Chapter 241 Jinjiang (2)
The images are very old, and one can tell at a glance that this happened many years ago.
However, everything in the room seemed to have remained at a certain moment many years ago, without any progress.
There were also developed photos hanging on the wall. The people in each photo had a bright and shy smile, and the wrinkles on their faces were squeezed together, as if they were embarrassed to face the camera lens.
Having been a craftsman all my life, I am only used to dealing with wood and leather. I have to polish these lifeless objects bit by bit, spending months, consuming my own efforts and life to make the shadow puppets come alive in my hands.
But he is not good at dealing with the camera.
But when I heard that a shadow puppet museum was going to be established and my photo would be hung on the wall for everyone to see, I couldn't help but smile even though I said I didn't want to do such things.
Finally, she changed into nice clothes. She was nervous and uncomfortable in front of the camera, but she couldn't help but smile proudly, leaving her image in the history of Baizhihu shadow puppetry.
But after that, something strange happened.
No one came to see the Baizhihu shadow puppetry anymore, and everything gradually declined.
Even the pictures hanging on the wall gradually faded and became covered with dust.
Until... Yan Shixun pushed open the door.
The time that had stood still seemed to flow again, and the frozen scene came alive again.
The sounds and images coming from the TV seemed to penetrate the dust in the room and the golden and red light of candle lamps, arriving from the past to the present, and being replayed before the eyes of the visitor.
Zhang Wubing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the TV was indeed not turned off.
"My brain."
He walked over and looked at the TV carefully, then raised his hand and tapped his head, smiling sheepishly, "It seems that there was a black screen at the beginning of the disc, and when I turned on the switch, it happened to be playing that part, so when I left, I didn't think it was turned off, and I just left."
As he said that, Zhang Wubing squatted down and stopped the CD player under the TV.
The scene on TV also froze on the moment when the female shadow puppet fell to her knees.
The female shadow puppet was surrounded by shadows of villagers, who were holding farm tools in their hands and seemed to be shouting something.
But the female shadow puppet figure is only concerned with holding another small shadow in her arms, as if they are protecting each other.
Yan Shixun stood with his back to the light, staring at the TV with heavy eyes.
After a long time, he finally stretched out his long legs and stepped into the room.
The Martin boots fell on the concrete floor and stepped into the thick dust.
Zhang Wubing was confused and muttered: "Strange, there is no electricity, how can it be turned on?"
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