Sesame paste little actors have no freedom!

——Liang Xing's life is just a children's picture book:

P1

The stick figure version Xiao Liangxing was born!

He is a child who loves to laugh. His smiling face can make everyone like him and give him vanity and happiness.

But Xiao Liangxing took off the mask and looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't see any expression.

He is lost.

P2

Dad is unemployed at home, and mom is anxious.The quarrel was loud and loud.

You can see that there are many scratches on the tables and benches, one pair of glasses and ceramic plates are missing, and the sharp pieces are all in the garbage, wrapped in plastic bags and thrown away.

Xiao Liangxing didn't want to talk to his parents.There is no conscience and no kindness in anger.

His family members couldn't give him joy, and their words were as sharp as a knife.

P3

Shameful but useful to escape, no one can deny this truth!What Xiaoliang Xing can do is to put on headphones and go to a distant place (the dreamland brought by the movie) to find happiness.

Mr. Yin is active in the movie, and that handsome gentleman with superb acting skills satisfies all his delusions.Mr. Yin is ever-changing. He can be the heir of a wealthy family, the noble son of a poor family, the serious student president, the leader in suits and leather shoes, he can also be a god of immortality, a mage from another world, a cyber-artificial human... Mr. Yin omnipresent.

For Liang Xing, Mr. Yin is a god who believes in a totem, is imitated and worshipped.He will take off his smiling face to the shadow of Mr. Yin, showing the face that really belongs to Liang Xing.

He embraces a phantom for love and redemption.As long as Yin Zhi is around, Liang Xing can disappear into the real world and live happily.

P4

But Mom and Dad are broken, oh, the family is broken.

When the family was broken, Xiao Liangxing found out that he had a family, but now it is gone.Sure enough, a person only finds that he has it when he loses it, and only when he loses his relatives does he find that his relatives have existed.

But Yin Zhi is different.Fantasy, like a movie disc, is eternal.Yin Zhi is Liang Xing's inner pillar, a belief in dreams, even if Yin Zhi is missing and has no information, but Liang Xing recognizes and remembers movies, Yin Zhi is a living god.

When Xiao Liangxing took off the mask, he embraced the phantom in his dream and merged with the character played by Yin Zhi.At that time, he could be anyone and have any appearance that was needed.

P5

Xiao Liangxing cheers for himself!To repay the master's kindness, work hard!

He began to imitate the appearance of his colleagues, imitating the appearance of "colleagues".Spy to imitate the spy's actor!Whether you are a spy or an actor, you have to understand a truth, and you have to deceive yourself in the play.

In fact, Xiao Liangxing did a good job.

But acting is not hard work.

P6

There seems to be an unwritten dogma in this world that work is hard work, but we can't say it outright.As for the death, you can't even tell whether it was the indirect murder of the boss through work, the indirect murder of the opponent through competitive pressure, or the suicide of the person involved.Anxiety is a contagious virus, not to mention, Liang Xing is still imitating his friends around him.

His new friend, a young actor, died socially because his opponent revealed his black history.A friend confided to Liang Xing: I thought I could make a fortune being an idol, but I can't.If the human setting collapses, the person will die!The social death of an artist is death, because everything about an artist is under the eyes of the public and there is no freedom.

Xiao Liangxing asked him, can't he be a little stronger?

The little actor friend said, I want to live!I want to live like a human!

As a result, the little actor friend who was desperately trying to survive jumped off the building and died.For a while, Xiao Liangxing didn't know how to imitate him, how to die like him?Still want to live?He felt real anxiety in the imitation, but he didn't know whether it was acting or real.

P7

Later, the colleague who pretended to be an illegitimate fan also died.

Although this friend always speaks badly to Liang Xing in the play - laughing at the unknown actor with a vicious illegitimate attitude.

But in fact, a colleague said to him in private: "It's very dangerous inside, one day you can't hold on anymore, come to me and find someone to take you out, life is at stake!"

Why can we toss our own lives while saying that life is important?In the end, he died, and the person became a pool of blood.

P8

The brain-shattered body fell to a corner of the bustling city.In the gorgeous death, the virtual heat is rising.There is a lot of false news, and people who are numb by the information just want to see who benefits.

As for knowing the truth... that is really a thankless and useless thing.

Liang Xing, who was squatting in the bathroom and smoking, blamed his colleague's death on his strike-up.If he hadn't run to talk to a colleague, maybe the colleague wouldn't have fallen?

