In the deserted theater, Boluogo stood under the stage. He tried to see Kedening's face clearly, but Kedening was sitting on the stage, with his back to the light, and the makeup on his face was difficult to distinguish, as if he was wearing a dark mask.
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"I like this story, this kind of confusion between identities, the boundaries begin to become blurred and chaotic, and then bring about conflicts. Between the sharp contradictions, it gradually steps into madness..."
Borrogo leaned against the stage and told his own version of the story.
Ketning was a little surprised. This audience member was very familiar with him, and what he said was quite interesting. Ketning had heard enough compliments, and analysis of recognition like this was still relatively rare.
This gave him more patience with Boluogo.
"But I think the best part is Bart's self-confession."
Boluogo raised his eyebrows. He felt that coming to this show was the best decision he had ever made in recent times.
"You mean the part about self-identity?" Codenin said, whispering Bart's lines, "What kind of person am I?"
"No, no, I mean the front part," Boluogo corrected, "Each of us has three faces."
“One face exists in the eyes of others, another is the face we think we are, and then is what we really are.”
Boluogo grabbed the edge of the stage, jumped slightly, and sat next to Kedening.
"I very much agree with this sentence, it is very well written."
Borogo continued, explaining his understanding of these words.
"When you interact with people, you will have a gradually more specific outline in the eyes of others, and then there will be labels attached to you, such as gentle, vicious, kind, or evil."
Kodenin did not interrupt Bologg's words. It could be felt that this was a somewhat egoistic and narcissistic audience, but his words did attract Kodenin's attention.
"But this is not what we really look like. This is what others see us as, the face that exists in other people's eyes."
Boluogo spread his hands and expressed his helplessness.
"The way we see ourselves will also change slightly due to the eyes of others... Just like being expected, you don't want to break the image in their eyes, so you will gradually get closer to the image in their eyes, which makes you
He became unrecognizable."
"Yes, so everyone is wearing a mask. Sometimes, we even don't realize that we are wearing a mask."
Kedening said and touched his face. The mask was so tight that it almost became one with his face, blending into the flesh and blood, indistinguishable from each other. "This is even more true for actors. I have a thousand faces, a thousand faces."
name."
"Yeah, so I can understand Bart. He desperately wants to know who he is...what kind of identity does a person have to live in, whether he is a worker, a thief, or something in between.
"
Bologo recalled the content of the performance.
"And this is the third self, the real self, the one who is not disturbed by the outside world, the original one, and the most original version of ourselves."
"The original self." Kedening whispered and looked at Boluogo.
"The original self? That's a good word." Boluogo nodded, and then said with a sense of expectation.
"This would be a tragedy, right? Different identities constrain Bart. He can hardly find the fuzzy boundaries and will only sink deeper and deeper into them, eventually leading to destruction."
"No, I expected that this would be a good ending," Kedening shook his head, imagining the scene at the end, "Life is difficult enough, and we should give the audience a happy ending."
"L...Mr. Lazarus." He tried to pronounce the name of Borrogo, but was interrupted by Borrogo.
"Bologo, just call me Bologo."
"So, Boluogo, do you feel the same way? You can think of so many things."
"More or less," Bologo said, "I also had an experience where... I was almost overwhelmed by different identities."
he continued.
"Everyone has a secret.
In the eyes of those close to you, you are a friendly person who loves life, but privately, you are a villain. There is blood on your fists every day. Normal life and crazy life begin to overlap... This will only
Ruined it all."
Until Adele's death, she did not know what kind of job Borlogo was engaged in.
In fact, Boluogo felt that Adele had already guessed it, but she didn't say it. After all, his own existence was enough to surprise her.
The life of ordinary people and the responsibilities of debtors.
"But there will always be people who accept such a complicated self, just like my wife." Mentioning his wife, Ke Dening showed a faint smile on his face.
"Do you accept it...it's not bad."
Boluogo's heart trembled.
He still remembered his mood when he saw Adele when he was released from prison.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but he still recognized Adele at a glance, and Adele was not frightened by her own experience. Instead, she greeted her cordially and walked over.
She and Boluogo exchanged greetings, chatting about Boluogo who had not changed much in the past few years, except that his skin color had become paler, and he told himself to remember to get more sun, and other long-winded words.
Finally she gave Bologo a big hug and asked him if he had no place to live, he could stay at her house for a while, but there was only a sofa.
Boluogo was stunned for a few seconds, and a softness similar to Kedening appeared at the corner of his mouth, but then the softness disappeared and turned into coldness and viciousness.
"If I were to write the story of "The Wandering Rat," I might be more extreme than you."
Boluogo did not continue the conversation, but brought up his own thoughts.
Kedening motioned for him to continue. He and Bologg had a good conversation. In order to create better stories, Kedening liked to exchange ideas with people, especially people like Bologg who could understand his story.
"For example, if the identity conflict is not enough to torture Bart, I will choose to let him gradually degenerate in the process of stealing, such as... killing people."
A cold light flashed in the blue eyes, and Ke Dening's expression also froze, and the chilling scene appeared in his mind.
"kill?"
"Yes, one bad night, one bad time, two people met in a bad way."
Burlogo imagined the scene in his mind.
"Bart's theft was finally discovered. He knew the man. He was his colleague, a good old man in the factory, friendly to others, and extremely upright. Bart knew that he was finished, and this guy would definitely continue to carry out his justice.
