monster study

Three quarters of an hour later, the coffee shop on the corner.

A teenager who was about Xiao Qiao's age handed Lu Zhifei three old yellowed tickets and a small glass bottle, "Tickets can only be used once, and when you go in, apply the water in the glass bottle to the eyelids and wrist arteries. Do too much communication with ghosts, remember."

"Thank you." Lu Zhifei took it.

"Please send my regards to Fourth Master." Although the young man looked cold-tempered, he was gentle and polite.This kind of gentleness is different from Xiaoqiao's gentleness. Xiaoqiao's gentleness is the kind of gentleness that may politely ask you to die in the next second, while the young man is very peaceful, like a pool of calm water without any waves .

Xiao Qiao was also looking at the boy, and she couldn't help but look more at boys of the same age.The young man was very indifferent to this, as if he didn't receive Xiao Qiao's gaze at all, he left after the things were delivered.

Lu Zhifei looked at the loose blue and white school uniform he was wearing, but suddenly thought of something else - it was time for Xiao Qiao to go to school.

Closer to home, the ticket has already been obtained, so naturally it is important to go to see Xiaomeiyan first.

The time spans to 06:30, and there is still an hour before the opening.

Everything was ready, Lu Zhifei and Xiao Qiao stood in front of the haunted house and painted the water given to them by the boy.When the glass bottle was first opened, the water had an unspeakable stench, but within a few seconds after applying it, Lu Zhifei smelled a strange fragrance from his wrist.

"It's the refined corpse water, which can cover the breath of the living in a short time." Xiao Qiao said.

Lu Zhifei was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Actually, you don't have to tell me."

Xiao Qiao refused to comment, but at this moment, the last ray of sky light was finally swallowed up by the rows of buildings in the distance, and the darkness came as expected, swallowing the two figures.

The sound of footsteps, talking and laughing, silk and bamboo gradually came from the darkness, at first it was far away, and then the sound got closer and closer, as if it was right next to my ear.Then suddenly, neon lights lit up behind them, and the lights traced their figures on the ground, and then more and more figures appeared on the ground, such as a woman in high heels, a driver trotting all the way, and children jumping around.

Lu Zhifei looked back, and found that he was already at the gate of the lively theater in [-].

The difference is that many people here are dressed in modern clothes, or appear here with novelty, sadness or unwillingness.These people should all have just died, or died not long ago.

Lu Zhifei and Xiao Qiao mixed in the crowd to check tickets, it felt very strange, because you are surrounded by ghosts, and that cloudy air surrounds you, no matter how calm you are, you will feel a chill rise from the soles of your feet and go straight to the top of your head .

Finally arrived at Lu Zhifei, the ticket checker took a look at the ticket, and then carefully looked at Lu Zhifei up, down, left, right, and right, as if he felt something was wrong.From the corner of Lu Zhifei's eyes, he could still catch a glimpse of the "Do not enter to strangers" sign next to him, and it was impossible for him not to be nervous.

With his brain spinning quickly, Lu Zhifei raised his hand and approached the boy, "Can you return the ticket stub?"

The arms are raised, bringing out a breeze.

The pulse was beating regularly, and the strange fragrance was diffused to the maximum extent, and penetrated straight into the servant's nose.

"Ah!" The boy sneezed, wiped his nose with his hand, and then handed the ticket stub to Lu Zhifei, "Go in, go in."

Lu Zhifei didn't say much, took the ticket stub and walked along the crowd.Xiao Qiao followed behind him, and the servant was concerned about whether he had caught a cold, so he only glanced at him and let him go.

Walking into the crowded lobby, the bright red lanterns flicker with light and shadow.

Lu Zhifei took a cursory glance and found that most of the guests had already arrived and were gathering together in twos and threes.The table on the east side is communicating with each other when and how they died.The table to the west is the Grudge Society, each miserable in its own way, and unhappy in its own way.The atmosphere at the table in the north was dull and no one talked.And the table in the south is full of ghosts.

The waiters shuttled among them with hot tea and pastries, and greeted them with smiles, as they were used to it.

Lu Zhifei took a deep breath, "Let's go, let's go backstage first."

The person who led the way was Xiao Qiao. He was very familiar with the structure of this kind of theater, and he knew how to effectively avoid people coming and going.

Soon, the door of the dressing room appeared in front of their eyes.Xiao Qiao tapped on the door lightly with her fingers, "Da, da da, da, da da da..." The voice sounded like a special pattern, and soon the door was opened.

Xiao Meiyan with makeup appeared in their line of sight and invited them in gracefully.

Lu Zhifei could feel Xiaomeiyan's scrutinizing eyes, and he seemed to be distinguishing which one was the one who knocked on the door.After a few seconds, he came to a conclusion, stretched out his hand to Xiao Qiao, smiled and said, "Jiu Yang."

