Wushan spring tree is red, Yuanjiang spring grass is green.

Self-pity coquettish appearance, unique when making up.

Worry about willow, spring is like silk.

-Liu Xiyi's "Women Travel in Spring"

( 1)

This should be a quiet and deep spring night, right?

Darkness, like the wings of a crow woven into a dense net, extends infinitely into the invisible distance. However, even if you look up, you can't find the indispensable ornament in the night-the color of sapphire, which is as warm and delicate as the first quarter moon of a beautiful eyebrow peak. Where have you been? If there was no moonlight, what would it be if the little spots on the path gave off light fluorescent towers of pearl color? ...

Unconsciously following the pearl-like light sources in the deep sea, there is no time to tell where they point. The oncoming night wind reveals some information-a sweet fragrance, silky feeling like white satin, and cool as a tune hit by thin ice. Beautiful flower shapes have strict ends, like thin red petals of gently closed fingers, and each piece is spotless, as if it had been soaked in aromatic water deep in the flower.

-This is magnolia. These elegant flowers, nicknamed "wooden pens", somehow left the branches surrounded by Lv Yun and scattered on the dark path. The petals are stained with an ethereal halo, which leads to the largest and most charming one. ...

Step by step, the vision gradually becomes clear. It turns out that the rouge and thin red that wither at the end of darkness are not petals that bloom to the extreme, but a skirt spread on the ground-soft and luxurious red material, with subtle gradual changes from shallow to deep, surrounded by exquisite figures sitting on the ground, which seems to be unable to bear the weight of this brocade skirt.

As if she heard approaching footsteps, the beauty in red turned her head. Snow-white face and cheeks against the night, almost emitting a faint soft light. It seems to be drawn with meticulous brushwork, and the flawless and elegant facial features are exquisite to the point of faint fear. ...

"You're here ... you're here at last ..." Beautiful red lips spit out slightly cool words.

Hearing the rustle of clothes, she raised her hand as if to touch the face of the person in front of her.

"You ... are such a forgetful and ungrateful person ..."

Sleeves slide heavily from shallow Fei to plain white, as if white wrists and plain hands were frozen by frost and snow, showing up in the dark night-no wonder there is such a beautiful and unnatural white, and the arms stretched forward are simply limbs carved out of wood! Fingers and fingers, wrists and elbows are connected by small joints, which are cold and hard as bones. The slow stretching action is so smooth and creepy!

A Bi Cheng suddenly opened his eyes-the illusion of the night suddenly dissipated, and the bright bright green suddenly filled his field of vision. The exceptionally clear spring sky and carved windows are almost transparent when reflected by sunlight.

Before he recovered from the coma, two questioning faces appeared on the horizon at the same time. One is frivolous and gorgeous, the other is handsome and rambling, and the burning curious eyes are exactly the same.

"It's strange ... sleeping so soundly in broad daylight! Is it a dream? Be careful that we empty out the treasures in your shop-anyway, why was it so hot before March? ! "Duan Hua picked up the ivory waist fan on the display shelf and casually fanned it-the pattern sprinkled with gold on the fan sparkled against the sun and immediately flowed like a water wave. A few butterflies hollowed out by gold thread fluttered out from the folds of the fan, golden for a while, and transparently changed color in the light and shadow for a while.

"... whoa, whoa, what happened? I didn't do anything. ……"

Li Langya looked at the anxious Duan Hua, then at the uncertain face of Abe. "He coughed quietly and gently ... You see, we have been here for a long time, but you have been sleeping ... Just now, a guest wanted to buy a pottery bowl in the shop, which was khaki with a corner missing ... He asked for 60 pieces, and I thought it was almost enough, so I made a counter offer with him.

"Ah, ah, your highness did the first business in his life. It's really gratifying ~! " AnBiCheng followed excitedly clapped his hands, and at the same time lightly jumped down from the bed, took the ivory gold fan from Duan Hua's hand, and waved it gently in the air a few times, as if drawing several tracks in the green air. Dancing golden butterflies flapped their translucent wings and flew back in droves along invisible tracks, only to get lost in the fan.

