Boss Gao squatted in the corner of the room for days, not moving - it was not difficult for him at all.

Ask him, and he won't speak; Touching him, he didn't react.

The little carpenter went to ask the old carpenter, but the old carpenter did not answer, and shook his head.

The old carpenter thought for a long time, and at last sat down at his workbench and began to work.

From the selection of materials to the work, it was busy for three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, the little carpenter stretched, and he habitually looked around, startled.

"You...... Who are you?! The little carpenter looked at the man in front of him and shouted.

The stranger in front of him stretched out his hand, his skin like tree bark.

The little carpenter was stunned.

Boss Gao wore a wooden mask, lifelike, and the face of a living person.

The little carpenter reached out and touched it, and the texture and feeling were all solid wooden masks. But how is a piece of wood carved into a face like a living person?

The old carpenter's eyes were a little red, but he seemed to be in better spirits than ever. He knocked on Boss Gao's mask and smiled at the little carpenter:

"How? Can you still see the original appearance? ”

The little carpenter was so shocked that he shook his head like a rattle and said:

"No, no, no...... Can't see it, can't see it! Master! How did you ......?"

The little carpenter's hand gestured wildly. He didn't believe it could be carved, it must be some kind of magical magic.

The old carpenter smiled and said, "This is craftsmanship. ”

The old carpenter said, opened the door and went out. The light of dawn shone on the figure of the old carpenter, and the little carpenter could not open his eyes.

"Like God......

The little carpenter thought so.

This magical mask is not too pretty. Its color is bronze, and it is described as slightly withered. But it can fit every tiniest movement on Boss Gao's face, it's like giving Boss Gao a face.

Boss Gao wears loose clothes, gloves and shoes to cover his bare skin. He descended the mountain and went out into the street in trepidation. No one thinks he's ugly, no one thinks he's scary. The people treated him with courtesy, and the little carpenter bought him a gourd with rock sugar.

Boss Gao felt that he had become a real person.

The more you treat yourself as a human being, the more you become like a human being. Thoughts and actions always influence each other.

Boss Gao did a good job, but the little carpenter began to be crazy.

The skill that was beyond the comprehension of the little carpenter was deeply imprinted in the little carpenter's mind, like a demon in his heart.

The young carpenter began to apprentice more seriously, and he worked hard to hone his skills, and soon became a well-known carpenter.

However, the old carpenter was not pleased. His eyes that were perceptive to the world saw the little carpenter's obsession.

The old carpenter was finally too old to move. Before dying, he took the little carpenter's hand and said:

"I'll teach you the craft of that mask."

The little carpenter shook his head.

The old carpenter smiled and passed away.

That was Boss Gao's first appreciation of the complexity of human beings.

The little carpenter grew up and moved out of the mountains and forests to the market. He took in many apprentices and opened branches all over the country.

Boss Gao lived with them, watched him become an old carpenter, and watched him fail to make the mask of Boss Gao in his life.

The former little carpenter has also reached his own limit. He took Boss Gao's hand and trembled and stroked Boss Gao's face.

"Why didn't you learn from the master in the first place?" Boss Gao asked.

Gao Boss, who has been a high boss for many years, speaks fluently and thinks clearly, but he has never realized this problem.

The little carpenter was already angry. But when he heard this question, his eyes suddenly flashed, and it seemed that he could finally say these words to others that he had been holding back for a lifetime.

"It's persistence. That's a puzzle that the craftsman has given him, and he doesn't want anyone to solve it but himself. ”

After the little carpenter finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted the last breath of his life, and closed his eyes forever, just like his master had done back then.

The apprentices gave a solemn funeral to the little carpenter. In the hustle and bustle, Boss Gao packed up some simple bags, quietly left the industry left by the little carpenter, and returned to the mountains and forests.

He rebuilt the simple wooden house, prepared all the tools, and began to sculpt the mask day after day.

It didn't take long for him to become a "craftsman". This puzzle that has entangled the little carpenter's life has already penetrated into Boss Gao's life because of the intersection between them.

Boss Gao has a long life and is very patient. He carved alone in the deep forest for many years, and he did not make that mask.

This mask made Boss Gao experience the "anxious" thing for the first time.

Finally, Boss Gao was forced to be a little stunned by this puzzle. He thought of a way to take off his mask and make it after studying it thoroughly.

The mask has been worn on Boss Gao's face for decades, and it has grown together with Boss Gao's face. Unable to find the gap, he impulsively picked up the chisel, broke the edge of the mask, and pried it off fiercely.

The mask fell to the ground, and in an instant it was completely lifeless.

Boss Gao studied the mask, carefully observing every minute and inch of it. He kept copying until he ran out of wood.

Boss Gao never succeeded.

He walked out of the cabin with the tattered mask, and as a dryad, the sunlight actually made him feel a little dazzling.

Boss Gao looked at the outside world and suddenly found something that made him extremely frightened-

The mask was broken, and he couldn't make a new one.

He went from being a man to a youkai again.

Boss Gao sat on the steps and stared at the mask, just as he had carved a wood carving to masturbate when he was longing for the outside world. Many years have passed, he has come full circle, born because of his obsession, and ruined himself because of his obsession.

Fate is a cycle, fair, and meticulous.

Boss Gao sat like this for several days, not eating or drinking. His skin slowly cracked, and his soft flesh lacked the support of nutrients, and began to turn towards wood.

I don't know how long it took to be like this, but a strange middle-aged man walked over from the mountain road. He looked like a Taoist priest, carrying a medicine basket on his back, and he was dusty.

"This benefactor, Poor Dao is a cultivator of the Beishan Taoist Temple, and he passes by here to collect medicine......"

The Taoist priest looked at Boss Gao, a little puzzled, he walked up to Boss Gao and waved his hand, and greeted politely:

"Are you okay, this benefactor?"

Boss Gao's mind began to recover extremely quickly. In the moment of sobriety, he covered his face with his clothes like crazy, screaming and curled up in the corner.

The Taoist priest was a little flustered, he stood there at a loss, and carefully reassured:

"Donor? Donor? You okay? ”

"Don't look at me! Don't look at me! Boss Gao howled heartbreakingly.

The Taoist priest scratched his head and said, "Donor, your face is haggard, aren't you suffering from miscellaneous diseases?" ”

Boss Gao trembled his body and let the Taoist priest soothe him in a panic.

Suddenly, Boss Gao stopped his fear, he slowly showed his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest, and said in surprise:

"I ...... Countenance...... Haggard? ”

The Taoist priest nodded, not knowing why.

"Isn't it scary, my face?" Boss Gao asked again.

The Taoist priest was very confused and wondered: "Terrible? Why did the donor say this? ”

Boss Gao stiffened for a long time, then suddenly stood up, rushed into the house, and shone his face in front of the bronze mirror.