Under One Person: God Profiler

Under One Person: God Profiler

Author: Fox Laughing Under the Tree

Summary:

Original title: Under One Person: God Profiler

Alternative Name: Divine Mask: The Deity Dwelling Within My Inner World

Tags: Anime derivatives, 2D culture, fan fiction

Main characters: Xia Linyuan, Zhang Chulan

Brief introduction: My father was a male dan (female impersonator) singer.

My grandfather was also a Peking Opera performer.

I also love singing traditional opera. My grandfather said that if I wanted to learn traditional opera well, I had to be proficient in everything. I took that to heart.

Later, the old man and my father disappeared, and I was raised by Xiao Zizai.

When I finally grew up and became independent, I discovered that all the martial arts skills the old man taught me were stolen from other people!

The old man was once the number one troublemaker in the Quanxing sect.

The old man once single-handedly attacked the Celestial Master's Mansion!

My name is Xia Linyuan, and I am a patient.

The old man died, and I still have to clean up his mess.

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Chapter 1 The Beginning

Life is just a play.

Clang! Clang! Thump!

The rhythmic sounds of the large and small gongs and drums, along with the lively and melodious tunes played on the jinghu (a two-stringed bowed instrument used in Peking Opera).

On a high platform made of black wooden planks, a man dressed in brightly embroidered clothes and adorned with makeup danced with great enthusiasm, wielding a long sword in both hands. The sword danced with him, and his agile steps captivated the audience.

As time passed, the drumbeats and gong sounds suddenly intensified, and the performer on stage wielded two swords with incredible speed, the bright, dazzling flashes leaving afterimages. A cheer erupted from the audience.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the person on the stage, a man dressed in a yellow robe and black armor walked onto the stage and sat upright in a chair that had been prepared for him. His long beard reached his waist, and his dark face exuded a righteous and fierce emotion.

"I urge the king to drink wine and listen to the songs of Yu, to dispel his sorrows—to dance gracefully—to defeat Qin—the wicked—who destroyed the land—and heroes rose up in war on all sides..."

Holding two swords in her hands, Yu Ji slightly bent her knees and leaped gracefully from one end of the stage to the other. She continued dancing before Xiang Yu, the yellow-robed king.

About ten minutes passed.

A soldier in a yellow robe hurriedly ran onto the stage.

"Han soldiers are attacking from all sides!"

"Split up and meet the enemy separately!"

Xiang Yu stood up and shouted loudly.

........

Below the stage, a handsome young boy whispered in the ear of an elderly man with white hair and beard, "Wow! Dad is finally saying his lines!"

The old man glanced at the child beside him in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief. It was as if he were looking at a fool: "Grandson, do you know who your father is?"

The child looked at his grandfather with astonishment, as if he were looking at a fool: "Father, of course it's Xiang Yu. Who else could it be?"

The old man slapped the child on the head and laughed, scolding, "Silly grandson, your father is playing Yu Ji!"

The child proudly raised his little head: "What! Isn't Yu Ji a woman? How could she be my dad! Grandpa, don't try to fool me, I, Lin Yuan, am very smart!"

"Smart my ass! Don't you know what a male dan (female impersonator) is? You still need more practice!"

The old man's beard trembled with anger.

She forcefully tore at the child's face. Then, she looked at Yu Ji on the stage with a gratified expression.

"Your father is upright, calm, thoughtful, and of excellent character. He's a natural-born actor."

"Just like me."

The old man gently stroked his white beard, his face crinkling into a wide smile.

"How shameless."

The child rubbed his face and pouted.

"Hey! You little brat, how dare you talk to your grandpa like that! If I don't give you a good beating when we get home, you'll really think I'm a pushover!"

"A little bit."

The child made a face, glanced at the stage, and then scurried off to a corner.

On the stage.

"Yu Ji, do you have any regrets?"

"I will follow Your Majesty, through life and death, without regret."

The melodious lyrics and flowery tunes depict the sorrow of parting in life and death.

The child ran and ran until he reached a spacious place, then suddenly stopped, holding a flower in his hand, and gracefully turned around. His little mouth was slightly open, and a melodious tune flowed from his lips.

"I will follow Your Majesty, through life and death, without regret."

Unfortunately, this scene was quickly swallowed up by the departing crowd.

The old man sat there, watching the sea of ​​people. He stroked his long beard with satisfaction.

"Just like me! Just like me!"

.......

Backstage

A man in a suit, wearing glasses, and with a slicked-back hairstyle parted in the middle, kept bowing and thanking an actor who was removing his makeup.

"Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Xia. This was a great success. If it weren't for you saving the day, the whole show would have been a disaster."

The actor, with a refined demeanor, stopped removing his makeup. He smiled gently at the man in the suit and said, "Sir, there's no need for such formalities. It's unavoidable for actors to get sick. Helping you was just a small favor."

"That's true, but I hope you can understand my gratitude."

The man in the suit never stopped smiling as he pulled a bulging envelope from his pocket: "Mr. Xia, this is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will understand."

Xia Changhe was taken aback, pushed the envelope back, and smiled slightly: "Sir, the price we agreed on before is fine, there's no need for that."

“Sir, you are truly virtuous. I have no other intention than to make friends with you. If possible, I hope you can stay with our organization for a long time.” The man in the suit, seeing that he had been rejected, was not embarrassed and said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, performing opera is not my profession, and I also have some things to take care of, so I can't stay in one place for long. I'm really sorry."

Xia Changhe wore a refined and easygoing smile, but his tone was very firm.

"Ah, okay."

Seeing this, the man in the suit didn't insist. He took out another thin envelope from his pocket and handed it to Xia Changhe. Only then did Xia Changhe accept it.

"father!"

A vibrant voice rang out.

The child ran over with small steps.

"Approaching the Abyss".

Xia Changhe smiled and nodded.

Xia Linyuan ran to Xia Changhe's side and hugged Xia Changhe's leg tightly.

"Dad, your portrayal of Xiang Yu was superb! It's just that you didn't have enough lines!"

Xia Changhe slowly withdrew his hand, which was about to pat the man's head. He gave the man in the suit an awkward smile.

"This is my son, Xia Linyuan."

"Lin Yuan, why don't you say hello to Uncle Ye?"

Xia Linyuan then released his grip and looked up at the man in the suit. Without any shyness, he bowed respectfully and said in a soft voice, "This humble one, Xia Linyuan, greets Uncle Ye."

Ye Chenglan saw that the boy in front of her had delicate features, bright teeth, and especially a pair of big, expressive eyes that seemed to be born for opera. She immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards him: "Young man? You can sing opera too?"

Of course I can sing.

"Chen Sanliang is reckless in the hall, and the ignorant old man understands: how can you pass the imperial examinations? How can you become a pillar of the nation..."

Xia Linyuan opened his mouth and sang "Chen Liang Pa San Tang" with clear articulation and melodious tune. Ye Chenglan was completely stunned.

After a while, Ye Chenglan said to Xia Changhe, "Your son is truly a prodigy. To be honest, I am from the Ye family of Peach Blossom Garden. If you would like..."

Xia Changhe interrupted Ye Chenglan with a slight movement in his eyes: "I'm so sorry. My son has made a fool of himself. Singing opera is too hard, and I really don't want my child to suffer like that."

“We can….”

"Changhe! He's gone!"