptiness, but the desertion after the carnival is over.

Old man Wang called me: "Zhao Mang, why don't you leave?" ”

I turned around and asked, "Where's the stage?" ”

Old man Wang said: "The stage is relatively biased. Young people nowadays don't like to watch theater anymore. So the stage was set up in the distance. ”

I snorted. He followed Old Man Wang over.

I saw that a few hundred steps away from the Judge's Temple, there was indeed a small stage. The stage was empty, except for a light bulb hanging in the center. There was a man on the table lying on the table, sleeping at his desk.

Old man Wang shouted, "Boss? Boss? ”

The man sat up and asked, "Who is calling me?" ”

Old man Wang said, "It's me." Didn't we make an appointment to sing? ”

The man rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said, "Yes, singing, I remember." Wait for me, I'll have to dress up. ”

Then, he turned and walked backstage.

I saw that the man's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he had apparently not slept well for a few days. Beneath the electric light, there was a distinct shadow at his feet. This is a living person.

I wondered in my heart: "Why did the living make an appointment with the ghost and want to sing for him?" What's going on with the two of them? ”

I looked at Old Man Wang and asked, "When did you two make an appointment to listen to the play at night?" ”

Old man Wang said: "I made an appointment two days ago. When they sing, there is already a night play. Specially sung for people who haven't heard enough. It's just that now there are fewer and fewer people listening to the play, and no one wants to come out at night. However, as long as someone wants to hear it and say something good, they will still sing it. ”

I frowned and said, "I'm asking you, you two made an appointment to listen to the play in the evening, was it before your birthday, or after your birthday?" ”

Old man Wang thought for a while and said, "It was made before the birthday." I come every day. At that time, my son would send me to the theater every night, and when he was done, he would pick me up. But after his birthday, his attitude changed greatly. When I talked to him, he didn't pretend to hear. I don't have my share of cooking anymore. If he doesn't do it for me, I'll be angry and stop eating. After a long time, I don't feel hungry. It's good to save food. ”

I smiled helplessly: "Your son wants to talk to you, but he can't hear you." ”

I said to the old man Wang, "Since your son won't send you to the play." How have you been listening these days? ”

Old man Wang said: "After my birthday, I came by myself. But every time I have to look for a long time. Last night, I couldn't find my home, so I wandered around the city all night and went back at almost dawn. ”

I thought to myself, "It's really dangerous. If you turn around a little longer, after dawn, you are likely to be hurt by yang energy. ”

At this time, the singer had already come out. He wiped a big black face and screamed.

Old man Wang said to me, "This is pretending to be a Bao Gong." Today sing the Bao Gong case. ”

I nodded: "It turned out to be Bao Gong." Take a good look at it, old man. When you're done, call me, and we'll go back. ”

Old man Wang agreed, and sat down on a pile of broken bricks in front of the stage. Look ahead intently.

There was no accompaniment on stage, and no speakers were used. Only Bao Gong was alone, dancing and singing. This kind of scene is really weird.

And I leaned against the tree, trying to get some sleep. But I couldn't sleep. The little ghosts watching the play, the weird plays, these things are constantly circling in my head, and I don't feel sleepy at all.

Bao Gong was still squeaking and singing, and I couldn't understand a word. I only felt that this Bao Gong was very majestic, and his whole body was full of anger. I feel that in the entire temple fair, only this Bao Gong is the most appropriate for the judge in the temple.

I yawned and thought to myself, "When Bao Gong finishes singing, I'll send Old Man Wang back." Be sure to come back after dawn to see what's going on here. ”