I'm not a theatre god

"Ayan..."

"Ayan!"

Waves of calls rang in Chen Ling's ears, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

A young man in cotton-padded clothes was standing beside the bed and patted his shoulder, "Ayan, wake up."

In Chen Ling's sleepy eyes, he saw another young "Chen Ling" putting neatly folded clothes beside his bed and saying,

"Brother has to go to the hospital in District 2 today. I've put your clothes here for you. There are steamed buns in the steamer. You can take care of yourself at home, you know? It's very cold outside today. We'll leave in a while. You can sleep a little longer. a while."

This is...himself?

No, this is the local "Chen Ling" before he traveled through time. Chen Ling instantly recognized the identity of the person in front of her.

"Brother, has your condition worsened again?" Chen Yan's worried voice sounded.

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment because the sound came from his throat.

etc……

As the tearing pain in his mind receded, Chen Ling's memory gradually recovered. He remembered what happened before he fell into coma, and an idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

I... am I taking over Chen Yan's memory?

The young man paused, smiled slightly, and touched Chen Yan's hair with his hand.

"No, just going to check again."

"Oh...when will you come back?"

"In the afternoon, come back for dinner."

"good."

After the explanation, the boy walked out of the room. Before closing the door, he saw two adults leaving beside him. The images on his back were his parents.

Chen Yan sat on the bed and watched the figures leave. When the door closed, he did not go back to sleep. Instead, he looked at the time and began to get dressed silently.

Chen Ling looked at everything in front of him and felt a little strange. It was the first time for him to watch memories from this perspective. It was like watching a movie. He could see the pictures and hear the sounds from "Chen Yan's" perspective, but there was no You can't take the initiative to observe your surroundings...

However, how could he suddenly enter Chen Yan's memories?

Is it the power of that mirror?

From his perspective, Chen Yan carefully finished getting dressed and then got out of bed to wash up.

It was around five o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark outside. The cold wind mixed with flying snow penetrated into the house through the gaps in the house, making a whining sound.

Chen Yan shivered, but did not get back into bed. Instead, he simply ate a steamed bun, ran back to the house quickly, took out a small box from inside, and opened it on the dining table...

Inside are makeup tools.

Chen Yan cleared his throat while tying up his hair.

"The ice wheel on the island is turning for the first time~ I see the Jade Rabbit, and the Jade Rabbit rises to the east early. When the ice wheel leaves the island, the universe is extremely bright, and the bright moon is in the sky. It is just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace, and the slave is like Chang'e leaving the moon palace. It is like Chang'e descending to the ninth level, clear and cold ~Falling in Guanghan Palace, ah, in Guanghan Palace.”

The melodious and clear singing sounded in the cold winter dawn, echoing in the deserted shabby houses and dim streets.

Chen Ling was stunned.

This libretto was the one he sang at Mojiao a few days ago, and he couldn't get a few notes right all afternoon. But now in Chen Yan's mouth, it sounded so natural and melodious, even better than what Mojiao had sung himself. A little more agile.

There is not a single mispronounced sound, and the rhythm and power of each word are just right. And this is just a casual song he sang while killing time while putting on makeup... But at this level, even if Chen Ling practices for another thirty years, he will still be able to sing it. May not be able to catch up.

"Is this talent..." Chen Ling sighed in her heart.

With heavy snow falling, Chen Yan sat alone in the room, facing the flowered brass mirror, carefully sketching the makeup on his face.

After about a few dozen minutes, a handsome young man left the table, put on the red opera robe in the room, and pushed out the door like a light red butterfly.

He walked through the deserted streets and walked towards the wilderness facing the looming fish belly white in the east. The flying snow brushed the hem of the young man's clothes, dyeing the scarlet opera robe with a touch of snow-white.

Chen Ling knew where he was going. In his memory, he would often accompany Chen Yan there to practice opera. Basically, no matter it was windy or rainy, he would never be absent.

Chen Yan stepped onto the uninhabited wilderness, took a deep breath, and began to walk in circles in the snow.

He stood up and stared, as if he was not in an uninhabited wilderness at this moment, but had stepped onto a stage full of spectators. After circling the edge of the stage, he returned to stand in the center.

He sang loudly:

"Seeing that the king is sleeping peacefully in the tent with his clothes on, I am going out of the tent to let go of my sorrow. I walk lightly to the front atrium, and slowly and slowly apply the criminal law to confirm the conviction..." (Note 1)

This is a one-man show without an audience or a partner, just like Chen Yan's life of drunken acting alone over the years.

Chen Ling followed Chen Yan's footsteps and danced in the snow. Vision, hearing, touch, and smell all overlapped with each other. His limbs seemed to be completely integrated with Chen Yan. As his lips opened and closed, he had already I can't tell whether the voice singing is mine or Chen Yan...

They seemed to be one.

The melodious drama gradually dissipated, and the man in red stood quietly in the snow, already covered with sweat... He breathed lightly, patted his little face that was flushed by the cold wind, and slowly Walk to the riverside.

The clear river water flowed silently in the ice and snow. The man in red came to the stone pier where people usually wash vegetables and stood in the middle of the entire river;

He squatted down gently, and the red opera robe spread like a drop of red ink on the surface of the river...

He looked at himself in the reflection and blinked slightly;

"Brother, have you learned it?"

Buzz——

There was a buzz in Chen Ling's mind, like waking up from a big dream. It was only at this moment that he came back to his senses from the "substitution" just now... He almost thought that he was "Chen Yan".

On the sparkling water, countless things like mirror fragments rolled around, and the reflection that originally belonged to him gradually replaced Chen Ling's appearance.

At this moment, Chen Ling's consciousness suddenly sank, as if she had fallen through the mirror-like water and returned to the reflection of "Chen Ling".

He looked at the reflection in the water, at Chen Yan, who was dressed in red, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time;

Did Chen Yan know that she was in his memory just now?

No, that's not right... This is simply a pure memory. Is this the fusion of his and Chen Yan's subconscious? In the deepest part of this body, does Chen Yan still exist? Is he helping himself? !

Chen Ling's mind was buzzing. He wanted to ask something, but for a moment he didn't know how to ask.

at the same time,

In the reflection, Chen Yan slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Chen Ling's cheek through the water... His eyes were full of nostalgia and tenderness:

"Brother...I miss you so much."