I'm not a theatre god

"Lao Liu, what did you see?" The master's voice sounded from the side.

"See... the face, and the label?"

"In my mind, that's not a label, it's an 'anchor' for the character."

The master spoke calmly, "Facial makeup is a condensation of a character. Even if everything else is ignored, as long as this face still exists, his emotions, anger, sadness, and spiritual thoughts will remain forever... just like a giant anchor on a ship. , nailing the character on the rough seas, no matter how the storyline is turbulent, the ship is always there, and he is always him.”

"Anchor point..." Chen Ling muttered to herself.

"Now you are also a boat. You are sailing on an unprecedented ocean of confusion, but your hull is extremely weak. As long as the confusion stirs up the wind and waves, it can smash you to pieces."

The master turned his head, stared at Chen Ling with his deep eyes, and said slowly:

“If you want to overcome confusion, you need to find an ‘anchor’.”

"You mean, I need a Facebook?"

"To be precise, you need a face that belongs to you, a face that belongs to 'Chen Ling'... Only in this way can you have a glimmer of hope when you feel confused about your own existence, and even your mind is swallowed up by confusion." Return to yourself."

The master's voice echoed in Chen Ling's ears, mysterious and mysterious. Chen Ling felt like she understood it, but she didn't seem to understand it.

"Then...what should I do specifically?" Chen Ling asked in confusion.

The master did not continue to explain, but asked:

"What do you think, if you had a face mask of your own, which industry would it belong to?"

Chen Ling's eyes swept over Sheng Dan Jingmo's four faces in turn, and she began to ponder.

Until now, he is probably most familiar with the "Dan" character. After all, this body should belong to Chen Yan... But if you think about it carefully, the existence of facial makeup is the embodiment of his personal will. In his self-perception , he is "Chen Ling" rather than "Chen Yan", so naturally he cannot measure himself by a simple "Dan" role... But the other [生][京][无][Chou] don't seem to be the same as him. Too many relationships...could it be a [raw] angle? That’s not right either…

Five masks flashed before Chen Ling's eyes. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head:

"I have no idea."

"This is normal." Master Youyou said,

"After all, people are not labeled 'characters' in stories, but extremely complex personality complexes. Every person has the shadow of [生], [Dan], [Jing], [Mo], and [Ugly], only However, the degree of manifestation is different.

The process of drawing one's own face is essentially the process of understanding oneself, dismantling one's past and present, turning them into lines and blocks of color, and concretely turning them into a unique face...

This process is called "painting beauty". "

When Chen Ling heard this, he roughly understood the meaning of the three words "painting Zhuyan", and also understood why the master said before that this secret method could help him break through his confusion. Although he couldn't remember what his confusion was, he had With Facebook as the "anchor", at least he won't get lost easily.

"Master, please teach me." Chen Ling said respectfully.

The master waved his hand, indicating that Ning Ruyu and others could come down, and said at the same time:

"Drawing a beautiful face is a long process, and the facial makeup that belongs to you will also change as your experience grows... What you have to do now is to draw the prototype of a facial makeup based on your current understanding of yourself."

"what should I do?"

"Get on the stage."

Chen Ling did not hesitate and walked straight onto the stage. At this time, Ning Ruyu and others had returned to the first row of the auditorium and sat down. Chen Ling was the only one left on the empty stage.

He stood on the stage and looked at the empty auditorium below. He unconsciously thought of the theater in his mind... Fortunately, the two are different. The most important thing is that there are no damn seats here. audience".

The master then stepped onto the stage, raised his hand, and a writing brush appeared out of thin air in his palm. The pen barrel was completely black, but uneven, as if it was polished from some ancient animal bone. The tip of the pen was like the first snow. I don't know if it was Which creature has fine hair.

With the appearance of this writing brush, an inexplicable feeling surged into Chen Ling's heart. The white streak on the tip of the brush seemed to have the power to purify everything. Just one look at it could make people unconsciously empty their minds...

The master stood in front of the stage curtain, facing Chen Ling on the stage, and spoke again:

"sit down."

Chen Ling turned her back to the audience and sat cross-legged.

"Next, the teacher will teach you a libretto.

After you memorize it, your teacher will use this pen to guide you into the state of 'no form and no self'... In that state, your consciousness will begin to 'pseudo-sleep', and only a trace of wisdom will remain. And Facebook will also be in an absolutely blank state. At that time, you will use the lyrics to awaken yourself little by little.

In this process, the experiences and emotions hidden in your past will turn into lines, outlining the rudiment of ‘beautiful face’. "

Chen Ling nodded heavily: "I understand."

"Okay, then listen carefully..."

The master's lips were slightly open, and an obscure and difficult-to-speak lyrics echoed in Chen Ling's ears. Not only was the singing and melody extremely difficult, but it also resonated with mental fluctuations. If Chen Ling hadn't had such solid singing skills now, she might not have been able to repeat it. .

Chen Ling frowned and listened carefully to the master's singing several times before writing it down.

"Remember it?"

"Um."

"Sing it once and let me listen."

Chen Ling immediately opened her mouth and sang the lyrics again. There were no mistakes in the rhythm or words. She basically copied the master's singing style completely. The four brothers in the audience clicked their tongues, seeming to express their appreciation for Chen Ling's talent. The monster.

After hearing this, the master had a look of satisfaction on his face, and he nodded slightly:

"Very well, then...it depends on you."

Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes, like a sculpture in red with its back to the stage.

The master stood in front of him, but the young man's face was calm and profound beyond his years. He slowly raised the black and white hair brush and tapped it lightly between Chen Ling's eyebrows...

The next moment, Chen Ling felt a chill coming from the center of her eyebrows, and then her head seemed to be hit hard, and her consciousness dropped rapidly like jumping off a cliff!

There was darkness before his eyes.

On the stage at this moment, a touch of white spread rapidly on Chen Ling's face, instantly covering his original facial features and skin, as if he was wearing a pure white mask... clean, pure, and full of infinite possibilities.