He took off his smiling face and cried, feeling that running away from his showbiz anxieties was like running away from his family as a teenager.Only when people lose it will they find out that friends do exist.

P9

So, who gave entertainment companies the right to create death, consume death, avoid death, and ignore death?Is it human nature?

Coincidentally, the boss Xiao Liangxing met by chance was named Renxing.

This Renxing is the mastermind behind the scenes, and he is also a psychopath.

Xiao Liangxing didn't care about Renxing's life or death at all, nor did he care about Renxing's obsession with his face, he just wanted to let Renxing pay for his life as soon as possible.He didn't understand how bad a person could be, that he would relish peeling off human skin while hating the cannibalistic rules of the entertainment industry?

P10

It wasn't until he met Qi Yuan, an electronic ghost, that Liang Xing could give that kind of person a definition - a beast.

Can a person who oppresses himself, transforms himself, numbs himself, and assimilates himself to the world for a better future be called a kind of animal?Animals do not know death, they are simple and ignorant, and their meat is very delicious.Animals die with good wishes, and their death becomes a daily routine.

The human world is a paradise for animals, and animals constitute the part of the engine that speeds up the operation of the world.The function of animals is to compete for other people's rations to overdraw their own happiness.

Because of their superficial focus on the environment, they lose their ability to discern and simply move in the right direction.Animals lost their freedom.

P11

"A better future" should have been Schrödinger's word.

It renders different results under different values.Different people's gazes and the words themselves are intertwined-relationships-can produce different genotypes.

But beasts—had a powerful assimilation attribute that was 100% civilized!Their "goodness" can only be "their goodness".Cooked meat only needs to be tasty to serve.

Ren Xing, who hates the rules of the entertainment industry and succumbs to the rules of the entertainment industry, is also a kind of beast.As for murdering innocent relatives, this is even more so.

P12

Xiaoliang Xing can play with a cute pigeon, but will never forgive the pigeon's criminal facts (the same is true for Ren Xing).

A really good actor, like Yin Zhi, has the ability to disguise himself.They are good at hypocrisy.

But Xiao Liangxing found out——Yin Zhi is Ren Xing.Not only that, but Ren Xing, Qi Yuan, and Mr. Dong were still in a circle that Liang Xing could not get involved in.He is an outsider, a traitor, a human lamp.

The smirking mask suddenly cracked.

P13

Now, Xiao Liangxing, the stick figure in the picture book, can use his hands to compare the shadow - and talk to his heart:

Master (hand shadow): Liang Xing, where's your information?

Xiao Liangxing (hand shadow): It's on, it's on!

Master (hand shadow): I worked so hard to bring you up...

Xiao Liangxing (hand shadow): I can't coo, I can't coo!

Renxing (hand shadow): Touch me.

Xiao Liangxing (hand shadow): But sir, there should be no author in the story.

Renxing (hand shadow): Liang Xing is mine, touch me...

Will there be a page 14?Will there be an infatuation that dances vigorously?

Liang Xing didn't know.Human beings have their own fantasy picture books printed on the retina of their right eye, but for a while he couldn't recognize the three capitalized Chinese characters "Touch Me".

If it's a movie, there should be shots.The camera will recede, recede... until Liang Xing's front can be fully captured.

Liang Xing still wore the amber eyes that Renxing gave him.Brown and amber, blending into his body.

The right eye is closed, but the left eye (prosthetic eye) is open.The amber iris pattern changes under the light and shadow, gradually forming the silhouettes of Liang Xing and Renxing.

Only the left eye of Liang Xing in silhouette is colored, and the rest of the body is black.Silhouette Renxing's face and hands and feet (lower limbs) are flesh-colored, and the rest of the body is black.

Sombra is their flesh and blood, which will decay over time.The finite life blends in death, and the black silhouettes stick together, turning into a puddle of rotten water and disappearing into the land.And those mechanical parts are eternal—Liang Xing's eyeballs, Renxing's face, hands and feet.

The sound of a heartbeat can be heard outside the frame.

It was an immortal infatuation.That is a diseased, crazy and out-of-control heart, and human reason gives him the definition of "morbid madness".How could a mechanical heart be emotionally attached to its enemies?Why would it please its enemies?This is unreasonable, it is a bug!It's a mistake!it is bad!

So the action of a mechanical heart desperately approaching the mechanical stump, is it love?

Can machines understand love?

Isn't the "love" of mechanical coding and programming a kind of bug or virus?

