The Rise of Angels in the Hero Company

Chapter 18 The old man and the puppet

The two of them had their own thoughts and remained silent. Putting his hands behind his head, he leaned against the wall and looked at the stars in the night sky. "Lingxi, I am also in the Angel Star now. How are you doing in the Angel Nebula in that world? Are you okay?"

After a while, Qin Wuyou took out his phone and looked at Ling Xi's smile on the phone. Asked Kesha: "You don't mind if I play a song."

"Yeah." Kesha didn't understand why Qin Wuyou suddenly wanted to sing, but she didn't refuse.

"

Who is mocking for showing off one's own merit?

How to match if you have no heart

Ringtone is crisp

Dim light between the curtains

You and I are a perfect match

It’s the original sin without you

It's better to have no heart

It was you who kissed the pen and ink
  Dyeing the corners of my eyes with tears
  Acting on separation and reunion, for whom are there joys and sorrows?

They misunderstood in a roundabout way
  I am only controlled by you

I wonder what is more perfect in the world
  "

A song is finished.

"It sounds very nice. It's a style I've never heard before. This song is very sad. Can you tell me what story it's about?" Kesha said.

Qin Wuyou nodded, then played the video in a loop and began to talk.

"Legend has it that in my hometown, it was already winter in the ancient northern mountains in October, and a scholar was rushing on the road.

Soon after entering the mountain, the sky turned gloomy, and before we had gone far, it started to snow heavily. Fortunately, the road is boundless, and there is still a ruined temple that can barely block the wind and snow. The scholar also met an old man and his puppet here.

It was a very strange and indescribable feeling.

The old man had gray hair, his clothes were in tatters, and he had nothing of value on him. However, the puppet he held in his hand was lifelike, like a living female concubine, especially the tear mole under the corner of his eye, which was really endearing.

It was fate that we met, and it happened that it was snowing late at night and there was nothing to do. So the scholar and the old man simply sat in front of the fire together, warming themselves up and chatting. Who would have thought that as soon as the words were opened, they would not close anymore. After listening to his ramble for more than half an hour, I finally knew everything about the past.

The old man said that he was very playful when he was a child. As soon as he heard the ringing of the silk bell, he would know that the busker playing the silk puppet was coming. The stage was performing a string drama of joys and sorrows, but he didn't know what was going on behind the stage. At that time, I was fascinated.

So, when I was happy, I just started to learn puppetry. He was beaten and scolded at home, but seeing that he couldn't be stopped, he had no choice but to let him go. That's how I got into the industry, and this performance lasted a lifetime.

I have wandered through countless mountains and rivers, and passed through countless alleys. Apart from the carefree and unrestrained energy I had when I was young, I have nothing now. He has no home, no companion, and nothing left except the puppet in his arms who has been with him all his life.

The old man cried before he finished speaking. While crying, he wiped his face with his patched sleeves, but he couldn't wipe them clean no matter how hard he wiped them. I didn’t know what to say, so I coaxed him to show off his skills. I didn’t expect that this trick would work so well. The old man blew his nose and stopped crying. He really put on a show for the scholar.

Actually, I don’t quite understand the mixture of joy and sorrow in the play, but the puppets dancing to the panther music are shockingly beautiful. Even though they knew it was just a silk thread, the gestures seemed alive and made people want to hold hands with each other.

After the song ended, the scholar couldn't help but said to the old man, "You are worthy of having performed in the string opera all your life." Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the old man just hugged the puppet and smiled, and his face suddenly changed after laughing.

"My whole life! I have done this one thing my whole life, and I have wasted my whole life like this!"

"Who's to blame? It's not this!" The old man stared at the puppet in his arms for a long time, and then said, "It's snowing heavily, but I can't even buy cotton clothes. I can hardly survive this winter. What else do you want? Why not make firewood and burn it to warm yourself up!"

Before the scholar could recover, the old man raised his hand and the puppet was thrown into the fire. There was nothing that could be done to stop him. All the scholar could think of was "What a pity!"

The scene that happened next was something I will never forget in my life.

The firelight passed over the puppet's gorgeous singing shirt with dancing sleeves, and burned the delicate bones carved from basswood, making a beeping and popping sound. At that moment, the puppet slowly stood up, bowed sadly to the old man, and knelt down to say goodbye. His expression was as if it were a living person, smiling and drowning in the fire.

The fire burned extraordinarily long that night and was extraordinarily warm. There was obviously not much firewood, but the fire gradually cooled down until daylight came out.

The old man suddenly came to his senses, covered his face with the burned ashes and cried loudly, "It is indeed warm, but now I am really the only one left."

In the early morning of that day, the sun poured down on the old man who was crying loudly. His hair had turned as white as snow on the ground. The beautiful doll stood silently behind the old man, with reluctance in his eyes. Suddenly, she seemed to feel the scholar's gaze, looked back and opened her mouth slightly and said
  "Actually, I don't want to leave him, but I'm just a puppet..."

Kesha's eyes were filled with tears after listening to Qin Wuyou's story. "What a sad story. After a lifetime, the old man fell in love with just a puppet. It is most tragic to place your love on things and not get love."