"Pa" a light ring, a Bi Cheng covered the fan, drew a faint golden streamer in the air, and finally stayed on his lips with a calm smile.

"-and this pottery bowl, unfortunately, was handed down to the present at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it is an antique for more than 300 years ... with a valuation of at least 500. So-before noon tomorrow, your highness should send someone to send the difference to the water mirror museum, right? I will wait here ~ "

A light cry of "meow ~" suddenly inserted into the atmosphere of indoor cold jokes hovering. Bi Cheng looked back and saw a cat with a vigorous posture. I don't know when it climbed up the window sill outside and looked in through the carved pane. The black and white colors are neat, and the back looks like a lush green, which is unique and lovely.

The cat doesn't seem to take the people in the room seriously, licking its claws comfortably and cleaning its pink nose, but Bi Cheng is not sure if this is an illusion. The cat's eye with gold in the green seems to look at itself unintentionally. ...

In an consternation, Duan Hua's loud voice forcibly pulled people's thoughts back again-"... Don't be depressed, it's nothing to be wrong once! After all, Persian boys are not good. What did you take a nap for? Regardless of business, can't you date in your dreams? "

A slightly chilly smile glided across the face of the Persian teenager.

"... really, dating a beautiful woman ..."-The voice is too low to hear.

The soft wind in early spring swept across the water, penetrated the flowers and sent the smell and ripples of grass into the small window. And the silhouette of the cat under the window lattice has disappeared without a trace, as if like those butterflies flying in the wind, they are all short-lived illusions that do not belong to this world. ...

(2)

Spring in Chang 'an comes very early this year. Just entering February, I have failed to live up to the reputation of "Apricot Moon". From the peony and peach blossom in the famous garden to the unknown wild flowers on the roadside, all the delicate buds have opened with a little temptation. By the flower festival on February 15, scarlet had already splashed all over the city. The sweet breath that only comes in late spring every year has leaked fragrant fragments from the depths of the courtyard like an caged midnight song.

Or the girls who painted charming palace makeup and yellow flowers, or wore handsome and romantic men's clothes, went to the suburbs for an outing to sacrifice the birthday of the flower god, and went home after the afternoon. All the way is dotted with stalls selling rouge powder for food, jewelry, hairpin rings and even various acrobatics.

When Liu Yin's small troupe began to perform, Duan Hua squeezed into the crowd with a string of crystal puppets in one hand. It was not until I handed the mariko to two waiters that I had time to take off a string in my mouth and spit out a complaint that was not very emboldened-"Why do you want to squeeze into a bunch of little girls to choose' red bean flavor'?" They looked at me like a fool ... "

With a mouthful of white and cold glutinous rice balls, An Bicheng narrowed his eyes almost intoxicated, and his voice was sincere and vague: "-It is said that two amateurs sold our goods without authorization yesterday, and the great pain they brought can only be comforted a little ... Besides, Duan Hua, whose mouth was not cleaned with red bean stuffing, what position can he take to criticize my taste?"

Knowing that fangs are better than one, and fighting power is better than China's doomed Li Langya. He stood quietly and concentrated on attacking Mariko in his hand-fortunately, after the curtain, there was a clear pipa sound like dripping water between rocks in time, and everyone stopped teasing and looked at the stage.

-The charming green curtain is slowly rolled up, with six screens painted with vast rivers in the background, and reeds undulating like white wind waves on the shore. As if walking out of the painting, the handsome boy in white drove a boat close to the stage, stroking his forehead with his hand in the plaintive accompaniment, and confided sadly, "You have traveled all over Wu's mountains and rivers, and your shadow will never linger." My sleeping princess, my girl's name is Yu Zi-why didn't you answer my phone! "

The girls in the audience were quickly infected by the romantic situation, and whispered messages to each other: "It's The Little Girl of the Prince of Wu, and spring is just suitable for reading such a sad story ~"-no one cares that the beautiful boy in white is just a delicate doll more than a foot high, with dozens of silver lines hanging from fingertips to toes. The puppet master manipulated the silk thread from a height, commanded the dolls to raise their hands and cast their feet, and danced back and forth lightly, revealing pale little hands and feet from time to time under the brocade skirt, which was strange, vivid and gorgeous.

