Drama Makeup

Everyone in the world believes that destiny is determined by fate, but I am the only one who uses makeup as a blade and eyebrows as chess to tear up this established script. I am a nameless make-up slave in the capital. I have the skill of disguise and make-up. I can change my appearance and voice. I can pretend to be a prince or a general or a beggar or a pawn. Everyone asks me for a mask in order to seek good luck, avoid bad luck, and gain prosperity. I once thought that I was a writer who was free from the world of mortals and could change other people's lives at will. It wasn't until that powerful man came with a blood feud that I was shocked to realize—— I'm not a worldly expert at all, I'm just a cannon fodder female supporting character in a book of bloody ancient proverbs, who can't survive more than three chapters. In the original plot, I was obsessed with the male protagonist, poisoned Zhongliang for him, and framed the concubine. In the end, he poured poisoned wine with his own hands and crushed his bones to ashes, just to fulfill his unparalleled love with the female protagonist. But in this life, I looked at the male protagonist in front of me who was being hypocritical and submissive to me according to the script, his fingertips were stained with blood, and I smiled very coldly. Do you want me to be a stepping stone? Do you want me to die according to the plot? I prefer not. I pretended to be his Bai Yueguang and cheated him of his military power; I pretended to be his mortal enemy and disrupted the court situation; I wore layers of masks and walked step by step in the whirlpool of imperial power. It's just that I didn't expect that the male protagonist who was supposed to be extremely indifferent to me would actually break free from the shackles of the plot in repeated confrontations and trap me in his arms with red eyes: "Stop pretending to be someone else. I don't want any drama, I just want you." I lifted my lips and sneered, taking off the last layer of mask: "Your Highness, you and I are both actors in the play. Now that the play has been destroyed, it's time for you and me to come clean." When the plot collapses and fate spirals out of control, the most touching thing in the world is never a destiny destined to be a good match, but that I have to change my destiny against fate and live my own life as the protagonist. Concept: The appearance is the decoration, but the core is the soul. The story uses "makeup" as a metaphor for the relationship between skin and self. The protagonist changes other people's "faces" through makeup, but ultimately rejects the "cannon fodder life" defined by the original book. What it expresses is that in the face of secular prejudices and established scripts, a person's value is not determined by his origin, appearance, or other people's labels, but by his own choices. Even if you are at the bottom, you still have to hold a paintbrush and paint your own life as the protagonist.