() Found the way home!

Ye Liuxi whispered: "I really couldn't imagine..."

She stepped forward, wiping her fingers on the edge of the incense burner, and raised her to look.

There is a layer of gray on the fingertips.

At the corner of the altar, the spider with nets was disturbed by human voices, and his thin steps moved quickly, and the silver-lit spider web swayed and shook again.

Ye Liuxi bounced his fingers and then sent them to his mouth and blew them: "You won't pay tribute to this nephew."

Dingzhou looked cold: "People trust him as a guide, but he relied on his experience to act on his own. The consequences are so serious, and I think he deserves to die. I have read the news. Among the dead people, some of them have just become fathers, and they can't redeem their sins even if they die a few more times."

Ye Liuxi sighed: "You can't say that, no one can imagine a place like the desert..."

She quit.

Dingzhou brought her to the door and led her out: "Miss Ye, you can only find someone else. But I would like to remind you, don't go if you don't go. The desert is so dangerous, only it bites people, no one makes it bite. What is the nickname of "Shaya" sounds ridiculous."

Ye Liuxi smiled. She walked quickly, stepped down from the stage first, opened the canvas bag, took out a sealed express envelope from it and handed it to Dingzhou.

Dingzhou unexpectedly: "What is this?"

While saying that, I turned the envelope and looked at it: There was no stamp or arranging the order, I just used it to hold things.

Ye Liuxi said: "There are some things inside, please watch slowly, carefully dismantle them, and don't tear them. I'll leave now. After leaving the alley, I will go north. If you want to catch up with me, you have to run faster."

Dingzhou was puzzled: "Why should I catch up with you?"

Ye Liuxi put the bag on his shoulder and signaled the envelope: "That depends on you. If you want to chase after it, just chase it, forget it if you don't want to chase it."

She opened the door.

The newly bought ticket audience was impatient when they saw the door open and rushed in. Ye Liuxi went out against the crowd and soon disappeared.

Dingzhou tear open the mouth of the express cover.

What exactly is it? It doesn’t weigh it when you feel it, and it’s flat and spreads out. It should be a piece of paper.

I took it out and saw it was a large kraft paper envelope.

He opened the mouth, reached in and took out another medium-sized white envelope.

Dingzhou was a little impatient: Are you playing with him in this layer of play?

Fortunately, there was something in the white envelope.

The touch felt like a photo, and he pulled it out.

For a second or two, my ears suddenly couldn't hear the sound in the room, but I could hear the endless distance: sandstorms, glaciers collapsed, and rocks rumbling.

Dingzhou rushed out.

I haven't left the house for too long, and I forgot how crowded the street is. As soon as I exited the alley, I almost bumped into the tourists, and I staggered and almost tripped. There were stalls, stores, and even the center of the street. Shocks came one after another, and cameras were flashed one after another.

I finally stood still, and there were people everywhere, with people's faces and backs cut by the light everywhere.

The voice was like a snake, twisting into the eardrum. Some people complained that this old man had something wrong with it. Some people urged him to stay away from him and don't fall and rely on us.

Dingzhou stood among the bustling crowd and shouted: "Ye Liuxi!"

No response.

The noise is like waves. The heavier the night, the higher the waves.

The ticket selling Xiao He was busy comforting the impatient audience. When he saw Dingzhou coming back, he rushed to meet him. Before he could say the urging words, Dingzhou said first: "Refund the ticket."

He pushed the door and walked through the theater stiffly to the surprise eyes of the room, walked into the backstage, walked into his crowded bedroom, and sat down on the bed.

The noise outside the door became louder, mixed with the sound of Xiao He’s apologizing. Ding Zhou sat blankly, suddenly reached out to pull his hair, pulled off his hair condom, and pulled the vulcanized latex on his face.

Refunding the money, refunding the ticket, being scolded, Xiao He finally nodded and bowed to see off the last guest.

