It's a feeling that I don't know how to describe.

It's like you've been trying to pull up a project, and you've done a good job, but all of a sudden it starts to go downhill, and then you start to wonder if you're going to stick to it as you originally planned.

In the end, I watched this declining project be saved little by little.

The kind of people who work together to help the building will fall.

Success all the way to the top probably won't give her this feeling.

She couldn't help but laugh too.

looked at Xiao Libao again, she really felt that what the director said was not bad at all.

This is the little lucky star of their program group.

When the time comes, even if Libao won't come to participate in their show in the next issue, they will have to type out the photo of Lili, carry it in their pockets, and take it with them at all times!

A group of people cleaned up quickly, and it didn't take long to clean up the tabletop, ready to go to the place where the program team found to draw masks.

Just arrived at the door.

I was attracted by the unique decoration style of this family.

Unlike the surrounding houses made of wood, earth and stone or ordinary bricks, this house is a blue brick house, and there are also human head piles placed outside, but there is a circle of masks around the human head piles.

There are also various masks hanging on the walls.

Those irritating colors are eye-catching.

"We've been around here before, and we haven't made it this way much."

Roland still had a kind of fear of these faces, looked around, and couldn't help covering his lips and whispering.

It was at this time that the door to the enclosure was opened.

Out of the courtyard came an old lady who looked a little older, and was now looking at them with a gentle smile.

"Arrived?"

In this somewhat strange house building, she looks particularly kind.

"Aunt Liu!"

The director hurriedly shouted.

"That's what we're here to experience."

"Okay, let's all come in first."

Aunt Liu nodded.

Motioned for them to enter the house.

There is a world of difference between the inside of the house and the outside.

Although there are also quite a few masks.

But they were all unpainted, and the masks made of bamboo and wood were placed aside.

It looks pretty good.

"Originally, you were all coming to me all day today, so you can start with the very beginning of the mask."

Aunt Liu pointed to a room next to her.

It seemed to be her workshop, filled with all sorts of bamboo scraps, wood scraps, and half-finished unfinished masks.

"But I didn't expect you to make anything in a day, so I've already made all these things for you, you can draw them directly, and wait for me to send them to the drying side to dry, and you can use them at night."

Aunt Liu smiled.

"Are they all these colors?"

Roland took a step forward, looking at the bright red and green, and there was no color with low saturation at all.

"Just play as you please?"

"Yes, the more you can see at a glance, the better the color that makes people feel scared, our family has done this for generations, and our ancestors have also passed down some related stories, and now the most popular legend is to deter the enemy, so the mask is painted like this."

Aunt Liu arranged for them to sit down one by one.

"This is also an experiential activity, it is still very significant for us, it is also a ritual to worship ancestors, and when it comes to the evening, basically everyone will carry it, you can wear it on your waist or on your face, I can help you adjust."

Several people responded.

Little Libao raised his brush to create passionately.

Roland next to him watched Xiao Libao draw this mask into a bright red background.

The more she looked at the mask, the more familiar it became, and she licked the corner of her lips.

In the end, I couldn't help but bow my head and whisper to Xiao Libao.

"The more I look at it, the more I think—this mask is similar to the one I saw at night—"

It's the mask that was far away at first, and suddenly very close.

When she was scared enough to rush out to find Xiao Libao, she felt that she could see it more clearly.

And with the past two days, the memory in my mind has not disappeared, but it is very strange, and the more I think about it, the clearer it feels.

"Huh?"

The little one raised his little head.

"Sister, do you remember what that mask looked like?"

"In addition to red, there's also black—"

Roland raised his hand and made a gesture on the background color drawn by Xiao Libao.

Tang Li looked down, tilting her little head and not knowing what she was thinking.

"Have you already applied a layer of base color?"

It was at this time that Aunt Liu walked back again.

"Don't be in a hurry to paint it after applying the base color, I'll dry a layer for you first, in fact, our previous masks are slowly dried, and the dye is different from yours, but you've just arrived, the time is too tight, it's impossible to complete a mask production cycle, it's basically the same, you can go and see other people's masks at night——"

Aunt Liu walked over, dragged a huge tray in her hand, and received their masks with a good background color into the tray.

When she received Tang Li's here, she glanced at the little guy's all-red mask background with some surprise.

I can't hold back my laughter.

"The mask with the most style left on our side is the one with a red background, which is bright, domineering, and can scare people."

Rowland:......

"yes, I think it's scary, too."

It's a hands-on experience.

Aunt Liu also glanced at Roland, she didn't understand what this girl meant, but it didn't prevent her from looking at Roland with appreciative eyes.

Really nice and very tasteful.

As good as your aunt's aesthetic!

Waiting for Aunt Liu to smile and take away their masks.

Tang Xiyue let out a long sigh of relief.

Hugged the little guy into his arms, glanced at the dye that had been put on his body by Tang Li, only hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and rubbed the paint on the little cub with his fingertips.

Anyway, it's all dyed, and I want to change my clothes when I go back, and it's still two things to say if this dye can't be washed off-

Hey-don't say it, it's quite artistic, it's pretty good-looking.

Xiao Libao didn't realize what bad things his childish brother had done at this time.

He also poked his little head and watched Roland take paper and pen and write and draw on the desktop.

"Here, and here - it's all black, and then this point in the middle of the head, like a totem-like drawing? It's blue, and at that point, that totem is kind of like an eye, just this simple eye. ”

Roland sketched on the paper and held it up to the little one.