Wu Wang's youngest daughter often performs in puppet shows. Compared with wuyue's hegemony raging thousands of years ago, this story only exists in the short notes of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, but it has a lasting Leng Xiang. Fu Cha's princess is a girl named "Yu Zi". She is in love with the young Han Zhong, but she is too important to be husband and wife. Yuzi, who died of grief and indignation, slept in the loess tomb, returned from the tomb because Han Zhong was crying outside the tomb, and became attached to him in the tomb. Three days after the banquet, Han Zhong went to see the prince with the pearls given by Yu Zi, but he could not win the trust. Yu Zi suddenly appeared in the palace to defend him. When the overjoyed prince and his wife came forward to hug their daughter, the beautiful ghost suddenly dissipated like a smoke cloud. ...

The story is not complicated, but with the monologues of the dolls and the singing of the pipa players, the plot is as long as spring water. The sun shone through the flower trees, shaking soft golden spots. The exceptionally bright light gives the stage a dark and dreamy color. The world surrounded by six screens seems to have dug a hole from this sunny afternoon in spring. Gorgeous dolls slightly open their lips carved in wood, imitating human joys and sorrows with sounds and expressions that don't actually exist ... A grown-up man slightly narrowed his dark blue eyes, and a wandering trance and dizziness blurred his sight. ...

When the screen is put away and then opened, the background picture has changed-the wilderness seems to be stained with cyan water vapor, and tall trees fall in thin red shadows. Draw clusters of rising clouds in the open grave. Exquisite dolls were born in Ran Ran.

Triple overlapping crimson collar with loose green ripples at the back of the skirt. The high bun made of black silk thread is covered with tiny gold ornaments, but it can't be seen clearly with the dancing of the girl doll-because she hangs a long black veil from the bun, covering the whole face in front and hanging to her feet in the back, and meets the dazzling skirt. The audience understands that in the world of puppet shows, this heavy black veil only means that the role played is a fairy who does not belong to this world.

The plot has been advancing until Yuzi appears from the grave to satisfy Han Zhong. Facing the dead, the teenager has a moment of fear and hesitation. Ziyu sighed through the veil, and the pipa player behind the scenes sang a melodious tune for her-"The length of the feather family is called the phoenix; One day's loss, three years' sorrow; Although there are many birds, they are not a pair. So when you see a contemptuous gesture, you will shine when you meet a gentleman. You can't have them, you can't have them, so why forget ... "

Sad songs have a distant meaning, like flowers blowing snow and rustling down, and the veil of girls is flying. Every dance has a fragile feeling when you bend over and step on it. When the pipa ended with a click, the time in the picture suddenly died-a pale ray of sunshine solidified in the center of the stage, and the black veil slowly fell to the ground like the remains of a butterfly. The puppet girl raised her polished face from her gorgeous clothes, blushed and said, "You forgetful and ungrateful person …"

(3)

As if the curse of the god of the night suddenly struck in broad daylight, Bi Cheng suddenly looked up at the stage-

At this moment, the boundary between day and night is blurred. The scenery in the line of sight flows like boiling candle tears, and the only thing that is clear is the colorful six-song painting screen. They spread out one by one like demons and quickly extended to the end of darkness. The crazy colors flowing on the painting screen turned into a whirlpool, and the strange attraction came from the center of the whirlpool. Ann Bicheng had no time to respond, so he found himself in a strange space surrounded by painting screens.

"... are you kidding ...?"

I couldn't help but make an angry voice, but when the words came out, I found that I couldn't hear my own voice-the "click" sound of wood hitting wood was clear. The ice needle-like fear slowly climbs up from the back of your neck ... That strange sound is the movement of your chin and lips and teeth-yes, wood-polished lips and throat really can't make human voices. ...

Trying to keep his consciousness awake, an adult raised his hand to touch his cheek, but there was a strange resistance from his fingertips-his eyes scanned from bottom to top, only seeing intermittent silver stars in the dark, and the white hand, his own hand. ...

