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In front of a group of idiots in a fat house, the plot on the stage continued.

Facing the old man's display, the passer-by stared at the puppet carefully with his eyes wide open, and understood the tenderness the old man treated the puppet just now when he pulled the puppet away.

He could not help admiring;

"It's really ingenious. If it wasn't for the old man's confusion, I would have thought that there was a fairy daughter descending from the mortal world in this ruined temple."

Under the stage, seeing the envious expressions of passers-by, a group of fat houses smiled knowingly;

"It's very similar to the Yazi I saw the big guy's new figure."

"I was offended."

"Crying with anger! I really want to have such a figure!"

"Shameless kid actually spying on other people's wives, hey, tui! What an idiot!"

"Damn it! Wait? This is Xiaoxiao, right? The makeup on my face is too heavy, I just realized it's Xiaoxiao!"

"Sand sculptures wake up, figure is a one-time consumption, small is a bottomless pit, you can't afford it!"

"That's right, the figurines don't eat fourteen king crabs for a meal. In comparison, the figurines are more delicious!"

Hearing the complaints of a group of sand sculptures and fat houses in the audience, the hardworking on the stage had a tense expression, and An Xiaoxiao, who was pretending to be a puppet, raised her eyebrows slightly.

Seeing the expression of the traitor beside him began to collapse, Li Shixin quickly continued the plot and controlled the scene.

Facing the praise of passers-by, the old man only smiled reservedly and didn't say much—in the dilapidated mountain temple, the only sound left was the crackling of the bonfire.

But a gust of wind broke the silence in the temple.

With the howling of a gust of wind, a large cluster of snowflakes hit the old and the young sitting opposite each other along the dilapidated temple gate.

Seeing that the thinly clad old man shivered violently, he curled his calf, which was only half of his trousers, under his body, and the passer-by got up and leaned over.

Facing the stranger who shielded him from the wind and snow, the old man smiled embarrassedly and expressed his gratitude.

This was the first time he seriously raised his head to look at the stranger in front of him. Seeing that young and energetic face, and those curious eyes that kept looking at the puppet, the old man smiled.

"The cold night is long, and the wind and snow don't know when it will subside. If you are idle, you are idle. Why don't young people act for you?"

This time, it was the passerby's turn to be grateful.

"Stick what you want, don't dare to ask for it!"

When the young man fell to the ground, the old man shook his tattered clothes and stood up staggeringly.

As he picked up the puppet's silk thread, the lights on the stage on the first floor went dark except where Li Shixin was standing.

And under his feet, the stage on the second floor, which was originally shrouded in darkness, lit up.

Seeing the puppet on the lower stage with arms hanging down, head drooping, red attire like fire, and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, Fat House couldn't help but exclaimed again.

It was at this moment, as Li Shixin on the stage held the silk with both hands, the puppet girl off the stage moved!

"Dream back to the warbler, chaotic years all over the place.

People stand in small courtyards and deep courtyards, and the smoke is exhausted.

Throwing away the broken embroidery thread, this spring is just like last year..."

Following the old man's mournful singing and trembling silk thread, the puppet girl in the audience danced like a fiery red butterfly!

Looking at the snake-like soft figure, seeing the small face that caught a glimpse of the beauty in the world, the audience in the audience were stunned.

"If there is such a skill to do, do you still need a woolen wife?"

"Damn it, I don't understand those sand sculptures that cost millions of dollars to buy a house and a car for a wife."

"What my brother said is very true. Spending millions to make a figure like this to live together for a lifetime, isn't it delicious? It won't bother me to play games, won't grab the toilet with me, and the most important thing is that it won't be naughty. So perfect!"

"Jealousy makes me hideous! Jealousy makes my wall separate! I really want it, I really want it!"

drop!

Received the applause value of [Envy and Jealousy], 53421 points!

Hearing a soft humming in his ear, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

Chives, wake up!

"Dawn came to look at the plum pass, and the make-up remained.

You lean on the railing with your Yichun bun on your side.

The cutting is constant, the reasoning is still chaotic, and it is boring for no reason.

Just order to urge Yingyan to take advantage of spring to see. "

After singing the tender song, the puppet girl on the stage bowed down quietly.

The lights also dimmed.

After the puppet girl's song ended, the passer-by stood up and clapped excitedly.

"This puppet concubine's charm is even worse than that of a real person! The old man is amazing, you brat!"

Facing the young man's admiration, the old man just smiled helplessly, took off the silk thread from his hand, and quietly looked at the night sky exposed on the roof of the ruined temple.

