My Death God Roommate

Chapter 87: Huaian Butterfly Dream

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This enthusiastic farmer is called Zhang Tianbao, and he is indeed full of food and clothing.

For the farmers who depend on the sky for food, this name entrusts the love and blessings of the elders.

I don't know if it's because of the good name, or Zhang Tianbao's good management. In addition to 100 mu of fertile land, he also has a pig farm. His family is one of the most wealthy households in Xiaohua Village.

When they arrived at Zhang Tianbao's house, Mu Rong and others knew what the concept of "three tile-roofed houses" was in the mouth of this farm uncle.

Three connected two-story buildings are beautifully repaired. Behind the house is a large vegetable field, and the front yard is shared by three households. There is a big wolf dog tied to it, and some stupid chickens are free-range.

Zhang Tianbao pointed to the two empty small buildings and said with emotion: "This building is reserved for my eldest son, for him to marry and marry a wife, and the one over there is reserved for my youngest daughter. The village or the same village chooses a hard-working and willing young man, and there is no need for the other party to intervene in the door, and we don’t need a dowry gift, as long as they can live with us, hey... neither of them wants to come back, the eldest son has a girlfriend in Gwangju , my daughter wants to stay in the capital, so she won’t come back.”

Zhang Tianbao sighed heavily, and walked in front with his hands behind his back, his back a little hunched.

"Come in, the meal should be ready, Guilan, we have guests at home."

A small pot of steamed potatoes, corn and eggplant, rice soaked in coarse grains, large steamed buns, and some dark-looking farm dishes.

The five people who had been hungry all day swept away the food on the table.

Zhang Tianbao sat cross-legged on the kang, with a vat of low-alcohol sorghum wine in front of him, and looked at the five of them with a smile.

Guilan also smiled, the two of them hadn't experienced such excitement for a long time, and the eldest son couldn't come back for the New Year, only to come back from vacation, and after graduation, he might be as busy as her brother.

After dinner, Zhang Tian sat down to work and sent Guilan to take Mu Rong and others to the theater club.

Although Guilan agreed, her face was a little unnatural. When Zhang Tianbao left, she closed the door and said seriously: "I advise you guys not to go. I listen to Wu from the west end of the village. My aunt said, the opera club is haunted by ghosts these days!"

The five exchanged glances with each other, sat back, and looked at Guilan like a curious baby: "Auntie, we are college students with higher education, there are no ghosts in the world, don't scare yourself."

After hearing this, Guilan slapped her thigh angrily: "You guys are too courageous, that's because the city is full of tall buildings, and there is no place for ghosts to hide. Same!"

Sang Tong smiled: This aunt seems to understand a little bit

"Then tell us, what is the haunting method?"

Guilan cleared her throat, with a serious expression on her face: "There is an opera troupe in the west of our village. It has been around for quite a while. It seems to be a Yue opera troupe during the war between warlords. At that time, Peking opera was in power, and not many people knew about Yue opera. The troupe leader is also a formidable person, and led the people under his command to fight out of the world abruptly. He snatched a few positions from so many famous Peking opera actors. The troupe leader is from our Xiaohua Village. When I grew up, I traveled all my life, and wanted to return to my roots, so I took the troupe back to our Xiaohua Village. Later, this troupe was passed down from generation to generation. Twenty years ago, when I first got married, the opera club was just empty. However, the village head felt that a village must have a bit of history, so he preserved the opera club, and let an old widower in the village who couldn’t do much work work in it and take care of the old things.”

"You mean haunted?"

"The old widower likes to drink and gets very drunk every night. Fortunately, there is nothing valuable in the opera club. One night when he got up at night, he heard someone singing Yue opera. He was drunk and didn't think in that direction. I fell asleep until the next day, and after thinking about it for a while, I was afraid and reported the incident to the village chief. Later, not only the watchman, but also many people in the west of the village heard it, and it is said that the singing was very good."

"Apart from hearing the voice, is there nothing else going on in the village?"

"That's not true. You go to the west end of the village and look around carefully. Every household has hung red strings and pasted talisman papers. These days, the west end is empty at night. Listen to me and don't go."

"Since the sound can only be heard at night, it should be fine for us to go during the day. We spent a whole day in the car to find Xiaohua Village. It's a pity not to go and see it."

"Okay, I'll take you over there to have a look."

Sang Tong smiled and said: "No need, auntie, just tell us how to get there. The opera club should be easy to find. We'll be back before dark."

