Yi Wan once watched a puppet show with Gu Ruochao.

The puppet show takes place in an ancient temple. It is a lively traditional cultural festival and a certain ceremony that attracts visitors. It is the twelfth lunar month, covered in silver, and only the stage is bustling under the night. The carefully carved puppets wear floral clothes made of cloth.

, The noise and laughter are hidden behind the clouds and fog at night.

The heads in the darkness blocked the view, and the two teenagers were sitting on a tall boulder, with a cliff behind them.

Gu Ruochao chose Li - he didn't like to squeeze into the crowd, and he liked a high place. Yi Wan didn't know whether he wanted to overlook the overall situation, or just liked excitement. He guessed that it was like the air wall in the game - the world could be

The limit of exploration lies here. A wall of air means it's impossible, as does a boulder just a foot away from the abyss.

The boundary of the game is the air wall, and the cliff is the air wall of the world - falling off the cliff means death. At the end of the script, no protagonist can exit.

The puppets were babbling and singing on the stage. Yi Wan watched their every move carefully. Compared with Gu Ruochao who was bored and scrolling through a domestic slide phone, he was always very serious.

Try to figure out the plot, study the characters, and become a boring audience.

"...Have you seen the training plan of XX College of P University?" Gu Ruochao said in Yi Wan's ear.

The audience let out an "Oh!" as they saw the Lord looking for the jade pendant that belonged to his childhood enemy.

"...Do you know who the prototype of "The Wolf of Wall Street" is? Do you know what he should do to escape legal sanctions?" Gu Ruochao said loudly not long after.

The audience let out an "ah-oh" sound, as they saw the male protagonist discovering his true identity.

"...Do you know if I fall from it, I might get a martial arts secret book?" Gu Ruochao pressed his hands on the boulder, then stretched his body and said, "It's written in novels, like this -"

"I only know who the murderer was who killed the Lord's father in the secret room, what methods he used, and whether it was as I speculated."

Yi Wan's voice was dry, with the coldness of spring. Gu Ruochao sat up straight and was out of danger of falling. He said, "Are you actually watching the show seriously?"

"..." "What else" was written on Yi Wan's face.

"Otherwise, you can take pictures like everyone else." Gu Ruochao pointed to the family next to him and said, "Then post it on WeChat Moments to show that you have caught up in a great fun."

"..."

Yi Wan ignored him. The two teenagers sat on the boulder and continued to watch the puppet show. Gu Ruochao held his chin and watched quietly. After two minutes, he said to Yi Wan: "You will like what I say about the puppet show more."

?"

Yi Wan looked at him again.

"You should stop watching the drama and solving the mystery. Why don't you chat with me." He said with a smile.

Yi Wan: "I don't believe it."

"The performance was performed by two little ones. I saw their performance plan from my cousin. The price of one small piece was 15,000 yuan. The budget of the temple was only 30,000 yuan. It is now 7:53 pm, and they still have seven minutes.

End the plot."

As he spoke, he smiled playfully with white teeth at the corner of Yi Wan's slightly displeased mouth: "Of course, they can take another five minutes for the curtain call."

Yi Wan said: "I read online that the drama is two and a half hours long."

Gu Ruochao said: "But they only paid two small sums."

"Don't talk to me for seven minutes." Yi Wan said.

Gu Ruochao accepted his friend's displeasure.

They sat there. Seven minutes later, the puppet show ended, ending with the male protagonist accidentally killing the protagonist. A reverberation ended the life of the pied puppet. His life experience and ambition were buried in the applause of the audience. The lights disappeared,

It's just a fine piece of wood.

"I told you before that I wouldn't reveal the secret." Gu Ruochao said.

"That's it...?" Yi Wan said.

But why?

The story was not finished, the conspiracy was not revealed, and the protagonist's life-long dreams and goals were destroyed in the poignant love. Yi Wan didn't understand why the audience cried with satisfaction.

"For the puppets, the puppeteer who masters the silk thread is the master." Gu Ruochao looked at his frown and said with a chuckle, "The master gives in to them, and they just let it go. It's that simple."

Yi Wan: "..."

"But who is the real murderer?" he said.

"The murderer is not important. What is important is that the audience cried and they were very satisfied. The ending also promoted people asking for a fortune, getting blessed with beautiful love, and carving a promise on the Sansheng Stone. There was a queue of more than a hundred people asking for a fortune.

So the temple was very satisfied."

"..."

