Shaking his little hand, he slowly compared against the torn puppet's leg on the ground.
It's exactly the same.
Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing stagnated, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Achen, Achen! It's really...Huh?! Wait..."
Before she finished her words, she suddenly felt that the puppet part in her hand, unexpectedly, began to tremble by herself...
The scared little guy subconsciously took off his hand and threw the part to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, I saw that the part actually started to move slowly by itself, until it moved to the part of the right leg of the mutilated puppet.
After that, the two only heard a very clear "click".
The puppets on the ground returned to their complete bodies.
And clicked, began to move the joints everywhere.
What's even more amazing is that when the puppet was moving and trying to get up, the silly girl standing behind it seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, making movements almost synchronized with the puppet.
For Xiang Xing, such a scene is extremely strange.
Even though she had bitten her lip and strengthened her guts, she still couldn't stand the shocking scene, she could only shiveringly hugged the waist of the man next to her.
Fortunately, the man hurriedly hugged her into his arms, lowered his voice, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay... She has no malice."
To be precise, not only is there no malice.
He even noticed a hint of gratitude.
Before long, the puppet finally got up from the ground and stood up straight.
After taking a deep glance at the two of those beautiful eyes painted with oil, the puppet suddenly turned around and turned towards the stupid girl who was already standing still.
Straightforwardly, step by step, slowly walked towards her.
And the silly girl also seemed to feel it, and when the puppet came, she slowly squatted down.
In the end, she embraced her in his arms.
At the same time, Xiang Xing and Wu Chen saw the girl and the puppet, and a faint green light flashed at the same time.
"Ah……"
A soft, bleak laugh came suddenly.
The girl slowly raised her face, her face and the bottom of her eyes were full of clarity.
She saw her red lips fluttering, and she sang a familiar ballad with her sluggish and moving voice.
——
Life丨Who does not cherish youth
The little sister is like a thread 丨 Lang is like a needle
Lang Ya wears together inseparable
...
——Or Zhou Xuan's "Singer of the End of the World"
(This song is not related to this story in reality, please don’t check in.)
...
After a song was sung, the clear and graceful tone still reverberated in this valley for a long time.
The foolish girl at this time, no, it should be said that it was real, complete Luo Qingya, slowly stood up.
After deeply forgetting the two of them again.
Suddenly leaned down and bowed deeply to the two of them.
"Thank you two for letting my soul return..."
"..."
Xiang Xing couldn't help but glanced at each other with Wu Chen.
Neither of them knew what to say.
But when Na Luo Qingya laughed lightly, she slowly raised her head.
Eyes flickered: "Two psychics, can you listen to my story?"
"...How do you know we are..."
Xiang Xing was startled and couldn't help but subconsciously cover his mouth and whisper.
Before she finished her words, she was gently pulled at her arm by the man beside her, signaling her to calm down.
On the other hand, he thought for a while and smiled lightly: "It's better to say that we are here to listen to your story."
"I see."
Na Luo Qingya seemed to have realized something, smiled softly, and gave a gift.
Finally, he said.
"I was a singer in the Baihuimen Ballroom in the Qinghe Concession. She was so ignorant that she had to hum a few small tunes to make the guests laugh and applaud, which was enough."
"After singing for about two or three years, until one day, Qinghe City came to a great warlord, Zhu Yuan, who had to relocate his base due to the severe war in the north and took root here."
At this point, Luo Qingya's face seemed to be filled with obsessiveness that was difficult to conceal.
"Speaking of Zhu Yuan, when I came to Qinghe City, I really lost the eyes of many girls."
"His lips are red and white, and his teeth are full and handsome. Between his gestures, he reveals the inherent dominance and fierceness of the army... such a man, even an ordinary woman like me, dare not think about it."
"But I never expected that when he came to our Parkway Gate Ballroom for the first time, he hit me at a glance...or rather, he hit my chorus."
With that, Luo Qingya paused suddenly, freed a hand, and rubbed her throat lightly.
After a while, he continued.
"From then on, as long as it's the day when I perform, this big warlord will be able to arrive on time, take down the last row of soft seats in the ballroom, and listen to my singing."
"Such days have been going on for a long time...until one day when I came home from get off work, he drove his big Buick with a bouquet of bright blood roses and came to me."
"That night, we talked for a long time, for a long time... and finally, we fell in love with each other and loved each other deeply."
"But I didn't know before long that he was a married man. His wife was the daughter of Mayor Peng's house in Qinghe City at that time, and our lady of Qinghe, Ms. Peng Wei."
"I also know that it is precisely because of his marriage with the Peng family that the army under his command can be stationed in our Qinghe City."
"Of course, in our age, men had wives and raised concubines outside. It can be seen everywhere, and it can even be used as a source of talk after dinner."
"But Zhu Yuan is very strange. He... never talks about being with me to the outside world, and he hasn't married me back to his commander's mansion for a long time to become his concubine."
"Instead, I kept telling me that Peng Wei would not allow it, and Peng Wei was not happy... Even though I had met Peng Wei at that time and had negotiated with her, I could respect each other and serve Zhu Yuan together."
"So, we stayed together for another two years. In order to love him wholeheartedly, I also decided not to smile at other men and retired."
"It's a pity that I didn't know at the time. Just when I was preparing for retiring, he was hiding from me and invited the young master of Murong's family who likes to paint to paint me portraits every night. "
"But this kind of portrait is depicted in the shape of a puppet."
At this point, the obsessive color on Luo Qingya's face gradually sank, changing into a full of coldness.
"I'm very unhappy about it, after all, doing this will always feel unlucky..."
"But Zhu Yuan said that the situation is severe right now, and he is likely to return to the battlefield to sprinkle his blood on this land that has given birth to us."