There were three actors in the center of the stage, holding props and singing babbling songs. Two young actors were dressed in Tsing Yi and dressed in period costumes. A young woman also wore ancient clothes and held a handkerchief in her hand. There was an old man lying on the ground, motionless, wearing tattered clothes, and a rolled-up mat beside him. Three people surrounded the old man, who was still on a rolled-up mat. Sometimes he was cursing and sometimes crying, gesticulating with his hands and babbling in his mouth.
I have never liked theater since I was a child, so I don’t know what is being sung.
At this time, Xian Dao Shen was already standing not far from the stage, and squatted down on the spot.
I followed him casually, but I didn't dare to get too close.
"Child, do you know what the show is about? I shook my head and didn't dare to speak."
"Tell you the name of this play is Roller. Have you seen these people on the stage?" Then he snorted heavily and said: "There are many unfilial people in this world. My father fell ill and died. As a son and daughter, , they should have fulfilled their filial piety, and should have supported the deceased and buried the old man with honor, but they were hesitant, picked up a torn mat, rolled up the old man, and then abandoned him."
"Alas, I have pity on the caring hearts of parents in the world, but I hate the disobedient people in the world."
"Little baby, when you grow up, you can't be like the person in the play who does the disobedient things. If Master Xiandao finds out, I won't let you go. Do you remember?"
I was so frightened that I nodded repeatedly: "Master Xiandao, I will remember it. When you grow up, you will be more filial to your parents."
After hearing this, Xian Daoshen nodded slightly and stopped talking. Instead, he turned his head and watched the play attentively.
Seeing that Xian Dao Shen was no longer paying attention to him, I quietly turned my head and looked around, and found that there were many people watching the theater surrounded by shadows. Upon closer inspection, I found that there was something wrong with these "people". Their expressions are dull and their bodies are stiff. There was no joy or expression like ordinary people, nor were there any cheers or applause. They just stared at the stage motionless.
"No, this is not a human being. It should be a group of lonely ghosts watching a show. No, I have to leave quickly. If I don't leave, I'm afraid I'll turn into a ghost too."
But how to go? There is also the God of Xian Dao watching over him.
"Gurgling, gurgling."
Just when I was anxious and afraid that I didn't know what to do, I heard two roosters crow from far away.
"Little baby, the time has come, you should go back." Then he saw a yellow light flash, and a big hand grabbed him. Suddenly I felt a strange wind blowing, and the clouds were flying like fog.
"ah.'
When my head tilted, I fainted.
The next day, people who got up early found me still sleeping in the cornfield east of the village pond.
I lay on my side on the ground, stretched out my hands, and kept saying I want to go back, I want to go back. My family searched for me for half the night but couldn't find me. After hearing the news, they rushed to Baogudi and, with the help of neighbors, they carried me back home. Later, I called the village doctor to see me and said that there was nothing serious. I was just tired and I could rest for two days.
Later, under the guidance of the elders in the village, my mother went to the Baogu field where I was unconscious, laid out tributes, burned paper money, and called my soul.
I slept for a full day and night before waking up. After I woke up, I kept complaining that I was hungry. My mother specially made my favorite noodles, and I ate three bowls of them before I was full.
My family asked me why you ended up in the corn field when you went to watch a movie at night. I just told my family how I met Xian Tong Shen who accompanied me to the theater on the way.
The cornfield where I was found fainting was less than two hundred meters away from the movie theater.
There were many people watching the movie that night, including adults and children, but they didn't notice anything unusual in the corn field. Some good people even visited the entire cornfield and found no trace of stage building or opera singing.
The villagers said that I was very lucky, but I just suffered a fright. Later, they all told their children not to walk alone at night.
And this incident also made me curious about such things. It turns out that there really are gods and ghosts in this world, not just in the legends...
And soon, I made the first alternative "friend" in my life.
