The sky was gloomy with light rain, and there was a faint mist floating in the foothills, and the mountains and rivers had turned into a cloud of ink paintings in the drizzle.

She held an oil-paper umbrella and carried a bamboo basket on her back on the rugged mountain road slowly, under the umbrella on a plain face, the expression was light, the eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as the color of this landscape, and a light cyan dress was almost melted into the rain.

Turning a corner, there was a person standing under the big locust tree next to the mountain road not far away, suddenly appearing in front of him, like a ghost in the mountains and forests.

She paused but did not stop, holding the umbrella and continuing to walk forward, getting closer and closer, and the eyebrows and eyes of the person standing under the locust tree became clear.

A thin and tall young man, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle and not half sharp, his complexion is a little sickly pale, his curly black hair is wet by the falling rain and sticks to the pale skin, which is even more striking in contrast, and his expression is tired and tired, more and more like a ghost and ghost.

Seeing her coming, the son's eyes looked over, as if his eyes were wet by this sudden drizzle, and his eyes were wet.

She didn't take her eyes off it, just stared carefully at the rugged mountain road, and walked straight past him.

"Wait. ”

It was an ordinary chance encounter on the mountain road, but the man suddenly opened his mouth and stopped her.

She stopped, tugged at her basket, and turned to look at him, her eyes inquiring with rustiness.

"Tang suddenly called Miss, it's rude, make amends first, that ......" He suddenly laughed, sweeping away Fang Cai's fatigue, "The mountain rain came suddenly, I didn't bring rain gear, can you please give me a ride?"

She pursed her lips, a little hesitant, but the boy didn't urge, quietly waiting for her to answer.

The mountain rain is still dripping, like a mellow sound of silk and bamboo, ticking in people's hearts, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the mountains in the distance are already white, and they can't see clearly.

Such an atmosphere made her unreasonably nervous.

It was a moment before she spoke, and her voice was like a gentle chirping of a sparrow.

"Where are you going?"

The boy smiled and replied, "Just go to town." ”

She nodded, she was going to the town too, and it was the same way.

She raised the umbrella a little higher and motioned for him to come in.

The boy lowered his head and got under her umbrella, a cold vapor hit his face, and he looked down and patted the water stains on his body, and the chill lightened.

Then he reached out and took the umbrella from her hand, his fingers were like white jade, slender and slender, and he looked good with the handle of the umbrella at the end.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss, I'll hold the umbrella." ”

He was very tall, and it was very tiring for her to hold her umbrella all the time with her arms held high, and she nodded and did not refuse.

The two of them went on the road together, and she was a little silent about the people she didn't know, and she didn't speak again, only hearing the footsteps of the two people in the same step in the rain.

Maybe it was a bit boring to walk in silence all the way with a companion the boy turned his head and looked at the bamboo basket on her back as if he was carrying something very heavy and her back was slightly It was slightly pressed down, but the bamboo back basket was covered with a black cloth, and I couldn't see what was inside.

It was also a bit inappropriate to ask rashly, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the thick white fog in front of him, and found a way to talk.

"Is Miss going to the town to catch the market?"

She thought for a moment and nodded, and whispered back, "Well, sort of." ”

"Unfortunately, it suddenly rained in the mountains today, so it must have been harder. ”

"It's okay, get used to it. ”

It was a rainy morning, the weather was a little cool, and she spoke with a nasal soft and glutinous voice.

"Hmm, does Miss often pass through this mountain path?"

She nodded, still carefully looking at the road under her feet, without looking up. She has to walk from this mountain road to the town on weekdays, the mountain climate is changeable, and there is often rain, and she is used to it when she walks more, so every time she goes out, she will carry an oil-paper umbrella to avoid being wet from the mountain rain.

"I see......"

She didn't understand, what was that? But she didn't ask.

The two of them just talked without saying a word, and the mountain road seemed to be much shorter today, and they soon arrived in the town.

The boy handed her back the handle of the umbrella, got out from under the umbrella and ran to stand under the archway at the entrance of the town, and waved to her with a smile, "Thank you, Miss, for giving me a ride, the market has to go to the east, and I am not on the way, so it's not good to delay Miss's business any longer, I'll wait here for a rainy break and then go." ”

She looked at him and nodded, turned her head sullenly and walked east, and the boy stood under the archway and looked at her.

After taking two steps, she stopped, walked briskly back to the archway, rummaged through the bamboo basket behind her and took out a rain hat and put it on her head, and stuffed the handle of the umbrella in her hand into his hand.

