Chapter 1884: Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Splash——

Yao rolled up his sleeves, turned on the faucet, and placed the cleanly eaten bowls and plates into the sink.

Thanks to the butcher shop's 90% discount sale, this lunch today could be considered the most sumptuous meal the two brothers had eaten in nearly a month. Compared to them, Chen Ling ate very little, only waiting until the two brothers had eaten about enough before symbolically eating a few more mouthfuls to clear the plates.

Yao was earnestly washing the plates in the Kitchen, while Chen Yan sat obediently by the dining table, nervously looking at Chen Ling.

"Mr. Lin..."

"My theatrical makeup today is in your hands."

Although Chen Yan knew how to Sing opera, because his family was all male, no one had ever taught him makeup, so he wasn't adept at theatrical makeup... And Chen Ling, having stayed in the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path for so long and learned to Paint the Rosy Face, putting on makeup naturally wasn't difficult.

"Don't worry." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "Just sit still, leave the rest to me."

Chen Ling simply did a count of the makeup tools and then began to apply makeup for him. Chen Yan's tools were all very simple, like they were picked up from unused ones from the next-door neighbors, but for Chen Ling, it was already enough.

Chen Ling's movements were very fast, but every stroke was fine and perfect. In just a few short minutes, Chen Yan's makeup took shape.

Chen Yan looked at himself in the mirror, his expression changing from nervous at the start, to surprised, then to joyful, and finally the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising...

What a beautiful Dan Role makeup.

Under Chen Yan's worshipful gaze, Chen Ling basically completed the makeup. Just as he was about to outline Chen Yan's eye makeup, his figure paused slightly.

"Mr. Lin, what's wrong?" Chen Yan looked at him in confusion, "The eye makeup... are you not doing it?"

"...I am."

A touch of reminiscence flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. Ultimately, he still raised the brush and gently wiped it at the corner of Chen Yan's eye...

Intoxicating apricot red blurred at the corner of Chen Yan's eye.

When the last stroke of makeup was completed, Chen Yan's temperament changed, as if he really became a Dan Role on the Stage. He looked at himself in the mirror in pleasant surprise, just about to get up and say something, but Chen Ling gently pressed his shoulder.

Then,

Added another Vermilion stroke to his glabella.

That was a Marking exactly the same as the final stroke of Chen Ling's Vermilion Countenance... That was the final legacy the Fifth Generation Red King left for Chen Ling.

Chen Yan looked at this final stroke, somewhat confused, "Mr. Lin, what is this stroke..."

"It's nothing... just looks nice."

Chen Ling put away the makeup tools. Chen Yan quickly stopped caring about this final stroke. He felt that after adding this stroke, his whole person had an added unique temperament. He immediately got up and ran to Yao, who was washing dishes, showing off his makeup like a child.

After simply tidying up, Chen Yan carried his bag and walked towards the door with Yao.

"Mr. Lin, if you're not busy... Do you want to go watch my performance together?"

Chen Yan asked expectantly.

Chen Ling nodded with a smile,

"Alright."

...

Chen Yan's school was very close.

Compared to the District Three school in the fifth-generation world, this one before them was more formal, and its facilities were also more comprehensive. Chen Yan led Yao and Chen Ling through the main gate. The passing students all turned their heads to look at Chen Yan, seeming very curious about his attire.

Chen Yan just kept his head high and chest out like this, walking to the sports field. At this moment, the sports field was already filled with audience seats, and a simple Stage stood in the very center.

The evening party hadn't started yet, but quite a few students had already taken their seats. Performing students wearing all sorts of costumes were going in and out backstage. A Teacher caught sight of the Thespian Chen Yan walking over from the corner of his eye and immediately waved to him.

"Brother, Mr. Lin, I'll go over first... remember to watch me later." After Chen Yan hurriedly said a sentence, he excitedly ran towards the backstage.

Chen Ling and Yao stood at the very edge of the student audience seats, watching figures fill the seats one by one, like two sculptures.

Who knows how long passed,

Yao spoke proactively:

"Your current appearance... isn't real, right?"

Chen Ling wasn't surprised by Yao's question. He let out a long sigh, "...No."

"You deliberately changed, but didn't completely change... On your face, traces similar to mine can still be seen." Yao turned his head to look at Chen Ling, "That day, A-Yan and I didn't see the scene of you stepping onto the stairs, but I heard quite a bit from the surrounding neighbors."

"The identical appearance of the two of us must have caused a great impact on you, right?" Chen Ling spoke calmly, "But you don't need to worry. I've already sent people to acquire your factory. All the people who slandered you have already been fired... You will smoothly become a regular worker, and then continue to live a stable and peaceful life."

Yao froze in place.

His original intention was just to test Chen Ling, but the answer Chen Ling gave made him somewhat at a loss.

"You... who exactly are you?" Yao couldn't help but ask, "You look exactly like me, yet you have a Theatrical Robe like A-Yan's. You're clearly a high and mighty existence, why would you establish a connection with us brothers huddled together on Frost Avenue?"

"...It's not important anymore." Chen Ling gazed into his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't disturb you for too long."

From Chen Ling's eyes, Yao saw a trace of indescribable emotion.

He was just about to say something when Chen Ling suddenly looked up at the Stage:

"He... seems to have encountered trouble."

Yao was stunned, immediately turning his head to look, only to see Chen Yan at the edge of the Stage arguing with a Teacher about something, tears welling up in his eyes.

Yao's heart skipped a beat, immediately running over there.

"What happened?"

"You're Chen Yan's older brother, right?" The Teacher spoke apologetically, "For today's evening party, there's a big leader who doesn't quite like watching opera, so we might have to temporarily swap out Chen Yan's program..."

"Temporarily swap out??" Yao frowned deeply, "Doesn't that mean there's one less program?"

"Previously we had a choir that won an award in the district, the leader wants them to try. As you know, fewer people listen to opera nowadays, and Chen Yan is singing a solo. Whether it's the number of performers or the program's popularity, this doesn't quite meet our requirements..."

"No, Teacher... this isn't reasonable, right?" Yao's words carried anger, but seeing Chen Yan's reddened eyes to the side, he still silently suppressed his temper.

"Excuse me Teacher, can we have a word in private."

Yao pulled the Teacher and walked to the other side.

Drops of tears slid down Chen Yan's cheeks. Wearing a clean and tidy Theatrical Robe, he stood at the edge of the crowded Stage, gripping his sleeves with both hands, at a loss for what to do.

He looked at his brother's back as he spoke with the Teacher, took a deep breath, silently wiped away his tears, and was just about to go up and say something.

Just at this moment, from the corner of his eye he looked towards the edge of the audience seats...

That mysteriously originated Mr. Lin had already gone who knows where.