"Miss Yang, look, this is Xiang Yu's mask." Aoi Xu led me deeper and explained some of the more famous face masks to me.

"Well, it's the one when you sang Farewell My Concubine and Wu Jiang killed himself, right?" Looking at the black flower three-tile face on the mask, there are patterns in the white eyebrows, the cheeks are snow-white, and there are patterns in the black head.

I smiled indifferently, guessing that Aoi Xu thought that I liked ancient love stories, so he picked some famous martial artists with wives to tell me.

"Every time I see this mask, I always think that the battlefield is just a man's business, and failure and death are inevitable, but I pity the martyr."

Martyrdom? Referring to Yu Ji? Why did he do such an exclamation? I looked at him carefully, as if he was not just saying it to me, but also to Xiang Yu and to himself.

The eyes through the glasses were tinged with a faint sadness, as if he recalled too many things he didn't want to recall.

Could it be that he once witnessed the immortal death of his lover like Xiang Yu, but he was different from Xiang Yu, endured humiliation and waited for rebirth one day?

"No, it's not pitiful, I think it's better to be as vigorous as Yu Ji, accompany the king, and go to Huangquan together. It seems that Mr. Aoi and I have quite a disagreement on this point. "I looked at the pair of eye-popping eyes on Xiang Yu's mask, and I could faintly feel Xiang Yu's hatred in Wujiang. When the city of his heart is lost, even if he takes the whole world, there will be regrets after all.

Thinking about it at that time, she witnessed Yu Ji's self-slaughter, and her heart was also that it was better to give up the country and go with her lover.

"History only says that Xiang Yu was defeated, but it is rare to hear such a unique opinion as Miss Yang, and Kwai has benefited a lot." Kwai Xu, who was on the side, looked at me unexpectedly, as if he didn't believe that I would say such a thing.

I only tilted my head and smiled silently, after all, my words are unfounded, and I don't know if there is really a day when my lover Wujiang is dead, I will be the same as Yu Ji again. Will I escape from the battle, will I become the Empress Xiao of Emperor Yang of Sui?

Everything is probably standing and talking, so I don't have a backache......

"O man I miss...... On the Silk Road outside the wall......

There is his shadow in the caravan in the distance...... And I sit alone in front of the window, singing solo in the mirror, when will the moon become a pair......"

Just as Aoi Xu and I were about to continue walking, there was a burst of singing from the depths of the road, the cold and light sound was like snow melting, making the entire corridor quiet, but the loneliness in the song unconsciously made people cold.

"Sing solo in the mirror, when will the moon become a pair of ......" What a beautiful singing, I stood there quietly and listened to the bursts of singing in the corridor again. Inexplicably, I feel a little empathy, as if I once waited like this, looked forward to it like this.

Seeing that I could hear it, Kwai Xu explained with a smile on the side: "This song originated in the Republic of China, and a singer in the famous song hall at that time became the pillar of the entire song hall with this song. Yumei loves to sing this song...... It's a pity that she can't sing the love in it, because she hasn't loved someone like this yet. ”

Can't you sing about love? But how do I feel that this is full of longing and sorrow, as if my lover does not return, thinking like crazy, I can't find it, and I can't forget it.

Could it be that Kwai Yumei sang it? I always felt that the slight immaturity of the voice should not come from her throat.

"Let's go, if you go inside, you will soon see the treasure face that my Aoi family is proud of." The song slowly calmed down, and Aoi Xu looked at the watch in his hand, as if the time was almost up.

……

The last pavilion in the depths of the House of Masks was dim and dusty, as if no one had been here in a long time. Aoi Xu pushed the door in front of me, and waved his coat desperately to disperse the dust kicked up by the door.

But he worked so hard, and I didn't feel anything special when I was standing in the distance.

In the exhibition hall, there is a slight dampness and fishy smell, probably the smell of aquatic debris emitted after the seaweed paper is dried and rested.

Let the whole exhibition hall reveal the taste of dusty for a long time, but it does not affect the viewing and collection at all.

Facing you, the first layer is the beautiful mask of the eight female dans.

The first one is beautiful and elegant, with an outstanding demeanor, revealing a bold and uninhibited spirit. What does it look like to be a female gentleman?

The second one is plain, but the expression is open, but it is a beautiful temperament. A bunch of orchids at the temples, does this woman have an indissoluble bond with orchids?

The third, the fourth......

"It's ......"

"It's Qin Huai Bayan, Hua Dan is the same, but these are the masks left behind by the painters who really came into contact with them at that time." The mask itself is nothing special, Hua Dan's outfit is extremely simple, and there is no pattern and there is no clue to it.

But when Aoi Xu said this, I always felt that the amount of information in it was a bit huge. Does this mean that the characters here are drawn according to real people?

This is too godly, isn't it?

Aoi Xu saw that I was interested, turned around, and continued to walk inside.

But what I saw afterwards disappointed me a little, because I didn't find any clues about Aoi Xiaotao's mask after all. Seeing that there was only one room left, I seemed to put all my hopes inside.

I believe that Lady Luck will not be so unkind to me, right?

"Kwai thinks that the last hall, Miss Yang should be very fond of it. These are all masks of the Ten Heavenly Generals, the Eight Divine Soldiers, the Forty-Eight Constellations, the Five Planetary Monarchs, and so on. The gold-painted door was pushed open by Aoi Xu, and the spontaneously combusting phosphorus fire illuminated the whole room in green or purple, which was very mysterious.

God you also face to face painting? Tease me!

This is...... The drama of havoc in the Heavenly Palace?

"It seems that the ancestors of the Aoi family liked drama very much? Such a precious mask house, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. In one scene, even the masks of the supporting characters of the hundred or so are readily available. "I looked at the huge battle in front of me in amazement, where is this house of masks, it is clearly the sea of masks, the world of masks!

"My ancestors believed that a mask is a person's face, that it is alive, that it will witness the prosperity of the family and protect the peace of the family. So after a hundred years, there are dozens of heads of the Aoi family, and none of them are not keen on collecting masks, and this room is the favorite thing that the earliest owners collected. Kwai Xu pointed to the red gold mask of the Jade Emperor in the center, and explained with longing in his eyes, his eyes twisting and turning, as if he was recalling many past events.

Perhaps his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had spoken to him here in order to pass on the family tradition to him.

"Brother...... My brother ......, "At this time, Aoi suddenly broke into the room we were in. She clutched the door frame tightly and looked at me and Aoi Xu in the room, her eyes anxious, as if something big had happened outside after we entered this isolated room of masks.

"What's wrong with you, Xiaoxing!" Apparently taken aback by Aoi's sudden appearance, Aoi Woo hurriedly ran up to Aoi before I could make a move, completely blocking my vision.

Is there anything I can't see?

"Miss Yang, Shu Kui will send her sister back to the room to rest first. If you like it here, you can enjoy it again, and Aoi will go back. Without giving me a chance to ask about the accident, Aoi Xu grabbed Aoi Xu by the waist and ran out after saying that.

The traces of water in one place were left alone at the door, showing a thick state under the phosphorus fire.