In the 1980s and 1990s, people like gypsies also appeared in various small towns in China.
There are two kinds of them, one is to go to a place, first meet the local leaders, after getting permission, find a vacant lot, set up a tent, and put up all kinds of sensational signs at the door - "Mother incest, give birth to a little girl with a human head and a snake body", "The wonders of the world Two-headed woman" and so on.
Then find some people shouting all over the street with loudspeakers.
Soon the news spread. For a ticket or two, the whole town lined up patiently, waiting to see the spectacle.
The person who came out after reading it was either excited, "I think it's true, you see her body still moving when she breathes!" Or a dismissive look, "How can there be such a thing!" Must be fake! It is estimated that mirror reflections and the like were used. “
The curiosity of the people in line is almost hooked to the throat.
When it was finally my turn to go in, I remembered only a dark tent with a large glass cabinet in the middle, surrounded by ropes. Inside was the head of a little girl, about seven or eight years old, whose neck was fastened to the four corners of a glass cabinet with a rope. Below is the body of a python with a pattern.
I don't remember the look anymore, and the expression is probably a little pitiful
When the people who saw her were almost gathered, a man loudly asked her to introduce herself and asked her where she came from, who her parents were, and how old she was. She whispered one by one.
Let her sing again. The song is "Only Mother is Good in the World".
After five minutes, the tour ended, and I went out through the other door and replaced the next wave of people to enter the tour.
I remember when she was singing, the tip of her tail flapped softly in the cupboard.
The other kind of scale is larger, a song and dance troupe, came several trucks, the car is surrounded by colorful signboards, after coming, first wrap down the local auditorium, cinema and the like, brush the posters on the street, and write about the amazing performances of a certain song and dance troupe in a few days to a few days.
After that, I drove out every day, driving around the streets with a loudspeaker, and the car was a beautiful woman who was quite cool and not bad-looking, smiling generously at everyone and twisting and turning to show herself.
Such a performance was never allowed to be seen. I've only heard that some of the shows are quite pornographic.
Later, my family moved to the side of the auditorium, and when another song and dance troupe came to perform, the poor sound insulation of the dilapidated auditorium made me listen to the whole performance.
It is probably similar to the unabridged version of the duo performance.
I don't know what the men sitting in the audience who have just begun to "reform and open up and change their minds" have.
I'm always curious about the cabaret troupes that perform everywhere, and the men and women in it are probably better at making an early Jia Zhangke movie.
Wandering, acting, wine, entanglement.
Sometimes during the day, the actors would also go out and shop and buy something in their normal clothes.
In the simple town, it is still eye-catching. Strange hairstyles, costumes, and heavy makeup.
The townspeople looked at them in amazement.
They sometimes look back, full of indifference.
I would not write a novel because of this experience, the first sentence of which would be", "Many years later, in the face of the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia will recall the distant afternoon when his father took him to see the ice." ”
But I do remember the excitement I had before I went to the show that day, but I tried to suppress the feeling of wanting to be indifferent. And all sorts of details. For example, that morning it was rare to be allowed to eat a bowl of small noodles for breakfast in a small noodle restaurant outside.
My brother sat across from me, next to my brother, next to my mom. My brother had already gone in to see it the day before, and at the dinner table he told the curious two of us what they had seen.
As I faced the girl, I subconsciously squeezed my mother's hand.
Also, the rope tied around her neck was an old, dirty red wide strip. My brother thinks it is precisely by virtue of it that they have succeeded in hiding the unnaturalness of the seam.
They are also wandering outsiders who bring wonders to the isolated town. It's like a gypsy. But they don't have the mystery, joy and charm that are common in film and television. And more like those traditional, wandering artists who go to the countryside and town, and perform bitterly.
The people of the cabaret group look happier, because they are young, glamorous, beautiful, with a bright outside world atmosphere. Their language has also become somewhat difficult to pronounce because they wander around. They imitate the people in Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas, saying in an exaggerated tone: "Sir", "Thank you".
They face the people here with a faint sense of pride and tiredness after walking through many places and seeing many similar landscapes. It was a sense of boredom and superiority that knew that this was just an insignificant stop on his journey, knowing that he would probably never come back after he left, and that he would not remember everything here to examine the streets and pedestrians.
These are people who are fixed in their own lives, who operate along a fixed track for their lives.
And they are outside of life. They are variations.
This is probably the eternal charm of wandering life.
Jump out of the fixed three meals a day, jump out of the wife and children hot kang head, jump out of the life that can be seen at a glance.
So what about after that?
You have to go back to this kind of life.
So is that kind of return a calm return after satisfaction, or is it a reluctant bondage?
I don't know a wandering man.
I also did not have the courage to wander, only the heart to envy wandering.