I was in the toilet of a small hotel, looking at my face in the mirror.
For a long, long time, I didn't have any thoughts, I just looked at the person in the mirror.
That person is familiar, but he is not me.
This feeling is very strange, mixed with a sense of "escape" and "fear".
I seem to have "escaped" my destiny as Wu Xie with this face, but entered a "life" that is even more impossible to control. This uncontrollable is real and includes countless possibilities. I can hardly predict what my life will be like from now on.
At the beginning, even if I didn't face the mirror, I would tremble slightly. It’s much better now, many things, you will feel unacceptable at first, but once you accept it, that’s all.
Before I gave up, I never thought that the so-called "mask" could do this kind of supernatural work. Even if I stick to the mirror, I can see that the pores of the mask are almost the same as my original skin. It just feels rough. A little bit. When I saw the stuffy oil bottle before, I thought it was just a kind of sophisticated side-by-side approach. Now I really admire it. This kind of craft is definitely not something that can be developed overnight.
My hair was dyed to a grayish color. Sanshu’s white spots were the traces of his pain that settled down after years of pain, but my white spots only took a few hours and looked no different. In this way, I felt like three. How unworthy the uncle's pain is.
The girl said that this mask can be used for four weeks without any maintenance, but during this period, even if I want to tear it, I can't tear it off. Chinese disfigurement is actually a very mature makeup technique, which is very similar to the current plasticized makeup, but because of the different purpose, the cost of the mask is much higher than that of the plasticized makeup, and it is impossible to use a large amount in reality. Promotion-only those who really master the technology, or those who have a very important purpose, will use it.
The hardest job is to be the face of a person in reality, not to become a stranger, but to become a familiar person. This requires the person wearing the mask to achieve a high degree of similarity.
"I just gave you a piece of skin. In addition to wearing this mask on your face, you also need to wear it on your heart." When she was leaving, she looked at me lightly and said something like this.
Wear it to my heart
I looked at the "third uncle" in the mirror, touched my heart, and wondered if Xie Lianhuan had been taught this way when she put on the mask of the third uncle. But for so many years, he really wears it, and the mask on his face can be torn off and put on his heart, what will happen
I checked my watch, the time was up, I washed my face with water and wiped it dry with a towel. The mask did not melt off. It seemed that the last step was also successful, so I sighed.
Back in the bedroom and lying on the narrow single bed, I began to wonder what should I do in the future? Everything in the future, including the way I speak, will be blank, and I have to think about everything.
The first thought that came up was to get naked and go for a run outside. Anyway, it’s not my own face. I can do countless things that I didn’t dare to do before for fear of losing face. some type of. But immediately got rid of this idea.
My purpose of putting on the mask is to reintegrate all Sanshu's handicap and put forward all the resources that can be put forward to rescue them. This is my only purpose, but the first thing I have to do is not to be seen through.
My voice can't be disguised. This requires special training, and it is impossible for me to kill them myself, laughing and cursing to get them all done. I'm not the actor, with my aura, I will definitely be seen in a few minutes.
This matter can only be outsmart, not invincible, and it has to be cheap. The best situation is that I don't have to confront them head-on, I just need to show them from a distance, and then use a spokesperson.
Taking a deep breath, I knew that I had to get Pan Zi's help. Only he was familiar with San Shu and San Shu's personality, but I really didn't want to drag Pan Zi into the water.
He should come out, at least linger at the exit, and shouldn't go back anymore.
But besides Pan Zi, who else can help me? I think about it, but I can't think of anyone. Only then did I realize that without the third uncle, I really have nothing in this circle. I took out my phone, looked at each name one by one, and found that everything was different in just a few years.
Finally, I dialed to Pan Zi's column. I closed my eyes, said "I'm sorry", and dialed his number.
Pan Zi shouldn't come back yet, otherwise he would definitely call me. It was evening outside. I don't know how he was teased again today, or what his expression would look like when he saw me. I don't know why, I think it's fun, but at the same time, I feel that there is an irresistible depression.
I didn't tell him anything specific on the phone. I only said that I thought of a way. His voice was still very calm, but he was very tired, so we made an appointment to meet.
I stood up and got up, took out a set of clothes from the closet, which was given to me by the girl, and it was the kind of antique coat that my third uncle liked to wear. I took off my T-shirt and put on that suit. My heart said Xiaohua's service was really attentive and very fit.
Thinking I sent him a text message: "Thank you." But there was no reply.
The moment I walked out of the door, I deliberately stood up and reminded myself that after I got out of the door, I was another person. However, I soon discovered that I didn't need to deliberately walk on the road. My pace changed. When I passed the lobby, I took a look at the mirror and found that there was an abnormal coldness in my eyes.