"That's right. Go out and go straight along this road. When you see a three-way road, go to the left and go straight. If you can't find it, just ask someone. Everyone in the village will know."

"Thanks."

The five of them came to the legendary haunted theater. As Guilan said, there was really nothing to see.

The building with pure wooden structure is old and improperly maintained. It has completely lost the style of the past. From a distance, it looks like an abandoned house or a man-made haunted house.

On the plaque hanging at the door, the words "Huaimengyuan" can barely be recognized.

The internal structure is clear at a glance. There are a total of three rooms, the main room in the middle, and the east and west wing rooms on the left and right.

The east and west rooms were all locked, and Murong asked: "May I ask what is locked here?"

"It's all old things from this garden, actors' costumes and things like that. The last performance in this garden was 20 years ago. It seems to be... Tsk, I can't remember. It seems to have something to do with this troupe. An old lady celebrates her birthday, oh, that day, this garden is very beautiful, the actors are seconded from all over the world, after the performance, the clothes are sealed in the box, and the two wing rooms have never been opened again, you guys Want to write materials? Come, come, I will show you some good things."

Sang Tong gave Zeng Tianhan a wink, and the latter put his arm around the watchman's shoulder: "Where is it? Quickly take me to see, does the old man smoke?"

Su Sifang and Sang Tong stayed in the backyard, and the other three followed the watchman to see "good things".

The watchman took a pack of cigarettes from Zeng Tianhan and smiled happily. No one in this village respected him so much.

He stood on the stool, pulled down a dusty old-fashioned leather bag from the cabinet, blew the dust on it, and took out an album from the bag.

"I don't show it to ordinary people. I show it to you because you are college students and polite."

Open the album, the first photo is an enlarged black-and-white photo, the lower right corner is a stamped inscription that has been blurred, and in the middle of the photo stands a lean man in military uniform with a mustache, one left and one right They are two women in disguise.

The watchman lit a cigarette, pointed to the photo and explained: "This is Wu Peifu, do you know who it is? Standing on both sides are the first generation pillars of this troupe, and the Jia Baoyu on the left is called Qin Huai." Ann, the Daiyu on the right is Zhuang Diemeng. At that time, the owner of the garden took the troupe all over the world to perform in Penglai. It was God's eyes. Boss Wu happened to go to the yard to listen to the opera. At that time, the troupe was not well-known. A performance was arranged, and the time was not very good, but Mr. Wu liked this play 'Daiyu's Burial of Flowers' very much, and gave it a big award, and the troupe became a hit."

"Later, Boss Wu arranged a special show for seven days in Penglai, and the show was full. At the end of the seventh day, the burial of flowers in Daiyu was the finale. After the singing, Boss Wu invited the newspaper to take photos. It was also the first a photograph."

The watchman turned to the second photo, and the owners of the photo were still these two pillars, Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng.

During the filming, the two were acting. Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu were sitting on a dead wood shelf, holding a volume together.

Sang Yu's heart skipped a beat. Although the photo was not very clear, Qin Huaian's eyes were fixed and straightforward.

In her eyes: apart from Zhuang Mengdie, there is nothing else in the whole world; the affectionate eyes reflect Baoyu's love for Daiyu.

The number of photos is not many, there are only seven in total, and the group photos of Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng accounted for three.

In the last picture, the two stood holding hands on the stage, looking at each other affectionately, captured by the camera, and became eternal.

"How about it, is it precious or not? This trip is not in vain, right?"

"Uncle, I want to ask, what happened to the pair of pillars?"

The watchman exhaled smoke rings, and squinted his eyes comfortably: "Later, later on, they each got married? The actors of that era, no matter how popular they were, were nothing more than low-grade. It is a good fortune to marry an ordinary family with a dowry to be the main wife."

Sang Yu couldn't help but "ah", feeling a little pity in her heart: she felt that Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng's future should not be like this.

Sang Tong secretly opened the locks of the two wing rooms with a spell, went inside and looked around carefully, but did not see any dirty things.

She looked at the compass in her hand, it showed that everything was normal, but she had a strange feeling, maybe this feeling had something to do with the singing in the theater at night.

But why can't the yin and yang eyes see dirty things? So what is it about singing

Could it be that the actor's outfit has become refined? Impossible, if that's the case, at most you can only see the costumes dancing, and you won't hear the singing. Could it be that the soul of a certain actor has stayed in this garden? But why can't I see it

The author has something to say: The update is a bit late these days, hey.

This is a poignant love story, even if you guessed the ending, I will write it~