"Puppet masters are very powerful, aren't they? Whether it's a real puppet master or a 'puppet master'." Gu Ruochao said with a smile, "He 'manipulated' the puppets and 'manipulated' the people watching."

The emotions of the audience. Yi Wan, stop watching puppet shows and watch them with me——"

"What kind of elites is this training program cultivating? Should I choose to make me cooler?"

He smiled with white teeth, and his eyes were like snakes in the dark night. He opened his hands, and behind him was the glorious wind that bowed for him.

Then……

Gu Ruochao:......

Where is Yi Wan?

While Gu Ruochao was showing off, Yi Wan had already awkwardly blended into the night - he climbed down from the boulder, wore an unbranded down jacket, and ran to the exit backstage like a goral flying across the stage.

There is a god behind him, and that god is the puppet master. The puppet master has absolute control and freedom on the stage, deciding another story in the sky. The puppet master will tell him the reasons for all the joys and sorrows, and will tell him the ending.

The reasons - of course, were far from his deep reasons. Yi Wan knew that he was looking for an answer, but even the question was unclear to him.

Maybe the puppet master will know - of course he will know the reason for his creation - Yi Wan said.

The curtain of night was blown away by the bright sunshine, and along with it were the memories - Yi Wan looked up and saw the sapphire sky.

There were no silk threads in the sky, only the azure blue written for the reunion of the two. He crossed the gurgling stream, and under the Sansheng tree not far away, Bai Yueguang stood on tiptoe and carefully wrote a piece of red silk with his wishes written on it.

Throw the strips on the treetops.

The higher the red silk strip is thrown, the more likely it is that the wish will be realized. Huigong approached Yi Wan's ear and asked, "What do you think he will throw?"

Yi Wan glanced at him.

"It depends on whose studio you are on." Hai Gong said with a smile, "If it is on your little agent's studio..."

Xiong Xiaohua sat next to Hong Lei, thinking about Yi Wan, chatting with Hong Lei at random: "Sister Hong Lei, your performance in "Latent"..."

Hong Lei:??

Xiong Xiaohua: "...It's okay, it's okay."

Xiong Xiaohua was a little embarrassed and pretended to look at the scenery under Hong Lei's murderous eyes. However, the mobile phone in her arms vibrated very urgently.

It is the mobile phone that Xiong Xiaohua carries with her body. After Jiang Bei's accident, Xiong Xiaohua gave up using her personal mobile phone to brush the lofter's CP and only used it for emergency contact. However, despite this, she still carefully wrapped the mobile phone with a sparkling inlay.

Crystal mobile phone case.

Xiong Xiaohua is just that kind of person. She comes from a wealthy family and is beautiful. A child who grew up in honey has never had to suffer hardships. She entered the entertainment industry just because she was chasing stars. Even if she has conspiracies, she seems far away.

I don’t have any memories of hardship, except that I often had a good impression of gays at first sight - in a world full of greasy men, gays who love cleanliness and politeness have always suffered.

It took me 0.5 seconds to see the content of the text message, and I carefully thought that I should not have evaded 300 million in taxes...

Liu Chen?

Then his face changed slightly, he straightened his back, pretended to blow the wind, and passed by Yi Wan and Huigong two people next to him...

"I want to get rich and marry into a wealthy family." I heard Yi Wan's clear voice.

Xiong Xiaohua:......

"Is Yi Wan okay?" Liu Chen anxiously sent a message.

Xiong Xiaohua:......

"Fortunately, I still have a dream." Xiong Xiaohua replied.

Liu Chen:?

"That's right." Xiong Xiaohua replied hastily, "And the Gray Palace..."

——Is it really Xie Ziyu?

After typing these three words, Xiong Xiaohua was in a daze for a moment - it's very strange. Logically speaking, she shouldn't know Xie Ziyu. The line that develops from the past to the present is just like...

How come Liu Chen has a mobile phone number?

…

"That was a plot with your little agent as the protagonist on the set, but it was too much - the red silk strips fell, Chu Shang saw it, and found that Bai Yueguang had no self in his heart." Hui Gong shook his head, "It's too old-fashioned."

"What?"

Gray Palace smiled enigmatically.

"I arranged for someone to tell Zhang Jianhua that there is still a possibility for them to get back together."

Zhang Jianhua is the living being in the black dot in the distance, and his destiny is the breeze blowing the treetops. The bright red silk strips fell from the treetops and fell into the hands of Chu Shang who had not finished writing the words.

"Ah You……"
To be continued...