The mechanical heart rolled and rolled between the stumps, pushing the amber prosthetic eye into Renxing's hand, and piled the limbs and face together again.

There is no expression on Renxing's face, just like when Renxing was alive, the mechanical face is indifferent.

But Liang Xing's mechanical heart must roll to Renxing's stump.

Liang Xing closed his eyes.

In his fantasy, he saw his heart, like a homeless kitten, getting into Renxing's other palm.

Heartbeat—breathing—heartbeat—breathing—

He felt very happy, very warm, and found the feeling of home, like a fluffy lonely bee returned to the rose nest covered with pollen and nectar, the pollen dripped on his body, and the nectar was soft against his skin body, he can sleep without worry...

But Liang Xing woke himself up by pouring cold water from the flower pot.He is good at learning Yinzhi (or Renxing).These cold and transparent liquids cover mixed feelings and shameful tears, and bring burdened souls back to flesh and blood.

Liang Xing opened his eyes and stared at himself carefully.His facial nerves were stiff and numb from the cold.

Qi Yuan died, the task was completed, Liang Xing repaid his master for his kindness, and also avenged his colleagues, and then he had to make Ren Xing pay the price.

He made an agreement with Renxing that he would finish Renxing's drama as Renxing's private actor.He made an agreement with Renxing that if the play is over, Renxing can copy his own consciousness and fulfill Mr. Dong's long-cherished wish...

Of course, after that, Liang Xing would flee with the virus before Mr. Dong found it.He will also copy his consciousness into the virus, so that he can monitor Renxing to stop committing crimes.They will forever be guards and prisoners in the prison of the virus, love each other or hate each other forever...

Before that, however, he had to finish a play.

It's ridiculous to say that the dream of "becoming a Uranus superstar" that it joked about at the beginning has now become a passing cloud.

—— Renxing's life is just a play:

Chew.

The family dined in the beautifully furnished living room.His father is a vulgar and rigid civil servant, and his mother is a mindless vase wife.

You are their child.

Ornate chandeliers illuminate the family of three, but they are too busy looking at their phones to look at each other's faces.

The camera backs up and walks slowly through the gate.There was a clap of applause through the white gate.

The rain was rustling, and there were more drops of water on the lens.The handheld camera wobbles and spins, landing on you.With half of your face swollen, you packed your luggage and left home with a broken umbrella.

Depressed bus station, the world is gray.

You look at the metal billboards and trash cans filled with rainwater, and lose yourself in the colorful world refracted by countless water droplets.

A bright yellow bus passed by, the mud splashed by the tires splashed on your trousers, and the ferocious water marks were mottled like blood.Rain and muddy water were on the steel pedals, and the narrow and dilapidated door was blown turbulently by the wind.You stand tangled in front of the car and never step on the pedal.

The driver leaned over the steering wheel and breathed out the window.

At this moment, you decide to step on the pedals and get in the car—you want to go to an unknown place with a car of strangers—but in an instant, your brain gets hot, and you return to the original place entangled.

until the engine hums...

You ran to hide from the rain under the bridge that no one saw, and when your imaginary brain disc player read the information from the disc, you saw a huge machine.

A giant disc player appeared on the stage, and people ran desperately on the disc, but they were afraid of being caught and eaten by some monster behind.

Is it because of the huge centrifugal force generated by the rotation of the disc that everyone is forced to feel the fear of being thrown to the outer layer and out of the world?

Once you get thrown in the outer circle, you have to walk more to keep yourself in line with everyone else, and as far as being thrown out - that's it.

People's fear was reflected on the giant disc player on the stage. People were compressed neatly, dehydrated, and turned into skins, but they were still running.

Many people are looking for a channel to jump to the inner circle, want to be closer to the center of the world.

What is the answer?It is a superpower called "Shameless".

So those mechanical extras tore off their skins, used their own human skin to make pedals, and jumped from the outer layer to the inner layer.

What are those people who work hard to provide speed for social CDs, what are they thinking?

Want to throw yourself out?

Or, to become a "better person" and betray your own face, and become a ruthless promotion machine?

You see a hapless human machine thrown out and smashed into a bloody wall.

No.The screenwriter doesn't understand the people who get thrown out, and he doesn't understand the giant meat grinder.

The turntables spinning on the stage are only part of the world—the part that the main character sees.

You stare at the bewildered face of the group performance machine, and shuttle among the inorganic figures.

Suddenly, the shadow of a strange man appeared between Feixu Baixue. He should not be "your" father but your father.In an instant, the strange man melted into the snowflakes on the stage again.

