Senior Superstar

   Chapter 627 Orchid fingers twist, red dust is like water. (Secondly, ask for a monthly pass!)

  When a group of fat houses hurt each other, the plot on the stage has entered the second half.

  Looking at the broken temple and the headless dragon king statue on the altar, the old man’s eyes became blurred;

"Remember when I was young, it was so grand! Whenever a temple fair, people from Shili 8 villages gathered in front of this temple. At that time, walking on the small street in front of the temple fair was full of joyful people. There are also sellers. Candied fruit, some sugar blowing people, dragon dance lanterns, and stilts. Nowadays

Ugh. There is only one lone soul who has left his hometown for dozens of years, and"

  The old man looked at the puppet Ji beside him.

   "There is also this dead thing that can't speak, and is cold, but it makes people squander a whole life!"

  As the old man let out a long regretful sigh, the bonfire in the temple that had been lingering like ghosts finally burned out.

  The flame went out, and the gust of wind engulfed in the cold of the snow flakes and plunged into the ruined temple, which could no longer be resisted.

   Feeling the biting cold eroding his old body, looking at the dark world that can evoke a trace of memory outside the ruined temple, the old man’s two lines of turbid tears flowed down.

  He looked at the puppet Ji with tears and gentle smile beside him, with anger and regret rising in his eyes.

   "A whole life wasted, all puppets have mistaken it! The lonely old man still suffers from the cold and cold. It is useless, it is better to burn it for warmth!"

   "Lao Zhang!"

   Seeing that the old man picked up the dead branch with the flames and threw it at the puppet Ji on the red carpet under his feet, passers-by jumped in shock.

  He wanted to stop, but in the end he was a step slower.

  The puppet Ji’s costume ignites when it meets the fire, and after only a few breaths of effort, there is a red flame!

   "No! Fuck!"

  "Don't get excited, brother, that's your wife!"

  "Damn, I failed to live, why should I turn my anger on the hands?!"

   "I'm crying with anger, I can take it if you don't want it, don't burn it!"

  As the fire rose from the stage, the fat houses under the stage exploded!

  But at this moment, suddenly the old man on the stage scolded, and the young passerby's action of fighting the fire suddenly stopped - the time on the stage seemed to freeze.

  There was a tactful musical prelude on the booth.

  Amid everyone's surprise, the puppet Ji, who had maintained a posture from beginning to end, moved slightly on the stage.

  She splits into two; one still maintains a posture with her shoulders lowered, like a boneless posture. The other slowly walked in front of the old man with crystal clear tears.

  Looking at the old man in rags and holding the torch-throwing posture with both hands, she gently raised his hand.

  "Laughing at who is admiring the beauty and how to match it without the heart.

  The ringtones are crisp, and the lights are faint among the curtains.

  You and I are the most natural pair. "

  While chanting the euphemistic monologue, those white to pierced palms gently touched the old man's face.

  Looking at the puppet Ji's spirit coming out, the eyes of the fat house gradually filled with tears.

   "The original sin is counted without you, and it matches well without the heart.

  You and I painted, walking side by side across the mountains and water.

  You are emaciated, I will be bright for you. "

  As if telling a heartfelt lover, the puppet Ji gently looked at the old man's sad and distorted face, and gently leaned the head with the flower hairpin tassel on the old man's shoulder.

  "It’s you who kissed the pen and ink, dyed tears in the corners of my eyes, and acted for whom the joys and sorrows are when they meet.

  They made a roundabout and misunderstood, but I was only at your disposal, asking how could the world be more perfect? "

  As the interlude of the background music came to an end, the puppets on the second floor that had been engulfed by the fire also raised their heads mechanically along with the transpiring fire light!

   Accompanied by her fluffy sleeves dancing lightly, a mellow and affectionate drama came out like a cloud and arrow on the booth of Beep Station;

  "Orchid refers to the red dust like water, and the three-foot red platform is like a song.

  Sing “Don’t be sad for a long time, but it will turn into ashes when it is very red.

  Wish whoever remembers whom, the best age"

   "Fuck!"

  Together with the drama, the otaku otaku who had been affected by the plot in the audience burst into tears for an instant.

   "The beauty is blown up, Nima!"