"If you are not in good health, avoid getting cold, take it. ”

She didn't look at his expression, she just remembered that he was hiding under the locust tree and getting wet in the rain on the mountain road.

She helped the rain hat into the rain, and her back was still sullen.

He looked at the paper umbrella in his hand and laughed.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the air is a unique fresh smell after the rain.

She put away the rain hat and hung it on the side of the bamboo basket, and walked to the market with the bamboo basket on her back again, until she came to the temple fair street in the town before stopping. There was a tea shed in the middle of the street, and it had just rained to close the stall, and now it was put out again, and she walked towards the tea shed.

"Yo, Wuya is here, why didn't you have an umbrella today?" The owner of the tea shed laughed when he saw her, and greeted her familiarly, with a loud voice, and a big voice that treats people warmly.

"I forgot to bring it, Aunt Ji. ”

Aunt Ji, the owner of the tea shed, quickly set up a small stage for her in the open space next to the tea shed, and a white curtain was set up behind a boxy stage, and a small wooden bench was placed behind the curtain.

She sat on a wooden bench and fiddled with a few puppets taken out of the bamboo basket, all of them were four or five inches in size, wearing delicate little clothes, with all the facial features and vivid, doing the same as real people, vivid.

She's the only puppet show in town

Bear.

On the fifteenth day of every month, regardless of whether there is a temple fair or not, she carries the puppet dolls from her home to the town to set up a stall to perform puppet shows for free. At first, she was looking for a place at will, but then she happened to meet Aunt Ji, and set up a stage next to the tea stall, gathering a lot of people to watch, and Aunt Ji's tea stall business also stained a lot, Aunt Ji thought of a good way to kill two birds with one stone, and gave her the stage belongings, saving her from having to carry a heavy stage board every time to walk a long mountain road, and she fixed on the side of the tea stall to perform a puppet show to attract guests to the tea stall.

Her puppet show is beautiful and exquisite, every time it can attract a lot of people to watch, men, women and children, especially children like to watch it, every time fifteen is like a festival, they have to call friends and companions to run together to watch, thunder can not move, as if it has become their fixed entertainment.

She has been obsessed with this craft since she was a child and chose to become a puppeteer. Every month, I go back to write a good playbook, and I come to perform on the fifteenth, sitting behind the curtain on the stage, and my fingers use the strings to manipulate the puppet dolls to perform.

Watching the audience on the stage watch with relish, she was very happy. She doesn't charge money for the puppet show she performs, and every time Aunt Ji collects tea money, she will share some of her as a thank you gift, which is quite famous in the town.

The stage is facing the tea stall, as soon as it is opened, a large number of people soon gather in the tea stall, and the small tea stall can't squeeze in, so she carries a small stool and squeezes aside to watch, and the children are chattering and urging her to start quickly.

When Wu Ya was ready, she sat behind the stage, her fingers manipulating the thin lines on the puppet's body, she slapped the bangzi to make an opening, and as soon as she opened her voice, she amazed the audience, and the noisy audience also quieted down, staring carefully at the lively puppet performance, completely forgetting that it was controlled by the puppeteer behind the scenes.

"It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over,

Like this, they are all paid and ruined,

The beautiful scenery of the good day is what a day,

Pleasure in the courtyard of the house.

Flying towards the twilight roll, clouds and clouds cuixuan,

Rain silk wind film, smoke wave painting boat,

Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap. ”

A puppet lady in a pink peach blossom dress walked out from behind the curtain, holding a small handkerchief in her hand, shaking her waist three times as if twisting her waist, waving her water sleeves and singing.

The voice was tactful like a warbler's cry, which won the applause of the audience.

The curtain is painted with patterns, and the clusters of peach blossoms are bustling, brilliant like a peach garden full of smoke, just like a real scene.

A beautiful lady in pink visited the garden, touched the scene, and sighed that Shaoguang was short.

With a movement of her fingers, another white-clothed scholar walked out from under the tree for a beautiful encounter in the peach garden.

The scholar also had a paper fan in his hand, and when he shook it like this, he was a handsome young man, and when he heard the young lady's emotional expression, his voice suddenly changed to a crisp and crisp man's voice.

"You visit the flower garden, how can you rely on the plum tree?

For a while, I looked at the sky,

Suddenly sad and self-pitying.

I know how to be emotional,

How do you cry?"