Then he rushed into the backstage and called: "Brother Dong..."

The next sentence was swallowed back to his throat: Changdong sat there, his gray hood was thrown to the side, some of which were torn off on his face, some were still hanging, and his fake beard was rubbed and messy, and his whole body was weird and ferocious, like a zombie with drooping face.

What's wrong with this?

Xiao He had accompanies Dingzhou and played shadow puppets in Dingzhou. Xiao He promoted, received and grabbed materials. Relying on the tourist attractions, the passenger flow was large, I dare not say that it was very profitable, and there was no problem living a life.

But there are also hidden worries. Dingzhou is old and in poor health. It is like the yellow and crispy leaves hanging on the branches in autumn. Maybe one day it will turn into yellow mud and protect the flowers.

Two years ago, Dingzhou's nephew Changdong suddenly defected to him.

Xiao He was busy making money to marry a wife, too lazy to hang out on the Internet, and didn't care about the news. He had never heard of any "black camellia", so he thought Changdong was quite strange: he was a good old and a good talent, he was not engaged in production, he was dead all day, he didn't say a word for a few days, and he didn't leave the house, like a real version of a vampire who was afraid of seeing the sun.

Dingzhou also advised Changdong: "It's better to find something to distract yourself, don't think about those bad things every day."

Then Changdong played with shadow puppet, followed Dingzhou to learn to pick the line, let the shadow puppet run, stand, sit, hold, roll, turn the kite over, fight back, and sometimes carve the skin by himself, and use a chisel to carve the star eyes, plum blossoms, and ten thousand characters. The alcohol lamp bakes the glue color and dye it while it is hot.

Xiao He felt very relieved, and felt that there was a successor in Dingzhou: there was no need for any formal training to play shadow puppets. Now there are fewer audiences, more people watch the fun, and almost no one can read the tricks... Changdong can learn to be a good example and fool the show.

More than a year ago, Dingzhou died of illness. The sign of the theater "rest" was hung for a few days. He was afraid of affecting business and did not make much public statements. After the incident, Xiao He was thinking about how to speak with Changdong, but Changdong took the initiative to say that he could help save the scene for the time being.

Xiao He was overjoyed, but then he was stunned by Changdong's outfit on the field.

Changdong turned over the plaster face mold, bought vulcanized styling latex for film and television special makeup, hair covers, fake beards used to stick, and disguised them as an old man, wearing old clothes left by Dingzhou, and even the way he dragged his legs when walking was exactly the same as Dingzhou.

At the beginning, his technique was clumsy, and there were actually flaws when he looked closely. However, he did not socialize, but he just shrank behind the curtain to play with the threads. The scene was over, and no one paid attention to the appearance of the old man behind the scenes. Some viewers commented: "This old man is so amazing, he picks three shadow puppets one person."

Xiao He was born with no inquiry and gradually accepted it: People have quirks, and Changdong was already strange, let him go. Besides, old craftsmen always look steady than young people, which is convenient for publicity and is good for business.

As time goes by, Changdong's dressing technique is like a shadow puppet, becoming more and more vivid, and his voice is deliberately old and low.

But if he always dresses up for business, after he dresses up, he will not take off his clothes, and will take makeup and eat and sleep. When he is worn out, he will re-dress.

Xiao He also advised him: "Brother Dong, this glue is on the face. After a long time, wrinkles will become true. Now men also need to protect their skin. If you do this, it is not good for the skin and are prone to acne..."

I won’t say it later. Anyway, it’s useless to say it anyway. Another reason is that Changdong is normal to pretend to be old, he can chat and laugh. Once he takes off his makeup, his face is so terrifying.

As it is now, the makeup is as broken as a ghost, making people feel even more frizzy.

Xiao He asked carefully: "Brother Dong, what happened?"

Changdong was bored for a long time before he spoke: "You went to Dunhuang for a while ago, right?"

"yes."