That's just a stranger, right, actor...

You removed your face, threw it into the trash can, and walked towards the entertainment company.

Actors don't need faces. For you, hypocrisy is really a simple thing.

You are an imitator of the rules of the world, a container for character information, a thing.

In this place where demons dance, anything that can be used is a thing, a person is a thing, a human body is a thing, and desire is a thing.

Excessive use of oneself for the sake of the future is nothing more than a kind of desperation. There is an invisible force that cramps and skins people invisibly, and people don't know it and don't care.After all, vanity skins infused with gold, silver and fame can be driven without flesh and blood. They can be chairs, tables, beds, food, excrement, carriers of desire, receptors of desire, and even fuel...

Because they are used as things, people lose their distinction from delicate dolls, and there is only a price tag left to measure their value, and they are happy to enjoy the process of selling themselves and selling their lives cheaply.

As an actor, you have participated in performing arts projects again and again, and experienced one unknown play after another.

Dancing with actors, you start to feel lost, empty.

The dancing limbs are weak and drooping on your shoulders, you find that running hard is useless, you are not reconciled, you look at the well-behaved little boy sleeping next to the investor, and feel that you have suddenly become an "old thing".You didn't lose anything, you just mortgaged your time, lost your health, and exchanged a piece of emptiness.

Can anyone give a cuddle to a dirty bear sleeping in a trash can?

Even if you see it, you pass by the bear.

The rules of the world put pressure on you, your happiness becomes unhappiness, and in the end you can only relieve it with desire.

Dancing with the machines, you embrace a hundred pairs of strangers' hands on stage.In countless lonely nights, you exchanged hypocritical thoughts with them.

The flirting and infatuation are all fake, only the feeling of physical orgasm is real.

When you reach the clouds, you realize that you are alive.Only at that time, people can get a pinnacle of freedom, you can be respected, accepted, watched, loved...

But the sexual desire is only for a moment, you are not reconciled, you are looking for a substitute for this freedom, to resist the illusion of being alive as an object.

Lenses, flashes, global illumination.

When you are acting, when you are watched, when you are praised by thousands of people, you feel happy.Not only vanity, but also because one's own life has been recognized by non-material.you live.Although this is also an illusion.But when the little match girl strikes a spark and sees her grandma, she must be much happier than suffering in the snow herself.

The role of an actor is only to act, to imitate the characters in the script, but what is the script imitating?What is the script in the script imitating?

The script is narrating the sweet luxury, and the script within the script is narrating the dreamy and empty love. Only those who are tired and anxious outside the script are suffering, complaining that the drama is not satisfactory while suffering.Are we creating a mass carnival with pain, health, and life?Oh, that was a real pleasure.

The illusory pleasures of the altar are not real either.Arrogance makes you feel the backlash of the world, you are not the center of the world, nor the emperor of everyone.

The actor comes out of the illusion of acting, but a lowly actor, because the hand of the public will pull you down, and the thrill of being able to step on your foot.

Why?

You don't know why the victim is you!

Their deliberate and unscrupulous malice are all vented on you, and your reputation is but a laughing stock to them.

They crazily vent their hatred and malice towards the world on you, and they will not hesitate to inflict any venom that can be poured on you.

abuse!humiliation!slander!rumor! PS posthumous photos!sarcastic comments!Disgusted by colleagues!

Any friend who speaks for you will be questioned and cast aside!

You are alone, a sacrifice.

You are creating a mass carnival with pain, health, life.

So, you decide to sleep forever in desire, and experience the real feeling of being alive in alcohol and pleasure.

Have a dream, wake up, you lost your limbs.

Only after you lost your limbs did you realize that you really hoped that you could live a good life.

But who can give you a pair of gentle hands?With your messy appearance, who can consecrate you to the altar, or just kiss your wound tenderly.

Arrogant and pathetic princess, you are chased and bitten by those hideous piranhas.In the myth, Io who was turned into a cow and tortured by a gadfly can still run, but you have no hands and feet.

You want to leave this hypocritical world and go to hell, but you have no hands and feet, so you can't die.

You saw a mechanical beast roaring in front, it gasped and tempted: "Submit to me, I will avenge you."

You don't know what to do.

You touch the beast with the stump, and it gently licks your body, driving away the piranhas that are biting the wound of the stump.The only thing you can embrace is a beast—a devil, and hatred.But other than that, you have nothing.