Xiao Qiao shook hands with him, politely, "I dare not do that."

"This is..." Xiao Meiyan looked at Lu Zhifei.

"Fourth Master's friend." Xiao Qiao introduced, and then cut to the point, "Do you know what year this year is?"

A trace of bitterness suddenly appeared on Xiaomeiyan's face, and she shook her head.Immediately he realized, "Are you... are you here specifically to find me?"

Xiao Qiao nodded, "This year is 2016, you have been wandering here for nearly [-] years, are you waiting for Zhang Yunzhi?"

Xiao Meiyan didn't expect that he knew even this, turned around and sat down in front of the dressing table, holding a piece of lipstick paper in his hand, turned his head to look at himself in the bronze mirror, and said: "When he went to war, I sent him to Beiping Outside the city, I sang him the last play at Shili Pavilion."

Snow covered the ground, and in the pavilion outside the vast city, the heroic officer drank wine, tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table, and focused and earnestly looked at the swinging sleeve and the graceful figure in front of him with his deep eyes.

The glamorous opera singer is babbling and singing, and every time she looks back, there is a wordless affection.Singing and singing, snowflakes are falling one after another, paving the way away.

When the time came, the officer put down his wine glass, and left even though he felt so much reluctance in his heart.

The actor stopped, silently picked up the cloak that was put aside and put it on for him, tied the two silk ribbons with his bare hands, and helped him straighten his collar for the last time.

People who turn around and leave are always infatuated and unfeeling.

He stepped into the wind and snow, and heard the people behind say: "Don't look back, Zhang Yunzhi."

Zhang Yunzhi looked at the soldiers lined up neatly waiting on the official road, but he didn't look back.He heard the people behind him say: "I will wait for you to come back."

"Don't worry, I will return safely." Zhang Yunzhi put his hand on the holster around his waist, and his face was full of determination when he finished speaking.Then he strode forward, got on his horse and said, "Let's go."

As the army marched out, Xiao Meiyan leaned on the pavilion pillar and watched from a distance, until the snow covered the footprints in the distance, he retracted the tenderness and loneliness in his eyebrows and eyes, blinked his reddish eye sockets, and held up his umbrella ,Back to the city.

If a man has love in his heart, he also has the world.

In the magnificent Kyushu, where there is no place to fight, there is a battlefield.

I only hope that the white snow will symbolize my China.

"Afterwards, I have been living in the opera garden and continued to be active as Xiaomeiyan. As for the group of foreigners, I originally planned to attack them one by one, but they all happened to come to the door. How could I let them go? It would cost a lot to deal with so many people at once. I had already prepared for the worst and only left one door so that the troupe could evacuate in time. As a result..."Xiao Meiyan Sighing, showing a wry smile, "I was seriously injured at the time and couldn't run away. The class master and a few old musicians stayed behind to block the final exit, and burned it clean with a fire."

Both Xiao Qiao and Lu Zhifei were silent. In the face of such facts, any words became pale.

After a while, Xiao Qiao asked: "So you have been waiting here for him to come back? After so many years, you should have known that he would not come back."

Xiao Meiyan had firm eyes, and slowly shook her head, "Zhang Yunzhi is a trustworthy person, and he will not miss his appointment with me."

"But he has indeed forgotten you now." Xiao Qiao never spoke politely, revealing a trace of inhuman indifference.Looking at these two people, Lu Zhifei couldn't help feeling a little strange.They do the same job, but they are two completely different people.

Xiao Meiyan was a little surprised at the beginning, but he quickly found another meaning in Xiao Qiao's words, and hurriedly asked: "Have you seen him? Where is he? Is he okay?"

Looking at Xiaomeiyan's expectant and excited eyes, Xiao Qiao sighed helplessly in her heart, and said, "He died too, but his soul was incomplete, so he forgot about you. But he didn't die, and he has been waiting to be remembered." The day you wake up."

Hearing this, Xiao Meiyan's eyes widened, her beautiful eyes flushed red, there was relief inside, but also infinite worry, "So...so...I knew he would not break his promise to me."

Lu Zhifei said at the right time, "Don't worry, Fourth Master has already gone to find that part of his soul. We will take you to see him later."

As for why wait a while?It is nothing more than Shang Si's sympathy for his friends, and he is deeply afraid that the friends will pass by with joy, but will be lost and sad because of the other party's forgetting.

"I see." Xiao Meiyan put her slightly trembling fingers into her wide cuffs. Under the candlelight, her face that seemed to be rejuvenated was really bright and moving.

Taking a deep breath, he seemed to have calmed down, "Go out first, I'll touch up your makeup, and there's one last play to be sung later."