"When I was a child, I was obsessed with puppet shows. Every time I heard the ringing bells of the buskers on the street, I couldn't hold back my feet. I followed the buskers to the temple fair. I often watched them all day long.

In my mother's words, it's like being hooked by a marionette on a three-foot red cotton carpet.

When I grew up, I became more obsessed with this way, and simply learned this skill from a busker.

Up to now, I am afraid it has been more than thirty years? "

Hearing the old man's self-report, the passer-by wondered: "I think the old man's conversation is also a educated person, and the family allows you to enter this low profession?"

"Of course it's not allowed."

The old man shook his head with a wry smile.

"In order to make me change my mind, my father and mother tried hard to persuade me, scolded me angrily, and beat me in a rage.

But there is no way, if a person really likes something, the more others block him, the more determined he will become obsessed.

I was beaten and scolded, and finally they had no choice but to drive me out in a fit of anger. Ah…."

A gust of cold wind entered the ruined temple again, and the old man tightened his thin long gown to cover his exposed half of his chest.

A passer-by fiddled with the dimmed bonfire, and when the fire came back up, he looked at the old man with a smile, and said, "They may want you to suffer and suffer some crimes, and if they are afraid, they can go back to study with peace of mind." Bar."

"maybe."

The old man shook his head.

"It's just that for me at that time, it was a pleasure to drive me out of the house and no one would nudge me. From then on, I took this puppet and wandered around the world with the master who taught me the craft."

"You haven't been back yet?"

"I came back."

"That"

"I have been back three times in these years; the first time, when I was at your age, I missed my mother after traveling around the state and provinces, so I ran back secretly. I didn't know that when I entered the house, I called my father come out."

"How can there be such an unreasonable father in this world?"

"It wasn't his fault. I was too selfish at that time. I didn't know that after I left, my mother was crying all day long, and she missed her very soon. After two years in bed, she passed away."

"My condolences to this old man."

"After being kicked out by my father, I thought he was alone, and I didn't dare to go as far away as before. I just walked and stopped in the county town near my home. That's it, more than ten years have passed. There are people in the state capital where my home is located. There was a rebellion, and I was worried about my old father, so I rushed back day and night. But when I got home, I found that my poor father had already been killed by the rebels."

"Then what?"

Looking at the young man's eyes full of pity, the old man smiled miserably.

"Since the death of my father, I have become a duckweed with nothing to worry about in this world. Without worries, everything is the same to me. Together with this puppet girl, I have traveled all over the north and south of the river. .Jiangshan things. Wherever you go, you will sing. When you are tired, you will find a ruined temple and a ruined village to rest for a few days. When you are tired of looking at the scenery, you will continue to move forward. Just walk and walk, from the autumn wind to the leaves When the ice and snow melt. Sing and sing, from Huafa to Baishou.”

"."

Imagine seeing that lonely figure in the vast mountains and rivers for so many years, the young man can't help but feel a little sad.

"Old man, you just said that you have been home three times? When was the third time?"

"This time."

Facing the young man's question, the old man closed his eyes.

"This man, after seeing too many landscapes, he can't help but think of the farthest one. As he gets older, he will feel nostalgic for the past. I am old, and when I travel through mountains and rivers, it is not as novel as it was when I was young. I am no longer as greedy as I used to be for the scenery and human feelings that I have never seen before. After passing through this life, when it comes, I miss the bell in front of the door when I was young. At night, I always dream of my mother calling me home The shouts from time to time, and the laughter from the neighbors when they saw me being scolded. So, I came back."

"Did you see your old friend?"

"Never seen."

"Is the old house still there?"

"Not here."

"nothing left?"

"I heard that there was a flood in the upper reaches of the river more than 20 years ago, and dozens of nearby villages were flooded under the rush of the river. After asking all the way, I found this Dragon King Temple."

After looking at everything in the ruined temple, the old man smiled miserably.

Under the stage, as the old man calmly narrated, black lines appeared on the foreheads of a group of dead houses.

"I think this old man is carrying private goods!"

"Damn meow, I think this old guy is trying to mock us jerks for not doing their job properly!"

"Fart! The out-of-print figure of Rei Ayanami that I bought for 4,000 yuan in 2009 has now risen in value to 22,000. How can it be a prodigal, how can it be a failure to do business?"

"Then it has appreciated in value, will you sell it?"

"Fart! How could I sell my wife?"

"So, what's the point of appreciation."

After being pierced by his companions, Fat House blushed.

"Shut up! How can the belief of the glue guy be measured by dirty money?"