The ninth wonder of one person

Chapter 73 The Past
"It can make you, a little guy who doesn't understand anything, see that Grandpa's painting is Guan Gong, that's right."

"Huh?" The boy was still a little puzzled.

Without answering the grandson's doubts, the old man hugged the boy: "Come on, Xiaoshi, tell grandpa what you know about Guan Gong."

The boy looked at the sky: "Yeah, red face, long beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes."

Every time the boy mentioned an image of Guan Gong in his heart, the old man would click on the face twice with his fingers.

Although the lines on the facial make-up were different from the traditional way of drawing facial make-up, under the guidance of the old man, the boy seemed to understand something, but he couldn't say it.

Seeing the boy hesitate to speak, the old man chuckled twice, and handed the facial makeup to the boy: "Come on, this facial makeup is for you."

"Really?" The boy's eyes were a little surprised, he shouted 'Grandpa, I'm going out to play' and rushed out again: "Wang Fang, come and see, look at the mask my grandpa made for me, it looks good!"

"Hey, you haven't eaten yet!" Behind him, the old man couldn't help but watch the boy disappear outside.

Another ten years later, a young man rushed over from the alleyway with a bright smile: "Grandpa, look what I got! I joined the troupe!"

Inside the house, the old man still had his eyes and was concentrating on tracing a facial make-up. Hearing the shout of the young man outside, he helplessly put down the paintbrush in his hand.

Over the years, eight if not ten of his Facebooks have been destroyed, and all of them were taken away by this bastard. He once suspected that this bastard did it on purpose.

But when he heard that his grandson had joined the troupe, the old man still showed a hint of joy in his eyes.

Rushing into the house, the young man saw the neatly placed mask brushes at a glance: "Grandpa, are you still painting these masks? People outside said that your masks can't be put on the table."

"You don't care if he is on the stage or not, you just say whether he is good, whether he looks like, and whether he is beautiful." The old man looked at the young man angrily, and stomped his feet: "You liked this facial makeup when you were young."

"Isn't that when I was a child?" The young man smiled: "Besides, I didn't say that your facial makeup is not beautiful. Some teachers in our drama team said that this facial makeup is magical, but it's a pity that you can't bring it to the stage to show to others. Look."

"By the way, grandpa, where did you learn how to draw this facial makeup? I don't think there is any facial makeup with your facial makeup outside?"

"I learned it, I learned it from a village." The old man seemed to recall something, and after sighing, he stopped talking: "Okay, I know you don't like my facial makeup skills, you are still safe and sound Let's learn your singing."

"Hey." The young man nodded, and handed over a ticket: "Grandpa, there will be a show with me in three days, you must go see it."

"Got it, got it." Pretending to be immersed in the face painting again, the old man waved his hand impatiently, but after the young man left, he couldn't help but rubbed the ticket.

Three days later, watching the young people on the stage throw themselves into the play, the old man down there burst into tears.

A few years later, the young man has grown into an adult. Years of accumulated training have allowed him to go further and further in the drama industry. Gradually, his reputation is no longer limited to one theater troupe, but is outward diffusion.

This year was the year when his drama career officially reached its peak, but it was also the darkest year in his life—the old man who had been with him since he was a child was dying.

"Ahem, Xiaoshi." Looking at the tearful man beside the bed, the old man struggled to pull the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile: "Grandpa is dying, and in the future, you may be the only one."

After shaking the man's hand, the old man struggled to straighten up: "I heard from grandpa that grandpa is very happy to see you grow up, so don't be sad for grandpa."

"Everything you wanted to know before, grandpa put him in a wooden box at home. Grandpa is very happy that you can walk on the path you love, and grandpa also wants to watch you continue walking. It's just... grandpa can't do it "

He stretched out his hand and touched the man's head for the last time. The old man smiled and closed his eyes.

"Grandpa!" The man burst into tears, but he could no longer wake up the old man.

A few days later, after finishing the funeral for the old man, the man returned to the old house and opened the box that the old man never allowed himself to open.

There are not many things in the box, except for an unforgettable Monkey King and some paint brushes, there are only two books.

One book contains some facial makeup that the old man often draws, and the other book contains some things that the old man wrote down.

The fourth day of October in the year of Dingmao.

In an accident, my voice was broken, and I couldn't sing anymore, and a new horn took my place.

The third day of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Dingmao.

Someone told me that there was a place that might heal my throat, so I packed up and got ready to go.

The twenty-fifth day of the fourth month of the Jisi year.

After more than a year, I finally found this village.Most of the people in the village have the surname of Gou, so I call the village Goujia Village, maybe because of Feng Shui, the village always gives me a strange feeling.

The twenty-sixth day of the fourth month of the Jisi year.

I stayed outside the village for one night, and I vaguely heard movements in the village, as if some event was being held.Early the next morning, people in the village took me into the village.

I told the head of the village about my problem, and the head shook his head. He said that I came too late and my throat could not be cured.

I was a little disappointed, but maybe because I didn't expect too much, I quickly accepted the reality.

The twenty-seventh day of the fourth month of the Jisi year.

I originally wanted to leave the village, but the village head invited me to stay and wait until after the Dragon Boat Festival, so I chose to stay.

******three.

I lived in the village for a few days, and for some reason, I slept very peacefully. This is the most peaceful day I have slept in for a year or two.

On this day, I saw a facial make-up at the village chief's house.

This facial makeup looks very different from the troupe facial makeup, it is neither fair nor eye-catching, most of them are some black lines, which feel cold to the touch.But I don't know why, this facebook left a deeper impression on me than the ones I have remembered over the past few decades.

I asked the village chief, and he said that this is a handicraft handed down from generation to generation in the village, not to outsiders.

******Fives.

This day is the Dragon Boat Festival, but it seems that this festival is not celebrated in the village, so they made me a lunch and sent me out of the village.The rice is delicious, especially the duck.

The eleventh day of the ninth month of the Jisi year.

I went home, gave up drama, married a wife, and gave birth to a son, whom I named Zhang Liangsheng.

September [-]rd of the Gengwu Year.

The child is growing up day by day, but whenever I see those actors, I can't help but think of the mask I saw in Goujia Village, and I want to draw him.

The nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Gengwu year.

I've tried and I can't draw. No matter what, I always can't draw
why why.
The fifth day of August in Xinwei Year.

I heard that there is a war in the northeast.

I gave up on the idea of ​​drawing that face in the image, but I still can't get the lines out of my head and I want to try again.

(End of this chapter)