No one knows how many pieces of memories this seemingly shabby place carries in the abandoned theater in the suburb of Kyoto
"Here again! This year is really fast, year by year, and now it''s getting more and more boring. "
"Who said no? Especially Alas! Anyway, it''s a thing of the past. It seems that the guy is dead. "
"Dead! I''ve got the information. I didn''t expect that I was saved by them. "
"No matter who it is, at least we are free, but the boss His nedan can''t come back. "
"What''s the matter?"?! Without that guy, the boss''s strength can come back, and we can help him to practice, just for a long time. "
"It''s better to live without hope before. I''d rather go against it than trust that guy."
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Among the dilapidated decorations in the theater, one of the walls has become a ruin. Several pieces of red cloth originally hung on the ceiling have fallen down. The wooden boards on the stage are constantly squeaking, and half of the seats in the audience are broken.
These are all traces of time. Once upon a time, it was not like this.
The theater is very old, and its architectural style has been out of tune with the times. The most obvious point is that the pillars actually cross the auditorium, seriously blocking the sight of a few rows.
But obviously no one will worry about it now, because there is no one here.
In the theater, Five ghosts and demons, all in human form, stand or sit on the edge of the stage. Beijing dialect troupe, Five ghosts gather!
"I don''t need to see that face on such a memorable day this year. Ah, it''s comfortable!"
On the stage, a man sat on the edge of the stage, yelling loudly, while talking, he exaggeratedly raised his arms, stretched a big stretch, and then directly fell down, lying on the already dirty platform, did not dislike.
A pair of gaudy, pointed leather shoes, full face of oil paint, and a round red nose, Beijing opera company second, clown!
Originally, this character would not be used in drama, but it might be for the sake of having a bright spot, merging Chinese and Western culture, and attracting attention. When several people were together, they found this guy, and he became the second of the five.
And he''s the only one of the five I''ve seen before.
"Then we''ll play a play according to our usual practice. When we get tired, we''ll go out and have a big meal. The road and the woods are our dormitories! Ha ha ha ha ha
A sharp and funny voice sounded, and the one sitting nearest to the gate of the five people said that he was very presumptuous and abnormal.
This man was wearing a white shirt, but he used an oil pen to put some strange patterns on it. His head was round like a pebble. The hair on his head was very sparse, which was a little better than baldness. Because of his skin color, he looked like a kiwi.
At this time, he was holding an umbrella that looked very shabby in his hand and carrying a knife on his back. He was laughing and waving his umbrella.
This is the youngest member of Beijing dialect troupe!
There are different kinds of dramas in the world, but there are also some similarities. In a drama, there must be a tragic character who can earn tears with his miserable experience or laugh with his unfortunate special. He is such a person.
What''s more, they earn more laughs and less tears, so they are called happy people.
"I don''t mind, but we''ve been bullied by that guy for so many years and managed to escape from his control. Just as before, it''s too simple for us to Think about something big? "
A man in a blue robe and top hat was sitting in the first row of the audience. His legs were wide open and his face was half covered with cloth. His eyes were full of banter.
The fourth member of Beijing dialect troupe, the master of drama.
The trick is fast. It''s all covered with blankets! A large dark cloth is a necessary prop for him. It''s also an important object he can''t leave in his hand all the year round. Even at this time, he seems to have an occupational disease. He always uses this cloth to cover his face. It''s mysterious.
On one side, a dull looking man pursed his mouth, put his arms around his chest in a thoughtful manner, nodded solemnly, and made a dull voice: "well, I think it''s OK."
"It''s up to big brother to help us set up a good script." Said the master.
"It''s easy for you to trouble me again. It''s troublesome for me to set up a new play."
"Well, it was because you were afraid of trouble that we didn''t have any new dramas, so there were fewer and fewer talents. Brother, you should be a little tired."
On the stage, in addition to the clown, there was a person sitting.
Different from the clown sitting on the edge, this person is sitting in the middle of the stage, cross legged, wearing a Christmas hat and a Chinese tunic suit. How can he look like a nondescript person, unspeakable weird.Beside him, there is also a brush as big as a mop. Ink drips from the tip of the brush, dripping on the red cloth on the stage, and the red cloth is dyed black.
Beijing dialect troupe makes friends with elder brother and master scholar.
It is said that this guy was a cultural man before he died. After he died, he gradually became a ghost demon. He got the human form and went back to his old career. He wanted to create more cultural works. After the Beijing dialect troupe got together, he began to write scripts for this group. He was not only their elder brother, but also the soul of the whole team!