Xiao He took his prospective girlfriend and his future father-in-law to visit the Mogao Grottoes a while ago. After seeing the grottoes, he saw Yadan and the Great Wall of Han. His circle of friends was flooding the screen one by one.

"Show you a picture."

Xiao He took it, glanced at it roughly, and said, "Yeah, is this still from a horror movie or a still from a horror movie, it's the same as it is."

The photo shows a Yadan wind-eroded clay bag, with a close-up view, shaped like a bow, and a young woman embedded on her head, as if she had grown from clay, with a pretty face and pale face. She crossed her hands and pressed her chest, like a mural carving in the hull, with her eyes wide open and her long hair fluttering in the wind.

It's a bit creepy after watching it for a long time.

Changdong asked: "What do you think this is?"

Xiao He saw that all Yadan bags were the same: "Devil City, this land bag is like a ship, is it the West Sea Fleet?"

The West Sea Fleet is a famous attraction in Yadan Devil City. The wind-eroded teams are arranged like a military brigade ready to go.

Changdong murmured: "The Yadan group in China is not just the Devil City. This one is more like the Dragon City."

Where is Longcheng again? Xiao He was about to ask, but his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a number he didn't recognize.

In order to promote the shadow puppetry business, Xiao He's number is hung on countless travel websites all year round, and the tickets are also printed on them. It is common to receive inquiry calls from tourists.

After he "feeded" twice, he handed the phone to Changdong in wonder: "Brother Dong, I said yes... I asked you to answer."

No one has ever called him to find Changdong, and he was the first to solve the problem.

Changdong took it, and a woman's chuckle came from the other end.

"Ye Liuxi?"

Ye Liuxi's voice was sarcastic: "I haven't caught up. Are you addicted to playing an old man and your legs are not flexible?"

"Who are you? What's going on with the photo?"

"Do you think I'll answer you on the phone?"

Changdong was silent for a moment: "You mentioned looking for a guide, and now I agree."

Ye Liuxi giggled.

"Changdong, you have been useless for two years. Who knows whether your fang is working well? Let's give you a week. If you can find me, it proves that you have some brains. We can work together to do something. If you can't find it, you can continue to live with your shadow puppet."

Ye Liuxi hung up the phone.

She actually didn't walk far away and hid in a small white van parked at the end of the street. The passenger seat was freely piled up the food she had packed from Huimin Street: mung bean cake, pomegranate juice, yogurt, and more than ten mutton skewers wrapped in plastic bags.

Don’t be too busy eating, just break down the rearview mirror in the car, remove the newly bought miscellaneous liquid eyeliner pencil, and start tracing the eyeliner in front of the mirror.

The hand is very stable and does not shake. When it reaches the end of the eye, it should have been a problem, but the hand is used to slip outside.

Ye Liuxi's heart moved and tried to draw only based on his feel.

Hook, pick, rub, turn, and hold. Suddenly, a small scorpion hung from the tip of the eye. The scorpion tail was hanging slanted upwards, like the height of a phoenix. The two limbs were snatched up and down, as if they were about to pinch out her eyes in the next second.

Ye Liuxi made a "huh" sound from his throat, threw off his eyeliner, took out a small notebook and pen from his canvas bag, turned to the latest page, bit off the cover of the signature pen, and wrote a sentence on the notebook: Scorpion is well drawn.

After finishing writing, I threw the notebook out and pulled out the mutton skewers from the bag and started chewing slowly.

When the mutton is cool, it always has a mutton smell, and no matter how many seasonings are, it is unlike the sheep in Jiayuguan. They drink Qilian snow water and eat Gobi herbs. The skin is crispy and tender, and the meat is accompanied by beer, and there is no fishy smell at all.

Tourists left the street one after another, passing by the car in groups of three or three. Ye Liuxi casually looked at all men and women, raised his eyebrows and stared at the scorpion at the corner of his eyes in the rearview mirror.
Chapter completed!