The smooth and clean texture is not like human skin at all. The joints between wrists and knuckles are more delicate and tenon-jointed, with the strangeness and exquisiteness of artificial bones. That small cold star is clearly the reflection of silver silk thread, and countless silver silk threads are attached to the joints of limbs, while flashing mocking micro-awns, while extending high towards the dark sky until they disappear.

Yes, you seem to be a puppet. ...

When this cognition gradually takes shape in my mind, a bi cheng suddenly stops the unnecessary struggle-every action will attract the reaction of silk thread traction, and every action will make the feeling of being manipulated more vivid.

Sit down quietly and wait for the performer who pulled himself into the hub to appear-"The taste is so bad that it really needs to be revised"-An Bicheng smiled bitterly in his heart and tried not to think about his dull expression at the moment.

A strange color slowly emerged in the darkness, a large piece of melancholy and clear reddish-not blooming petals, but skirts falling in the void. Like a woman with lilac magnolia, like a nightmare that day-but at this time, the identity of human form and puppet has been changed into a prank. She is so bright and soft, and her skin emits soft snow. There are also resentful and eager eyes, all of which are fresh girls on the earth-only the appearance still leaves traces of exquisite craftsmanship, and it is almost ominous.

Step by step, she got closer to success, but as the distance shortened, her elegant charm seemed to dissipate. Anger, attachment, exulting, sadness that can't be loved ... The unpredictable mood is like light and shadow on the water, which flashes in her gorgeous eyes. The painting patterns behind it are also changing and swaying. A moment is the spring scenery of Baishazhou, a moment is a disguised hell, and a moment is the shadow of the beast rushing, which seems to be addicted to the ocean of emotions.

"How can you do this to me ... how can you forget me ..."

Muttered to herself, she knelt down, stretched out her cold finger and touched the face of the doll opposite.

"After so long, I finally found you ... do you remember what you said? You said we would be together forever ... "

"We will never be apart again. Come with me-luminous ... "

(4)

A name that slipped away in a low complaint is like the key to unlock the magic truth-first there was a slight crack, a finished wood carving polished, a puppet face with no defects and no expression, suddenly burst open a crack, and then it collapsed all the way, flying like a fragment, revealing the real soft human appearance.

A force tore off the silver silk thread that bound hands and feet, ignoring the metal track that burst with a sharp sound. An Bicheng raised his dark green eyes, looked straight at the stunned expression of the beauty in red, and smiled without a smile.

"-I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I can't go with you-because you are so careless! Miss! "

"Ah-!" The beauty exclaimed, covered her face with her sleeves and flashed back. Almost at the same time, the fire painted on the picture crossed the boundary of illusion and burned violently from the painting. In the golden flame, the figure of a wild animal suddenly appeared in generate: the white coat was crisscrossed with dark stripes, golden eyes hung down, ferocious teeth, and the word "king" proudly appeared on his forehead-only in scrolls and anecdotes. Why does the legendary magic beast white tiger come and go in the wind but show its shadow in the boundary of this puppet?

Agile god beast jumped in front of the woman in red, which seemed to be a defensive gesture, but between the teeth shining with dense cold light, there was an unexpected immature voice-"Oh, no! It's over! Doesn't he shine? ! "

The rolling flame swept me, and an adult instinctively raised his sleeve and blocked it-when he put down his sleeve, the bright sunshine flowed down off guard and stung his eyes for a while. Looking around in the field of vision, those brightly decorated girls still gather around the puppet stage, the pipa sound in the depths of Liu Yin is still elegant, and Yuzi and Han Zhongzheng on the stage are hugging each other and telling the story of separation-just now, an absurd scene on the dark stage only happened at the moment when he was distracted?

Abe covered his face with a folding fan and laughed in a low voice, which caused Li Langya to look back at him with Duan Hua.

"... the play happened at the saddest time. Hey, why are you so cold? "

"You look strange ... are you uncomfortable?"

"Nothing-just to make sure, I accidentally fell into someone else's dream crossing ..." An Bicheng explained at leisure.

"... what dream? Belly dream? A stomachache dream? "Duan Hua blinked his bright and ignorant eyes.