"Oh, yes. It's a very sad story." Qin Wuyou agreed.

"Are you missing someone?" Kesha asked when she saw Qin Wuyou's longing expression.

Qin Wuyou sighed, "Yes, I miss her very much. I wonder if she is doing well now, or if she is also missing me."

Hearing Qin Wuyou's words, Kesha's eyes dimmed, "Then why don't you go back and see her?"

Qin Wuyou shook his head and said with a somewhat lonely expression, "She has her own things to do, and I don't want to force her to stay. And even if I want to go back now, I can't go back now."

"Why?" Kesha couldn't figure out why she didn't go back and take a look since she missed him so much. Qin Wuyou was so strong and nothing happened, so where could he go in the universe?
  "What separates the old man and the puppet is life, and what separates me and her is time. Both are equally out of reach and cannot be changed by human power." Qin Wuyou stared closely at the bonfire in front of him and said in a low tone.

Qin Wuyou and Kesha just sat in front of the fire and chatted all night.

In the early morning, Kesha was no longer so restrained in front of Qin Wuyou, talking and laughing with Qin Wuyou.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta" several footsteps came from the dark woods not far away.

Kesha summoned a long sword and entered a defensive state. At this time, Ruoning also happened to come out of the house. Seeing Kesha holding a sword and staring at the woods with a wary face, he hurriedly ran to her side. He took out his sword and looked around cautiously.

"Kesha, could it be Hua Ye's people who are chasing us?"

"I don't know yet, it should be." Kesha shook her head, but kept staring at the source of the sound.

Qin Wuyou looked at the woods not far away with a puzzled expression. Hua Ye? He really wasn't afraid of death. He had just severely injured him, and now he still dared to send people to trouble him.

But there are some people who don't look like Hua Ye. Hua Ye has always been arrogant and aloof at all times. If it were his people, there should be very neat footsteps. Listening to these footsteps I'm a little panicked, I feel like I'm being chased.

"Sister!" A clear voice sounded, and several female angels appeared and ran towards Kesha. Surrounding Kesha and protecting her inside, a figure that looked different from Kesha threw herself into Kesha's arms. Looking at this familiar and beautiful figure, combined with her name for Kesha, Qin Wuyou knew that this must be Liang Bing, the future King of Apocalypse and Demon Queen Morgana.

The new female angels had blood stains all over their clothes. They didn't know whether it belonged to the enemy or their own. At this time, several female angels also saw Qin Wuyou behind Kesha. They drew their swords and pointed at Qin Wuyou, looking at him warily.

"Who are you? Did you kidnap my sister?" Liang Bing pointed his sword at Qin Wuyou and said with a sinister expression.

He really does it casually. He doesn't care about anything and just points at others when he comes up. Aren't you afraid of any misunderstanding? No wonder she will become the future Demon Queen Morgana.

Kesha pressed Liang Bing's sword hand down, "Liang Bing, don't be impulsive. He is my friend. He saved me from Hua Ye." After telling Liang Bing about the situation of the past few days, These new female angels relaxed their vigilance a little. But they still instinctively stay away from Qin Wuyou. Now they have no good impressions of any man.

Looking at Liang Bing covered in blood, Kesha asked, "Liang Bing, why are you here? You're covered in blood."

Liang Bing explained, "It's okay, sister, this is the blood of those male angels. I heard the news that you were caught by Hua Ye, so I brought my sisters to find you. As a result, I met a group of male angels. They wanted to catch us when they met, but we broke out, and luckily we met you here too."

At this time, a female angel stepped forward and suggested: "Sister Liang Bing, let's leave with Sister Kesha first. It is estimated that the group of male angels will catch up soon."

"Yes, we have to leave quickly." Hearing the words of the female angel, he realized that this was not a place to stay for a long time. Liang Bing took Kesha and was about to leave.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave," Qin Wuyou said.

"You want to stop us?" Liang Bing pointed his sword at Qin Wuyou again.

"Idiot, see for yourself what that is." Qin Wuyou rolled his eyes and pointed to the woods not far away.

Liang Bing looked in the direction he pointed and saw a dozen male angels walking out of the woods. The leading second-generation angel crossed his arms and said contemptuously: "Liang Bing, you can't escape, so you should go back with us. You are the woman that King Hua Ye likes. If I catch you, King Hua Ye might even give me a There’s a generous reward. Oh? And Kesha, I just happened to catch him too.”

Liang Bing said disdainfully, "Bah! He's worthy of that old man Hua Ye!"

Several female angels stepped forward to block Liang Bing and Kesha behind them, making fighting postures.

"Come on, catch Liang Bing and Kesha!" The leading angel gave an order directly to the angel behind him.

A dozen male angels immediately rushed forward to fight with the female angels. The only two female angels who did not move were Liang Bing and Kesha and the second-generation angel who took the lead.

There are much more male angels than these female angels, most of them are two against one, and some are even three against one. Although these male angels and female angels are all angels of the same generation. However, the equipment and combat experience of female angels are not as good as those of male angels. It is difficult to win even one, let alone several. Female angels soon fall into a disadvantage.

(End of this chapter)