A few days ago, early in the morning, I arrived in Dananpo Village, Xiuwu County. My friend greeted me here a long time ago. After greeting each other, he put me on a car that went into the mountains to pull goods. The mountain road is rugged, and I browse the bleak mountains outside the window. I fell asleep and didn't know Mufu until I woke up.
The shogunate belongs to the southeast of Shanxi. The village is very small, just me and the landlord. The landlord is a mute. He was dressed in dark clothes and stood in the shadow under the eaves. His face was dark and expressionless. Babbling a few times, handed me an odd-looking key and left!
The rented house is Nanwu, and a huge ancient locust tree behind the house holds all the walls and eaves in its arms, making it difficult to see the sun all day long. The room is dark, there is no electricity, only an old oil lamp. I picked out the lamp line with a pin and the room was much brighter.
There is a bed in the corner. This bed is old-fashioned. The thick board looks like a coffin hanging from a cliff along the way. Maybe they are made of the same wood. A shoulder pole leans against the mottled old earth wall, and a pair of rotting heads are hidden below.
I put my luggage on the ground, put my arm behind my head, leaned against the bed, looked at the old rafters on the roof, and fell asleep after a while! In my dream, I saw an ancient stage, where a beautiful woman in ancient costume sang gracefully.
As soon as the door rang, I woke up and got up, only to find that I forgot to close the door and the oil lamp was still on slowly. Look at your watch. It's midnight.
Out of the house, the bright moonlight covered the mountains with a hazy halo, and a tree became various shapes under the light and shadow, some like monsters with claws, and some like graceful women. ...
Out of the yard, the path on the left is quite flat, and the shoes are wet on the grass. These anxious dew wet the vamp, cool, and people are awake a lot, and the footsteps come to an abrupt end. The front is actually a stage, just like what I saw in my dream.
For the next few days, I had the same dream every night, in which I saw the same woman in ancient costume singing!
I can't continue my creation. I have been in Mufu Village for four or five days and haven't written a word. People are particularly tired because they didn't have a good rest at night.
There is a dining table at the corner of the South House. There is no electricity, and the cooker you brought is useless. So I rummaged around the house for some dry wood to make a fire. There is a lot of dust on the beam. As long as there is a little movement, they will come quietly. There are many wooden boards in the corner, with a thick layer, which is the best material for starting a fire.
Enduring the choking smell, I lifted the board and found an antique box below. Curiosity made me forget the tradition of not looking unless I am myself. I moved the box to the door, brushed off the thick dust and opened it. I was shocked. There is a neatly folded costume in it, so clean that there is no dust at all, as if the owner had just worn it!
The nearest village to Mufu also has more than ten miles. The name of that village is strange. It's called white palm. There are four or five families in Baizhang Village. No young people. Young people dislike the remoteness of the village and move to the outside of the mountain, leaving only one old man in the village.
When I walked from the shogunate to Baizhang, it was nearly noon, and I saw an old man sitting under a thousand-year-old locust tree.
He didn't look up like a sleeping twig. Before I could speak, he was already mumbling: Come, sit down!
I found a flat gray stone and sat down. At this time, the wind blew out of thin air in Baizhang village, the leaves were flying and the wind roared. There seems to be a lot to say. There is a deep stream in front of the old pagoda tree. The stream is gurgling, but it is too deep, and a cold breath rises in Ran Ran.
I glanced at the old man and coughed gently, trying to tell my purpose.
The old man closed his eyes and held out his finger, interrupting my desire to talk and saying, since you are here, listen to me tell a story:
Thirty years ago, there was a rich man in Mufu village. On his 60th birthday, he invited two troupes to show off his wealth.
One is the famous Phoenix Dance Troupe in Lingchuan County, golden phoenix, a famous town in southern Shanxi, with beautiful appearance and beautiful voice.
The other is Meilin Opera Troupe, which has just made a name for itself in Zhanghe. The main characters are Li Meilin and her daughter Xiao Taohong.
The two families met in Mufu Village and changed stickers. The two stages face each other, only a stone's throw away. Moreover, when Li Meilin saw the same track Farewell My Concubine, he also secretly cheered. It seems that she can't pass this pass today, and the reputation earned by the whole team will fall to the ground.
Seeing that the performance was on, the other party pulled up the golden velvet table covered with gold and silver, and more than a dozen big lanterns hissed, and the discerning lights attracted the audience. Golden phoenix plays the concubine, and when her voice opens, she looks like a bird in the sky, crisp and beautiful! The audience brushed it and went to find someone else.
Li Meilin plays the overlord here, watching and singing, but secretly worried in his heart. His throat is tight and he is going to Wujiang River soon. There are only a few people left in front of his own stage. If there is an online game, he will lose immediately, and all these years' efforts will be in vain.
Angry at pulling out the mountain ...! "It was the play he sang that made him popular.
"Yu, Yu", Tao Hong actress, born 1969 Jr. is singing more and more vigorously today. He thought, the older the child, the more he knows his father's mind.
Suddenly, a cry of metal came, accompanied by the sound of a sword penetrating the body, and the bloody gas spread. Li Meilin was stupid, shocked and surprised. Isn't this a prop? Isn't this an act? Holding a "concubine" in his arms, no, it's his daughter, and he froze.
The dead man, I don't know who shouted, and the audience in front of the Phoenix Dance Troupe heard the cry and rushed over. Little Tao Hong actress, born 1969 smiled sadly and said to his father, Bao? Live broadcast? Brand, that is the life of the whole team! Say that finish, I turned my head, out of breath.
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When the old man said this, the muddy tears flowed through the furrow-like wrinkles, crossed the gray beard and fell to the ground.
I have mixed feelings, and it seems that I was stabbed with a sword, which hurts me.
The white-haired old man opened his eyes and asked slowly, son, do you know who I am?
Who are you? I was too surprised to answer.
He looked me in the eye and said slowly, I'm Li Meilin.