   "How can such a cruel person burn such a beautiful wife!"

   "Looking at the sand sculpture ruining my wife, shouldn't I laugh out loud? I cried because of the mao!"

   "Fuck, I thought Lord Xin could constrain him by confronting the audience. I underestimated his swelling! Lord Xin, don't leave when you step down. I'll give you a pee that has been treasured for twenty-four years!"

  On stage.

  The spiritual charm of the puppet Ji is still leaning on the shoulder of the old man. Unlike the dullness just now, she is like a lover who is about to be separated from her love, her face is full of nostalgia.

  The incomparable tears reflected by the fire light have wet the old man's shoulders.

  "As you lead me to dance like flying, as you lead me, I know how to advance and retreat.

  Both happiness and bitterness follow, and the gestures do not violate.

   will be humble and gentle into absolute.

  You are wrong and I won’t be right. You don’t understand my ignorance, so how can you be willing to raise the flames and stop boiling.

  You have withered and I have never withered, and I dare not get tired when you are tired. What do you use to warm you for a thousand years? "

  On the lower stage, the puppet’s body is already dancing like flying!

  "The wind and snow faintly faintly white the tail of the autumn hair, and the lights are luxuriant, frowning your eyebrows.

  If you give up a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you.

  Smoke becomes ashes in the waves, and you can finish it, beautiful. "

  As the last sentence was sung, the time on the stage resumed its flow.

  Looking at standing in front of him, charming and gentle, with tears on his face and silently telling the spirit of perseverance, the old man and passers-by were stunned.

   In the old man’s astonishment, Lingmei smiled sadly and bowed down.

   then disappeared in front of him.

  The puppet Ji, who had become dull again at his feet, was finally completely swallowed by the fire.

  The fire has been on for a long, long time.

  Until the stage lights up, the red flame will be extinguished.

  Looking at the ashes scattered by the wind in the empty ruined temple, the old man slowly squatted down.

  He covered his old face.

  Heart-piercing cry, resounding from his fingers in the silent exhibition hall.

   "It's warm."

  The last cluster of ashes swept across his shoulders with the wind, like the hand that flicked gently when bidding farewell.

   "Lonely!"

   A stern cry, resounding in Hall 1, echoed waves of echoes.

  Everyone in the pavilion, including tourists and other staff who were attracted by the crowd to watch the excitement of the pavilion, felt that the howl pierced into their hearts like a sharp knife.

   Heartache is like a knife cut!

  In the silence, the world on the stage finally brightened.

   Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.

  The old man who was truly alone, walked away like a lonely soul in the boundless world.

  In the ruined temple, watching him gradually turn into a young passerby between the heavens and the earth, silently took out the writing brush and handwriting.

  "Yu Shao can look at ghosts, and tasted the puppets in the Yeye Temple on the snowy night. He only made a puppet with rags and rags. He only made a puppet with great precision.

Shi Yuntongxue mad, and the two are facing the fire side by side. Weng self-reported: When I was young, I watched the wire-drawing play well and was indulged in the skill of the bell puppet. Happily. However, he wanders for a lifetime, has nothing to do without a companion, and is the only puppet accompanied by a puppet.

Weng and weeping, Yu Wen said it, begging him to play the bell music, make a silk puppet show, act on the three-foot red cotton, humming, the puppet looks forward to the gods, although the makeup is sad. Graceful and superb.

  At the end of the song, Weng holds a puppet, and makes a little joy, Russia is angry, saying: All life is down and down, all puppets mistaken, the weather is cold, winter clothes are hard to put, it is better to burn.

   Then he fell into the fire angrily. I stopped and sighed.

  Suddenly saw the puppet rise up in the fire, worshiping and admiring goodbye, looking like a stranger, with tears on the face, a smile bursting away, and it is not in the bonfire. The fire goes out until dawn. "

  As the line of lines scrolling on the big screen was exhausted, the young man put away the pen, lifted the baggage, and walked out to the boundless world.

  As he walked away, all the lights on the stage gradually dimmed.

  "Dressing the Silk Opera", finally.

Snapped.

  Pop.

  Huh!

  With the splash of ink slowly appearing on the screen, the scene, it exploded!

  (End of this chapter)