Knowing that Zhang Yunzhi was still waiting for him, Xiao Meiyan forced herself to suppress her joy, and sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the eyes full of rouge and gouache, and became entangled.Slender fingers swept over boxes of rouge, Xiao Meiyan carefully considered, and finally selected a color that Zhang Yunzhi liked the most, then picked up the eyebrow pencil, and began to draw carefully.

On that side, Xiao Qiao and Lu Zhifei walked back to the lobby, randomly found an empty table and sat down.Lu Zhifei looked at the time, it was [-]:[-], the show was about to start.And at about nine o'clock, the venue will end, the ghost world will be closed again after the ghosts leave, that is to say, they must leave at nine o'clock, otherwise they will not be able to get out.

I just don't know if Shang Si can come back as soon as possible.

"It's the beginning." Xiao Qiao said suddenly.

Lu Zhifei stopped his chaotic thoughts, looked up, and saw the musician raised his hand and the drums were beating.Regardless of whether they were happy or not, the visitors in the audience calmed down and looked up at the stage.

The door curtain was lifted, and Xiaomeiyan appeared.With such an outstanding figure and voice, people immediately have no time to care about him.And as time went by, Lu Zhifei saw that these ghosts seemed to have changed significantly.

What was full of hostility became peaceful.

Unwilling, his eyebrows stretched.

This scene is more like a mourning song, transcending the soul of the dead.

After a long time, Xiao Qiao's faint voice came from the side, "Xiao Meiyan is different from many of us. He can kill people in the most agile way, and he can also sing the most tactful scenes. He can change various identities freely, as if he was born A bowl of rice. I used to hear his name often when I was in Shanghai, an actor who has no professional training, but can make great achievements repeatedly."

Lu Zhifei listened quietly while watching the play. He knew that Xiao Qiao just needed a listener.

"Some people often compare me with him, family background, means, and even their fabricated appearance. It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Xiao Qiao suddenly laughed, and there was sarcasm and coldness in that smile, "At that time, It would be nice to kill a few more people."

Lu Zhifei was silent, looking at Xiao Meiyan on the stage, and only sincerely hoped that Shang Si would come back as soon as possible, so that the lovers could be reunited as soon as possible.

Suddenly, the small bell pinned to Lu Zhifei's waist rang.It was given to him by Shang Si before he left. When the bell rang, it meant——he came back!

Lu Zhifei immediately showed joy, and Xiao Qiao's cold eyes finally eased.He reached out to hold down Lu Zhifei who was about to stand up, then stood up by himself and walked towards the stage.

When he moved, all the ghosts looked at him.

But Xiao Qiao didn't pay attention to their gazes at all, looked at Xiao Meiyan who was slowly stopping, and said loudly: "The fourth master has returned with his remnant soul, someone is picking you up at the back door, go quickly."

"But here..." Xiao Meiyan hesitated as she looked at the auditorium, where the discussion was gradually rising.

This time, it was Xiao Qiao who looked firmly, "Go, I will deal with the aftermath here."

Xiao Meiyan took a deep look at her former colleague, then nodded, lifted the hem of the costume, and strode away.

The audience immediately quit.

"Why are you leaving? The play hasn't finished yet, and I still want to hear it!"

"Yeah, so what do we do now?"

"What's the matter, is he still coming back?"

……

At this time, Xiao Qiao leaned on the edge of the stage with one hand, turned over and jumped up neatly.He stood up straight, turned around, his eyes were as cold as frost, "What are you arguing about?"

The whole audience was silent, and the power of Xiao Qiao's glance made people tremble.

The ghosts looked at each other in dismay, feeling uneasy, and they were afraid to be the first to stand up and walk.So they watched Xiao Qiao walk up to those old musicians and said, "Please give me a sanxian."

Sanxian?Lu Zhifei suddenly understood what Xiao Qiao was going to do.

I saw him move the stool and put it in the center of the stage, then sat down holding the Sanxian Shi Shiran.Put your slender fingers on the strings, and with a flick, the jade-like sound of the piano reverberates, followed by the song sung by the young man's cool voice.

Listening to this piano music, the ghosts became quiet again, their expressions gradually calmed down.

Lu Zhifei couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ear, "I said it before, Bai Mudan's song is the best."

Without turning his head, Lu Zhifei knew it was Shang Si who came.

"Where's Xiaomeiyan?" Lu Zhifei asked.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xing will take him there, don't worry."

So the two quieted down again and listened to the music intently.

Under the bright candlelight, the young man with fine bangs across his brows, holding a three-stringed lute, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looks gentle and handsome.A little wolf dog ran to the stage at some point and snuggled up to his feet.

The young man caught a glimpse of him with his lowered eyes, and there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

If it were you, you would always wait for me.