All living beings in hell

Chapter 40 - The Harlequin Jiang Wanqing

The actor's singing continued to come from the door, it was supposed to be a joyous tune, but now it was a bit sad.

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed customer No.30.

"My lord, you are in a good mood today," a neutral voice came from the door, "but I have been waiting for a while."

"Well, please come in."

Familiar human footsteps came from the door, left and right, and the footsteps alone made me a little happy.

The guest walked up to me unhurriedly.

He has a clown's face painted on his face, is wearing a Qing Dynasty braid, and is wearing a clown gown.The mask seemed to have merged with his face. For a moment, it was unclear whether the mask was painted on or if he just looked like this.

"My lord, let's cut to the chase. Our family name is Jiang, and our name is Wanqing. We are a joker, and we are good at singing buffoons."

Jiang Wanqing folded his sleeves and put them on the table.

I wrote the words "Jiang Wanqing" on the rice paper: "Well, Jiang Wanqing, may I ask why you are looking for me today?"

"We didn't know until we came to the underworld. There are no operas in the underworld! This makes our family very depressed! No one goes to the theater, no one sings the opera, how can you talk about this world!"

After Jiang Wanqing finished speaking, he shook his head, and I seemed to hear the sound of gongs beating together in my ears.

"So why are you looking for me today?" I was still a little confused.

"Just think about it, my lord, write a play, let me act it, and let the guys in this hell have fun!"

Looking at the face of the clown in front of me, I felt a little interesting: "If you were to write it, what would you write?"

"Of course it's writing about human affairs! Tell me, there are so many ghosts in hell, they still have some memories of the human world, and I miss them very much. Just write a few stories about love and hatred in the world, separation and separation, yo , I guarantee that your book will definitely sell well!"

"Hell doesn't need to sell books."

"You're so rigid. I'm giving you an analogy! When you talk about your writing, you're just asking for an audience to cheer you on. You need an audience, and I also need an audience. This! It's a perfect match!"

"Jiang Wanqing," I stood up and poured him a cup of tea, "Maybe there are also jobs that record the stories of the world and bring them back to entertain the beings in hell, but this is not my job. My job is to record your stories. The story, brought back to the world. Your direction is wrong."

"Writing and writing all have the same meaning!"

Jiang Wanqing was relentless, he was trying to convince me.

"There are so many characters in Peking Opera, why do you only play the buffoon?"

"Because I'm good at acting! I don't have the support of the audience when I play other roles, but as long as I play a buffoon, yo, the limelight can overwhelm the limelight of Wusheng and Huadan!" Jiang Wanqing shook his head again, The gong sound of "clang clang" came again.

"Well, so we are all willing to do what we are good at. Writing is the same thing. Instead of letting me write it, why don't you write it yourself?"

"I only sing opera, so I know how to write!"

"You have sung so many plays, and you have read a lot of books. Since you have this idea, you can write and read it yourself."

Jiang Wanqing waved his hands at me again and again: "My lord, you have to write, I heard other ghosts say that you are eloquent, and so am I. I dug a hole and jumped into it myself!"

I smiled: "Why don't you go back to the human world? You can continue to sing operas when you return to the human world."

Jiang Wanqing's face suddenly changed: "Human world! I dare not go back to the human world! That place is too scary, I might as well stay in hell!"

"Oh? What happened?"

"I used to be a character, but when the limelight changed, I'm nothing! Alas, my lord, I think you are young and have never experienced that era. If it was in that era, people like you, don't Speaking of being an official in hell, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few days in the world, and I can play to the death of those little bastards!"

"Jiang Wanqing, how did you come to this hell?"

Jiang Wanqing lowered his head, and the buffoon's face made him look even more sad: "My lord, I killed people. Not only did I kill... I did all the bad things I should have done..."

"Why do those things?"

"I don't have a choice, my lord. Those animals that didn't even grow their fur burned all our businesses, and even burned the books handed down by our ancestors. My junior sister...my fellow junior sister...I watched helplessly Looking at her pretty face, it was scratched by the sharp knives of those little bastards. They did it on purpose! They did it on purpose! It was one knife, another knife, and another knife on her face..." Jiang Wanqing Looking up to read, there is an extremely angry face behind the face, "So I killed those bastards! One knife, one knife, and another knife. Hahahaha, are you funny, my lord? We clowns just want to make the audience laugh It’s only when you laugh out loud that you’re worthy of this role. Those kids watched me stick a knife into their companion’s neck, tell me, why don’t they laugh?”

"What happened next?"

"After committing such a serious crime, there is no hope of living. Since there is no way to live, it is better to rob, smash, rape and kill. I have done all the bad things. I am so happy that I will not be in vain. After finishing, the cliff Leaping from side to side, empty-handed, how come we go!"

"Then you came to this hell?"

"When I woke up, I was already here."

"Do you regret what you did during your lifetime?"

"Regret? Hey," Jiang Wanqing sighed, "Think about it now, anyway, you are going to die anyway, so you don't have to do it so badly. But at that time, you lost your mind and went crazy. I can't see Master being kicked to the ground, junior sister Being ruined alive. In that era, there is no normal person! Everyone is crazy, all of them are crazy, just to see who is more beautiful than who in slogans, and who is crazier than who! Hey! That horrible era!"

"If you return to the world now, you don't have to go back to that era."

"Come on, my lord, this matter, who can say for sure! Let me rest my old bones. It's good to be in this hell, it's boring, but it's better than the things I experienced in the world. Boy, it's so much better."

"Well, then I respect your choice."

Jiang Wanqing thumped his legs, stood up, and blinked his eyes behind the facial makeup: "The matter of old rotten millet has been sorted out, and I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"You can write this matter into a book and act it out."

"It's such a shit! Who would be happy to see it!"

"Ghosts who have a similar experience to yours, and ghosts who want to know about it, may find resonance and comfort in your story."

Jiang Wanqing was silent for a while: "Okay, let's see. How to do this."

"It's getting late today," I said.

"I'm tired too. Telling stories is really hard work." Jiang Wanqing smiled.

"Good luck if you decide to write," I said.

"Try it, let's try it first," Jiang Wanqing walked to the door, turned his head and asked me, "What if I don't know how to write in the middle of writing?"

"There should be a lot of ghosts who can write in this hell. As far as I know, many writers stay in this hell after they die. If you want to ask for opinions, there should be no problem."

"Alright, that's it!" Jiang Wanqing rolled up his wide sleeves and waved at me, "Let's go now!"

"No more, goodbye."

"See you!"

(End of this chapter)