Daomu Biji

I was in the toilet of the small hotel, looking at the face in the mirror.

For a long, long time, I had no idea, I just looked at the person in the mirror.

That person is familiar, but he is not me.

This feeling is very wonderful, mixed with a sense of "escape" and "fear".

I seem to use this face to "escape" the fate of Wu Xie, but enter a "life" that is more impossible to control.This uncontrollability is truly uncontrollable and includes countless possibilities.I can hardly predict what my life will be like.

At the beginning, even if I didn't face the mirror, I would tremble slightly.It's much better now, a lot of things, at first you will feel unacceptable, but once you accept it, it's just the same thing.

Before I went to practice, I never thought that the so-called "mask" can do this kind of tricky work. Even if it is attached to a mirror, I can see that the pores of the mask are almost the same as my original skin, but it feels rough A little bit.When I saw the dull oil bottle before, I thought it was a kind of deep side door. Now I really admire it. This kind of craftsmanship can definitely not be developed overnight.

His hair was dyed with a white color. The uncle's white color was a trace of how many years of pain he had settled, but my white color, which only took a few hours, looked indistinguishable. 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, it will not tear off.China's cosmetic surgery is actually a very mature makeup technique, which is very similar to plastic makeup, but because of different purposes, the cost of the mask is much higher than that of plastic makeup. It is impossible to make a lot in reality. Promotion-only those who really master the technology, or have a very important purpose, will use it.

The hardest job is to be the face of a person who exists in reality, not to become a stranger, but to become a familiar person.This requires the person wearing the mask to achieve a highly similar look.

"I just give you a piece of skin. In addition to wearing this mask on your face, you also need to put it on your heart yourself." When she left, she looked at me lightly and said such a sentence.

Put it on my heart?

I looked at the "three uncles" in the mirror and touched my heart, thinking about whether Jielian had put on the mask of the third uncle when he was taught that way.But over the years, he really put it on. What would happen if the mask on his face could be torn off and on his heart?

I looked at my watch and it was time to wash my face with water and dry it with a towel. The mask did not melt away. It seemed that the last step was successful, and I sighed.

Back in the bedroom and lying on the narrow single bed, I started to wonder what should I do in the future?Everything in the future, including the way I speak, is blank, and I have to think about everything.

One of the earliest ideas that came up was that I wanted to take off my hair and go for a lap outside. It was n’t my own face anyway. I could do countless things I did n’t dare to lose face, such as breaking into a female toilet and having a spittoon some type of.But immediately got rid of this idea.

The purpose of putting on my mask is to reintegrate all the markets of the third uncle, and put forward all the resources that can be put forward to rescue them.This is my only purpose, but the first thing I do is not to be seen.

My voice can't be disguised. This requires special training. I can't possibly kill myself among them. I laughed and scolded them to get them all done.I am not a film emperor. With this kind of aura, I will definitely be seen in a few minutes.

This matter can only be outsmarted, not invincible.At best, I do n’t have to confront them head-on, I just need to give them a glance at a distance, and then use a spokesperson.

Taking a deep breath, I knew I had to get Pan Zi's help. Only he was familiar with the nature of the third uncle and the people below, but I really didn't want to drag Pan Zi into the water again.

He should come out, at least he should be hovering at the exit, and should not go back.

But besides Pan Zi, who else can help me?I think about it, I can't think of anyone.I just realized that without the third uncle, I really have nothing in this circle.I took out my mobile phone and looked down the names one by one, and found that in just a few years, everything was different.

In the end, I still dialed Pan Zi's column. I closed my eyes and said "I'm sorry", and dialed his number.

Pan Zi should not have returned yet, otherwise he would definitely call me, it was evening outside, I do n’t know how he was being teased today, nor what expression he would look at when I saw me.I do n’t know why, I think it ’s fun, but at the same time, I feel there is an irresistible low.

I didn't tell him specific things on the phone, only that I thought of a way, his voice was still calm, but with extremely tired, we had an appointment to meet.

I turned to get up and took out a set of clothes from the closet. That was given to me by the girl. It was the kind of old-fashioned coat that the uncle liked to wear.I took off my T-shirt and put on that suit. I said that Xiaohua's service was really attentive and very fitting.

Thinking I sent him a text message: "Thank you." But there was no response.

The moment I walked out of the door, I intentionally raised my waist and reminded myself that after leaving this door, I was another person.However, I soon realized that I didn't have to deliberately walk on the road. My pace changed by myself. When I passed the lobby, I took a look at the clothes mirror and found an unusual cold in my eyes.