But this guy has one drawback, that is, he is too lazy
And that stupid guy, of course, is the third one, Pinocchio! That''s the direct killer who killed brother Zhong Ming''s parents!
"Kill --!"
Five people are in the theater, all of a sudden, the roar from the outside directly burst in! Pinocchio was the first to respond!
"Someone''s coming!"
"Enemy?"
Voice just fell, suddenly the door curtain "Shua" suddenly was lifted up, two figures left and right straight into the air!
"I''ll do it!"
A tall clown jumped up from the stage, reached for a move, put a mace in his hand, directly stepped on the table, and rushed out in an instant, smiling and full of war!
"Wait! That''s not! There are people in the back Pinocchio and the master shouts at the same time, but it''s too late. The clown has rushed to the front, raised his hand and hit the flying object.
Bang!
Only then did the clown see what it was.
With dull eyes, brown body, stiff joints and long nose, isn''t this Pinocchio''s puppet?!
At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed into the theater like a strong wind. In the blink of an eye, it came to the clown.
"Second brother, be careful!"
"Second brother!"
A few onlookers saw clearly and cried at the same time, but it was too late to rescue at such a distance.
The clown hears his brother''s cry, but before he can react, he feels that a shadow has appeared in front of him. At this time, he is in the air, and the mace is smashed on the puppet. He can''t take it back for a while. At this time, it''s the time of emptiness!
"Look
I have five fingers on my right hand, shining with gold. I clap it with one hand.
Bright palm!
Bang!
The clown''s body flew back in an instant. The master sat on the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, sneered, and suddenly flew up, with a black cloth in his hand!
The broad black cloth instantly envelops the clown''s body. At the moment when the clown bumps into the black cloth, the person seems to disappear. The whole black cloth is floating and light, and you can''t see that there is a person wrapped in it.
The next moment, the master of the opera falls to the ground, and the black cloth shakes to the side. The clown''s body appears again, and stands on the ground safely. It''s just that he is in a bad state, covering his stomach, bending his body, his face is in pain, and his face is distorted.
It seems that this bright palm is not without effect, but also caused some damage to him.
"Who''s coming?"
The master picked up the brush, but did not stand up, just pointed to me with the tip of the pen, and cheered coldly.
Behind me, brother Zhong Ming, Baron, Lang Feng, Gongsun Shu, and the fat monk hiding behind Gongsun Shu all came in and stood at the door, looking coldly at the Five ghosts in front of me.
"The man who killed you!"
I took out my sword and pointed it at the master scholar with the same point. My face was full of banter.
At this time, the clown finally recovered. As soon as he looked up, he saw me at the first sight, and his eyes widened!
I was separated from him for only half a year. During the first World War, I didn''t believe he could forget me, especially my figure was so conspicuous Cough, black again!
And behind me, brother Zhong Ming also stood there, which deepened his memory!
"It''s you! It''s you, boy! And And you! Third brother, be careful. This man is looking for you. He seems to want revenge. "
Cried the clown, holding the mace.
"Revenge?" Pinocchio frowned, stepped forward, arched his hand and said, "I don''t know who was killed by me. What''s the revenge?"
"Hum!" I gave a cold hum and waved to my back to let elder brother Zhong Ming come to the front. "You ask him, what have you done to him?"
Elder brother Zhong Ming stood beside me and looked at the five people in front of me, especially Pinocchio. His repressed emotion could no longer be controlled and released instantly!
Pinocchio
"Ah?" Pinocchio''s eyelids jumped and looked at him as if he had foreseen something bad in the future.
"Do you remember what happened on the highway six years ago?"
"Highway? I can''t remember! How can I remember all the things that happened six years ago? ""Don''t you remember?" As soon as brother Zhong Ming heard this, he was furious. He looked at him as if he was just saying that his parents were just unimportant people. If he killed them, he would kill them. At that time, he could not help his blood surging and his mana roared like a sea roar!
"Well, I''ll give you a long memory!" When Zhong Ming drinks, he seems to tear his throat.
The next moment, his whole body jumped up in an instant and went straight to the Five ghosts in the capital below.
"Keep up!" I yelled quickly and followed him for fear that brother Zhong Ming would suffer.
On the stage, the master scholar, watching us dive down, sneered and said: "when we are incompetent? Brothers, up
"Good!"
In front of the stage, the four ghosts went to battle together and used their weapons directly. In an instant, sparks collided!