Chapter 240 Jinjiang (2)
It is so that those people who had grievances and had nowhere to redress them in the past can at least vent their anger while watching the play.
Therefore, ghost plays can be seen in many types of plays.
For children, this is also their favorite part.
Because in order to show the horror of ghosts, general ghost shows will include some acrobatics. The performance is more exciting and thrilling than other characters, and often makes children excited.
Obviously, the Baizhihu shadow puppetry, which has a thousand-year history, also retains the ghost play part.
But knowing and accepting are two different things.
Even though Yan Shixun knew very well that this should be normal, he still felt a little uncomfortable because of the image of the ghost.
——In those eighteen arms, in addition to the usual genitals, there were also human heads and legs.
In pursuit of exquisiteness, even the blood flowing under the human head was represented by red-dyed leather.
At first glance, it really looked like a ghost had chopped off a human head and was holding it in his hand, with blood all over the ground.
It’s no wonder that Song Ci felt uncomfortable.
Yan Shixun sighed in his heart, but did not show it on his face.
The old man also noticed Song Ci who walked out and Yan Shixun who came over to check.
Obviously, the old man was still afraid and resentful of the aggressiveness and sharpness shown by Yan Shixun during their initial confrontation at the gate.
So the old man put his hands behind his back unhappily, hunched over, and walked through the crowd towards the door.
Although the old man was much shorter than everyone else, when he walked by, everyone consciously made way for him, not wanting to confront him.
"If you don't want to listen, I don't want to talk either."
The old man grumbled, "If you hadn't given me enough money, would you have thought I was willing to stay here and talk about useless things? It would be better to go outside."
"Look for yourselves, and call me if you have any questions."
When the old man walked out of the room, he tripped over the threshold, staggered and fell out from the shadow under the eaves.
Like a ghost, it ducks and pounces out of the picture.
For a moment, the old man's figure overlapped with the ghost-horned shadow puppet hanging opposite the door, making Yan Shixun dazed for a moment.
The old man rushed into the light of the setting sun.
He immediately felt as if he was stung, and with an agility that was inconsistent with his old and hunched appearance, he quickly retreated backwards and shrank back into the shadows, then he breathed a sigh of relief with an imperceptible degree of relief.
But when Yan Shixun looked more closely, the shadow puppet and the old man were clearly separated.
"This yard is full of finished and semi-finished shadow puppets. The yard at the back is where the tools for making shadow puppets are placed, as well as some unused leather and wood. The detailed introduction and history are written on the wall of the house. You can read it yourself if you are not blind. The yard at the back is where the Baizhihu shadow puppets were recorded before. You can watch it if you want to. If not, please leave."
The old man glanced at Yan Shixun gloomily and said in a sarcastic tone: "You are so lucky. You bought it for 50 cents and went out."
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you say the ticket price was fifty cents? We'll settle the cause and effect and there will be no debts. How nice."
The old man was choked and couldn't say anything for a long time.
In the end, he could only shake his hands and walk away angrily.
After the old man left, the other guests who were still in the room all breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that the previous depressing and tense atmosphere had finally relaxed.
“I don’t know whether it’s the old man or the shadow puppet that’s scary.”
An Nanyuan shook his head.
But when he looked up and met the condescending gaze of the shadow puppet, he was frightened again and hurried out of the room.
But there are people who are really interested in these shadow puppets.
For example, Nantian and Xie Lin.
Nantian himself is the inheritor of the Nanming Mountain textiles that are about to be lost, so he feels sad about all the folk customs that are about to be lost. Therefore, he wants to see and record more of these cultures before the Baizhihu shadow puppets are completely lost.
He did not come out of the room, but read the introduction of the shadow puppet characters written on the wall word by word to the audience in front of his split-screen camera.
"It would be good if at least one more person remembers the Baizhihu shadow play."
Nantian smiled and said, "The more people who remember it, the less likely it is to be lost."
As for Xie Lin, he is from the southwest region.
Because he left his hometown early, decades later, the world changed and many place names and villages disappeared or merged. Therefore, even he himself could not clearly tell where his hometown was.
But Xie Lin still remembers iconic place names like Baizhi Lake.
It was in the farmland around Baizhi Lake that he picked up his infant sister.
Therefore, when Xie Lin looked at Baizhi Lake, he felt as if he had returned to the past with a sense of nostalgia.
He looked up at the shadow puppet hanging on the wall, and his eyes gradually fell into distant memories.
Although the other guests were frightened or felt uncomfortable because of the depressing atmosphere in the room, they were still recording the program after all. They also heard from Zhang Wubing that the Baizhihu shadow puppetry was about to be lost, and they sincerely wanted to do something for the Baizhihu shadow puppetry.
So they stood in the yard for a while, then regained their energy and said with a smile that they would go to other rooms to have a look.
"Without a tour guide, it's more comfortable to go around."
Bai Shuang also smiled and said, "I don't like people following me when I buy clothes. It feels like I'm being watched."
Yan Shixun glanced at his watch. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. He had previously casually divined about this museum and it was safe, without any evil spirits or ghosts.
In this case, if everyone wants to have fun, there is no reason to refuse.
Thinking of this, Yan Shixun said, "Then you can move freely for an hour. The range of activities is these three courtyards. You are not allowed to go out or walk alone. At least you have to go in pairs."
He pointed to where he was standing and said, "Gather here before four o'clock."
The guests cheered and, like primary school students on a spring outing, each of them pulled their friends and walked towards the places that interested them.
Song Ci originally wanted to find Xie Lin, but was intercepted by Lu Xingxing.
"Brother Song, Grandpa Song, why didn't you tell me before that you and my idol have such a good relationship?"
Lu Xingxing was so excited: "Tell me more about Xie Lin."
Song Ci: "...I don't play with psychopaths, get out of here."
Lu Xingxing was being naughty and hugged Song Ci tightly, refusing to let go: "I won't."
“…………”
Zhang Wubing rushed over and hugged Yan Shixun's arm tightly, and said nervously: "Brother Yan, let's go to the back and turn off the disc first. The background sound is always playing, which is really scary."
Yan Shixun thought for a moment, then nodded to Ye Li and said, "You wait here. If any of them come back first, you should watch over them and make sure nothing happens to them. Xiaobing and I will go over there.
Ye Li's face almost turned black when he looked at Zhang Wubing who was tightly connected with Yan Shixun.
However, Ye Li also understood what Yan Shixun meant.
Although both the hexagram and what Ye Li saw were normal, Yan Shixun still sensed something unusual.
Ye Li had no choice but to agree.
The look he gave Zhang Wubing was icy cold without a trace of warmth.
Zhang Wubing: “A-choo!”
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