Cen Mai took Ling Ping'an and walked around from the main hall of Luming Hall to the back door.
Then he quietly opened the door and walked into a long and narrow corridor.
Lingpingan couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you take the main entrance?"
Cen Mai looked back at this guy and said, "Go through the main entrance. Do you want others to know that you have been to the Fuso Embassy?"
Lingpingan was stunned: "Having been to the Fuso Embassy, will there be any bad effects?"
He really doesn’t know this!
Cen Mai chuckled: "Under normal circumstances, of course not!"
"but……"
"If you come to the underground dance party..."
He gave a look that you know.
Lingpingan scratched his head, still not quite understanding.
Cen Mai had no choice but to introduce: "Brother Ling, you probably don't know that this world has exterior and interior, yin and yang!"
"I don't know how many people, in formal occasions, are well-dressed and gentlemanly, but once in private...their true colors are revealed...hehe..."
He walked past a window sill, picked up a mask from the window sill, and put it on his face.
Then he turned around and said to Lingpingan: "Look, if I put on a mask, can you still recognize me?"
Lingpingan originally wanted to tell him that even if you don't wear a mask, as long as you don't see each other for two or three hours, my prosopagnosia may cause me to confuse you with other people.
But after thinking about it, he held back.
After all, it is a taboo to communicate with others in a superficial way.
So, he nodded.
But the other party casually threw a mask into Lingpingan's hands: "Put it on!"
"Free your nature!"
Lingpingan took this mask and looked at it. It seemed to be the facial makeup of Sichuan Opera?
"Liberating nature?" Lingpingan asked.
"Yes!" said Cen Mai, who was wearing a green-faced and fanged evil ghost mask: "We are all products of social and moral discipline!"
"School instills morals in us, society sets all kinds of rules, and families bring all kinds of constraints..."
"But these... are actually imposed on us by others..."
"Yokes that limit, imprison and oppress us!"
"Put on the mask and let go of those rules..."
As he spoke, Cen Mai recited heartily: "Sir, you regard the heaven and the earth as a dynasty, ten thousand periods as a moment, the sun and the moon as a canopy, and the eight wastelands as a thoroughfare..."
As Lingpingan listened, a string seemed to be plucked in his heart.
He slowly put on the facial mask.
The mask was put on his face, and a new feeling rose from his heart.
The world you see seems to become more exciting because of this!
Colorful and surrounded by mist.
His mentality also experienced extremely subtle and strange changes.
Then, Lingpingan laughed and couldn't help but ponder in his heart: "You can't hear the sound of thunder when you listen quietly, you can't see the shape of Mount Tai when you are familiar with it, you can't feel the cuts of cold and heat, the emotions of lust. When you look down at all things, they are as disturbing as Jianghan.
Three years of duckweed; two powerful people are waiting for you, just like a cockroach and a borer!"
Cen Mai watched Lingpingan put on the mask, and he laughed, feeling extremely proud, feeling that he had saved another lost person.
So, he swaggered towards the dance floor where the lights were shining and the crowd was bustling.
As he walked, he greeted: "Come on..."
but……
However, Lingpingan said softly on the spot: "The cockroach and the borer..."
He repeated: "Both flies and borers..."
"Everything in the world is nothing but this!"
The world suddenly became small in his eyes.
The loneliness and indifference that had been suppressed in my heart rose up.
In his opinion, all the people in this world have become like ephemera.
Everything suddenly became boring.
In his arms, Kitten Best's body seemed to be tense.
The hairs all over his body stand on end.
Lingpingan looked at it, smiled, and stroked it gently: "Don't be afraid!" He comforted in a low voice: "Little darling, I won't hurt you!"
So, he strode forward.
The human heart under the mask suddenly became extremely arrogant!
Lingpingan even felt that at this moment, he was not alone.
Liu Ling, Li Bai... countless poets he once liked are possessed at this moment.
He was like Liu Ling when he was drunk.
They are nothing more than a moth, a moth that lives and dies.
Regarding everything in this world, he is as cool as Li Bai.
The emperor couldn't get on the boat, so he claimed that he was a wine-drinking immortal!
wrong!
What is the emperor?
Lingpingan raised his head, the emperor was nothing more than a life-and-death thing.
He is a gentleman.
Sir, you regard heaven and earth as one day, and ten thousand periods as one moment!
The sun and moon are just paper windows, and they are no more than a corner in the yard.
Nothing spectacular, nothing big deal.
At this moment, Lingpingan had only one feeling in his heart: a drop in the ocean, looking at the shortness of the Yangtze River and sighing at the lack of light of the sun and the moon.
So, I hugged the bright moon to sleep, and took the flying immortal as my maid!
The universe is just a pond!
He lifted his steps gently.
Take a gentle step forward.
His steps were light and graceful, stepping on the ground as if he were stepping on a sponge.
He smiled.
But there is a vague feeling in my heart that this is not good.
It’s better not to play like this in the future.
But now...
Let’s play first and then talk!
He touched his cat. The kitten was very small, its body was very soft, and it felt very smooth. It felt like he was stroking a peerless beauty written in a book, like a beauties.
There is a faint fragrance in the nose.
The fragrance filled his heart and made him feel a little excited.
Following Cen Mai's footsteps, he walked onto the dance floor in front of him.
The dancing lights swayed before my eyes, and countless men and women swayed to the manic music.
but……
"What kind of music is this?" Lingpingan shook his head: "Such low-level, full of mistakes, and nutritious noises can be called music?"
I don't know why, but at this moment, Lingpingan felt that his mind was extremely clear.
Everything I have seen before, or even just glanced at, is still there in my mind.
He even felt like he was omnipotent.
"This possession by Liu Ling is too much!" he thought.
But it feels good.
So, even though I know it’s not right.
But he also enjoyed it.
To put it in one sentence: I would rather not miss Shu if I am happy.
"Is this the heaven?" Lingpingan thought.
In front of him, Cen Mai's figure wearing a mask had already blended into the dance floor, swaying to the music.
Lingpingan shook his head: "Boring!"
In his eyes, the men and women on the dance floor were indeed boring.
Just like humans are not curious about the dance of ants in the ant nest.
In his eyes, this is just a swaying dance, a waste of time.
Not only is there no beauty at all, but there is also no technology at all.
The key is that it is inferior, stupid and useless!
Real dance has always been...
The dance of civilization...
Dance of war…
The dance of survival…
or……
The dance of truth!
Although he didn't know why he had these thoughts.
But that's what he thought in his heart.
Such a melancholy sound, such a lowly dance.
Let Lingpingan feel very unhappy.
So, he stepped forward and walked towards the music stage above the dance floor.
He wants to tell these people, these cockroaches and borers in his eyes, what is real music? What is real dance!