"Hey ... don't be cold, you ... it seems that there are references in ancient magic books, and smart artists will build barriers in their dreams. If someone wants to enter his dream, the barrier will rebound and transfer this dream to the consciousness of other artists-is that right? Just want to feel so complicated ... "Li Langya frowned to retrieve the memory.

"What a brilliant performer ~ However, I'm really, like, a little angry at this repeated harassment-do you think the extradition nightmare can be exempted from paying the ferry fee? ! "

Looking up at the colorful puppet stage in the green willows, an Bi-cheng's eyes slowly floated with a malicious smile.

"Guess-will I do business at a loss?"

Strange talk about puppets (part two)

Don't cry, dive. Nothing to say, dark acacia. No one knows outside the heart.

A lone bird, locked in a cage at night, broke its branches with one sword.

Although the river is cloudy and sunny, aconite is black and white.

There is only seclusion and dark parting, and each other is willing to have no later period.

-Bai Juyi? Potential separation

( 1)

Night is with the crisp texture of smoky crystals, and the ethereal fragrance is like the flickering light in the deep sea, vaguely indicating the direction.

The source of fragrance is a tall magnolia tree, with a long and narrow light purple shape, commonly known as "purple magnolia" flowers, like a delicate bird folded from a handkerchief, sitting quietly on the branches, dotted with sad nights.

There is no trace of the wind blowing, but occasionally flowers leave the broken stem and float down in a dance-like manner, scattered under the tree, lavender lined with dark black, weaving a gorgeous little lichen. Among the fallen flowers, a figure is sleeping quietly, and white clothes are spread all over the floor. Pale golden hair covers the cheeks, mixed with sporadic delicate petals, like the illusion of a big bright gem.

In the seemingly eternal night, the silent corner suddenly loosened. A pair of golden threads weaving clouds tread a path hidden in the dark, moving silently all the way, as light as koi fish breaking the waves.

It seems that some painters are full of painters and draw meticulous figures with the night as the base. The dust floating in the air gradually condensed and formed, and bright colors and entities emerged around the little golden shoes-satin robe hem embroidered with fish and algae patterns, and jade pendant hung on the belt of silver coral. Narrow small sleeve and collar outline unexpectedly slender limbs-a beautiful woman walking in the night like a golden peacock. She looks only twelve or thirteen years old, but her appearance has not shown the romantic elegance of a young husband, and her beautiful golden green eyes are full of cunning childishness.

Walking slowly to the front of the sleeping person under the tree, the little boy leaned forward and poked his half-closed body rudely, but his mouth was out of proportion to his movements, with a soft Jiangnan accent.

"-hey, I'm not sure what your name is. I also wonder what happened ... I wanted to live in that teacher's night light, but how did I bump into your passerby dream? I was shocked, too! How to tell home ... "

Cold and rambling complaining, at the same time, the middle finger and forefinger of the right hand are raised, and there is a slightly swaying golden halo between the slender fingers of the teenager. "In short, forget all this and don't give me any more trouble!" Young grunted, stretched out his hand to the other side of the forehead point down-

The boy was startled by the pain coming from his wrist, bowed his head in shock and faced a pair of dark green eyes. Ann Bicheng looked up from her prone position, clasped the young man's thin wrist, and showed her shining teeth with a smile-"Don't look down on passers-by, master! In addition, your' forget' formula is not skilled enough ... "

"... let go, let go! "The boy exclaimed and struggled backwards, and his wrist suddenly lit up with an aggressive spirit ripple. But the other side moves faster than him. While being bounced off the right hand by the light pattern, a dark blue light flashed between the fingers of a finished left hand, which caught the flaw brought by the instantaneous panic of the teenager, and the green light directly hit the teenager's forehead with the wind under his arm!

"-ah! ! "The wail resounded through the night sky. The teenager hid his face and hurried back. The night scene of fallen flowers suddenly turned into a thin black silk scroll, which quickly cracked and weathered. The figure of the teenager was strangely distorted in the alternation of light and shade, like the reflection on the water was blown away by strong winds and turned into a dancing light spot.