In fact, this was indeed the case. He kept persuading Bart that this was wrong and hoped that Bart would surrender."
The speaking speed gradually increases, pushing the story to the other side of madness.
"Bart is also hesitating. He has been suffering from his dual identity. Maybe surrendering is not an option, but once he surrenders, his already unbearable family will be completely broken. He has to consider his family...
…
It’s time to make a choice, what will you do?”
As he spoke, Boluogo raised his hand, pinched something in the air, and used all his strength until he broke the nothingness.
"Bart killed him.
Killing this good old man, the good old man did nothing wrong. The only mistake was that they met at the wrong time and in the wrong place."
The atmosphere seemed solemn and depressing, and Boluogo finally told Bart's ending.
"It was a bad morning, a hundred times worse than the previous mornings. In the hazy morning fog, Bart walked towards the city that looked like mountains. The gray silhouettes of the buildings looked like a ferocious jungle, with the fangs and claws of monsters.
No one knows what he is thinking in his heart. The only thing that is known is that he is heading towards destruction and is in a miserable state."
The story ended, and neither of them spoke, feeling the reverberations of the ending of the story together, until Burlogo broke the silence.
"It's just a story, don't worry, I don't have any anti-social personality...at least that's what I think." Boluogo was afraid of scaring Kedening.
Kedening was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said again and again.
"Nothing, nothing, I think the story is pretty good."
Kedening looked at Bologg. He thought Bologg was very strange and an interesting person.
This is a bad and crazy story, but Boluogo's expression is very calm, and there is no impurity in his eyes. It seems that this is just a calm retelling to him. He seems to have an indifferent attitude towards everything and does not care.
Kotner's opinion...anyone's opinion.
"Unfortunately, this is a comedy, and a tragic ending is not acceptable," Kodening said.
"Well, I understand. The main reason why I think so is that 'the core of comedy is tragedy'."
Boluogo remembered something and continued.
"I've always wanted to get involved in comedy performances, talk shows, etc. Do you have any acting classes here?"
He wanted to find something to do for himself after work. Bologg liked comedy quite a bit. Imagine a scene like that. Amidst the wailing of the enemies, Bologg broke their bones while telling them
cold joke……
Boluogo laughed to himself. After a while, he came to his senses and said slightly embarrassed.
"It's okay. You are a professional. You should listen to the 'experts' on this kind of thing."
Seeing Bologg's sincere attitude and Bologg's strange reaction just now, Kedening's curiosity was completely aroused. He paused for a few seconds before his voice sounded again.
"Boluogo, you seem to be living very freely and without restraint... Which face do you use to live your life?"
His eyes were fixed on Boluogo. Kedening had been observing him from the beginning. Kedening often did this, sitting on the street with people coming and going, looking at the appearance of the passers-by, and guessing their identities and experiences.
Boluogo has no cowardice at all. He is very confident, confident from the inside out, and has a sense of indifference towards everything. When you look at him, you will clearly feel a sense of contempt.
But Boluogo didn't seem to be disdainful of himself, but that arrogant feeling overflowed randomly like instinct, and even Boluogo himself didn't realize it.
Just like the black cat you meet on the street corner, it is aloof and indifferent. One second it may be lingering at your feet, and the next second it will disappear, like an adventure and an unknowable mystery.
"Me? Probably somewhere between the second face and the third face."
He said frankly that Boluogo felt that there was no need to hide this kind of thing.
"I don't care what other people think of me, since I don't know him anyway, just like do you care about what a passerby says about you?"
Boluogo fell down and lay on the stage, looking at the darkness and lights above his head.
"As for the people I know well, they know exactly what kind of person I am, so I don't have to worry about what they think of me."
"But the third face, the original self...it is very difficult to recognize oneself, Kedening, very difficult, at least I haven't done it yet."
Boluogo spoke calmly.
There are still many mysteries deep in my heart, including the reason why I came to this world, the forgotten transaction, and the devil who gave me "resurrection from the dead".
Bologo cannot recognize himself, at least not until these mysteries are solved.
"Sounds great. At least you are being true to yourself and don't have to hide anything."
Kedening also fell down and lay on the stage. He suddenly realized that this was the first time he had fallen on the stage. He had played the protagonist before, and the protagonist never fell.
This is a quite novel feeling.
Bologg turned his head and looked at Kedening. The two looked at each other and smiled. Bologg slowly got up, jumped off the stage, and walked to the side.
"Can I take this?"
Borogo said as he took down a poster, which was the trailer for the ending of "The Wandering Rat". It depicts workers and thieves, with Bart in a trance in the middle.
He is heading towards the end, but the end of the end is a blur of fog, and no one knows where it leads.
"Of course, by the way, wait a moment."
After Kadening finished speaking, he ran into the backstage. Soon after, he came over with a pen and signed his name on the poster.
"You don't mind, do you?" Kedening asked with a smile.
"How come, I will stick it in my bedroom."
Boluogo carefully rolled up the poster, then he saw what else Kedening was holding, and handed it to him.
It was a ticket, an advance ticket to the finale of "The Wandering Rat."
"Thank you so much!" Boluogo thanked him.
"It's nothing. I haven't talked to someone like this for a long time. Instead, I thank you."
Kedening replied, he glanced at the background, "It's time for me to work."
"Well, it's time for me to leave." Boluogo waved his hand in farewell.
"Will you come to see the ending? In half a month."
Looking at Boluogo's leaving figure, Kedening asked loudly.