In the days with the beast, you feel calm, that is the calm before the storm, with cruel revenge as the premise.You have gained the love and respect of the Beast for paying your own skin for revenge.You thought you embraced a heart, but no, because the beast is a beast without a heart.It just wants revenge.

You died in the tender bite, and as a skin attached to the beast, you became one, as if you were alive.

You look at the surface of the water, the mirror, the faces of strangers, and look back at your own life.

Wanting to hug, suddenly, you heard the beating of a mechanical heart...

During the period when Yin Zhi's life was worse than death, Liang Xing was just a child who didn't understand anything.Maybe Liang Xing could reach out and touch the injured body of the princess, but he didn't know it at that time—there was a ten-year gap between their love and redemption.

During this period, time has turned Yin Zhi into Ren Xing.

Standing on the stage, Liang Xing faced countless transformed and reorganized mechanical ensemble performers. He should have obeyed the character's heart to imitate Yin Zhi and become the shadow of others, but he couldn't.

"I forgot the words." Liang Xing said to Ren Xing.

Ren Xing thought for a moment with a blank expression, and said, "Then you can do whatever you want."

"You will dislike it!" Liang Xing said, "Well, I have to act the way you want!"

"I don't know what I want to look like."

"Yin Zhi's appearance." Liang Xing said.

But Liang Xing didn't quite understand what Yin Zhi looked like now.Oh and Yoon Chi died when he became the princess without arms and legs and Ren Xing, Ren Xing is not in the drama.

Liang Xing reached out to touch Renxing's cheek, and for a moment, that fake face became much more real than Yin Zhi himself.We don't use faces to recognize people. Faces—including any materialized, quantified, and specialized external attributes—are just a kind of mark.So what did Liang Xing use to know Renxing?

He didn't know, he just listened to the beating of a mechanical heart that didn't belong to him.He couldn't admit that the heart was his own, after all Liang Xing was an actor without a heart.Actors just need to act.

But he couldn't control himself, he used his fingertips to touch Renxing's ear, Renxing's side neck, Renxing's shoulder, Renxing's chest... For a lingering moment, an electric current penetrated his mind.Only when he touched the real Renxing, would Liang Xing feel the numbness and convulsions of electric shock in the soles of his feet.

The real feeling of being alive should not be in the play.

Ren Xing wants to break himself, he wants to put his corrupt and desperate soul into the play.

Did he think he could live forever?

Can't, can't.

That would be the same as Mr. Dong's copying of personality information into viruses, and dramas would no longer be lucky.

Liang Xing is an actor, and an actor is part of a drama, but his love for Renxing is not a kind of narcissism.Liang Xing wanted to be touched, and when he assumed the role of Yin Zhi, he wanted to be touched, licked, and hugged almost crazily.Gaze doesn't satisfy his desires, his broken heart needs to be reassembled.

Liang Xing knew that the man who wanted to drown himself in the water wanted to be touched.

"I can't continue acting," Liang Xing said, "Ren Xing is not in the play, what am I doing playing him? This meaningless play can't please anyone."

"How would you know if you don't try," Ren Xing scolded, "Go back."

"I don't." Liang Xing grabbed him.

Renxing: "If you don't act, I can't help you. I mean... the matter of consciousness transfer."

Liang Xing: "But I don't feel it anymore, I have to feel you, I have to feel you more deeply to continue acting."

— by touch, not by acting.

He pressed Renxing on the stage almost instinctively, his throat burning like a wild beast growling.Unspeakable thirst, thousands of deep kisses are not enough.

He can remove the eyeballs, let Renxing remove the hands and feet.He let Renxing touch its prosthetic eye, and he touched Renxing's severed limb.

The numb nerves trembled slightly because of the shame of incompleteness, and the fleshy shells hugging each other became hotter and hotter.The flesh and blood of the two, which will eventually perish, burns into Nirvana in the touch.Fingertips and palms arouse thousands of layers of dream waves, and fluorescent jellyfish float among them.

The artificial face and artificial skin are rippling with desire.Salmon slices are gently placed on the sushi ball in the white porcelain plate, and the cracked raw egg falls on the boiling iron plate.With the excited current in the blood, their skin melted in the warm and foaming semi-coagulated snow milk, slightly swaying.

The dream of the tide makes them fall into the tender matrix.Connected to the umbilical cord, the twin larvae hugging each other's crippled bodies while breathing ups and downs, found the real sense of being alive at the moment when the consciousness has not yet awakened.