Disaster Artist

Chapter 108 Revelation (I am resurrected)
[Dear Zhuang Xi:

It is with sadness that we inform you that your guardians, Zhuang Xingjian and Song Jiao, passed away due to unexpected birth accidents.

After calculation by the credit system, the inheritable assets are approximately -79000.00 (accidental insurance and related taxes have been calculated).

The entrusted custody service under your name will be automatically converted from Category B to Category C. Please confirm it on the school system client as soon as possible.

You can choose: view asset accounting details; self-service inheritance matters; view Class C contract details.]

The last time I met them was seven months ago.They have been in arrears with child support for more than half a year.

They used to pick themselves up from school every Sunday.Father and mother didn't have a harmonious relationship, but on this particular day they did.

They would have dinner together, go to the amusement park, the zoo, and the movie theater.Finally, he sent her back to school in the bright night.

Not many students in school have this opportunity.She is type B, most people are type C, Zhuang Xi knows that she is special.

But after the parents are unable to pay the 15% maintenance fee required by the Type B contract, Sunday is no longer a special day, and may be worse than other days.

She chose to stay alone in a small, remote activity room, playing dance videos on a loop until late at night.That way no one would know that no one was coming to pick her up.

After receiving the news of their departure, Zhuang Xi went to confirm the inheritance alone, and finally chose to give up the inheritance.

This is the inevitable result.She just wanted to use this last chance to make her impression of them clearer.

It seems that it was only then that she fully devoted herself to dancing.

She needs a way to escape the noise of life and use it to maintain her own uniqueness.

After leaving school, Zhuang Xi realized something clearly.

For example, the welfare school she and Bai Zhe were assigned to was terrible, with an extremely high proportion of Category C students.Growing up with your parents is actually a normal thing.

Also, there are many people who are good at dancing, and the dances she can dance are better done by people or machines.

High-tech companies can clone Zhuang Xi No. 2, Zhuang Xi No. 999, or make robots just like her.

Slowly, inexorably, she realizes that the uniqueness she seeks is wishful thinking.Just like countless others.

She wasn't angry, just disappointed.It turns out that there is no peaceful and private place, everyone is in this chaotic hustle and bustle.

"Bai Zhe, why do they do these things?"

"I don't know. Maybe I want to get familiar with myself in Star City, maybe I want to destroy the world, maybe I just want to have some fun."

"Then why do you make works about them?"

"Paid."

"Oh."

Strong motivation.

Bai Zhe: "And it's interesting. It's done with enthusiasm and inspiration, and there will be surprises from time to time."

"Because what you make is unique?"

"Actually, they are the ones who are unique. The things I made are not special, I just took advantage of them. It is rare to have this kind of creative opportunity."

Half a month ago, Zhuang Xi asked Bai Zhe what he thought while driving.

"Also, why me? Why choose me?"

"Huh? You are the only professional dancer I know."

The too straightforward answer made Zhuang Xi speechless for a moment.

"Is it okay to switch to other dancers?"

"Maybe. There are many excellent dancers in the world, and there may be a small number of them who can relate to the dance of the moth as much as you do."

"Where's the egg?"

"It's said to be a response to your wish. You prayed, and He sent a ghost thing to help you realize your wish."

The surreal experience of being near death gave her a strong sense of fate.But this feeling is being quickly destroyed by Bai Zhe.

"So, it's all a coincidence?"

"Probably so. There's no destiny. At most, it's been planned for a long time."

Zhuang Xi suddenly became alert: "Have you been planning this for a long time?" "I don't even know how I got on the pirate ship, and I still want to plot against you."

Bai Zhe shook his head, his eyes full of innocence.Don't think too much about things you can't think of.

"A coincidence?"

"Coincidences are interesting. Things that are destined are nothing to cherish."

"Where did you read the inspirational literature? You're right."

A chance reunion is worth cherishing, because we don’t know how many times we will have such an opportunity.

"You just think I'm too boring. Bai Zhe, do you think you are a special person? Unique?"

"definitely."

The co-pilot replied without thinking.

"But what if a machine could take over all your jobs, or even read all your memories, would it still be special?"

"It makes no difference. For example, if I want to slap my boss, the machine can slap it a thousand times heavier than me, but it will definitely be more satisfying if I slap it myself."

"What's the point?"

“In the past, in school, some of us would pick up high-quality branches and use a knife to cut them into various abstract weapons.

Primitive people have done that kind of thing countless times and done it better, but I still find it fun to peel it. The sense of accomplishment I get from peeling branches by myself is unique.

Maybe that's a bit abstract.After experiencing many dream shadows, the most obvious feeling I have is that everyone’s spiritual world is different. "

Bai Zhe's brain circuit is simple and crude.Even if the objective behavior and results are the same as others, the subjective experience of oneself is unique.

An android can imitate your dance, but it cannot replicate the emotions you feel when you dance.

Moments before the show started, Zhuang Xi, standing in the center of the stage, had various images and thoughts flashing through his mind.

"As for the origin of dance, a popular theory is that it was born from the primitive belief of totem worship. People use dance as a medium to communicate with totem beliefs, pray for blessings and avoid disasters."

"I think the birth of dance was not for the gods to see. Human beings at that time may not have language yet, but they might clap their hands when they are happy, jump around when they are angry, and twist their bodies in front of the people they like.

The wind blows through the fields, wildfires burn the trees, and the rain drips down the rocks. People move their bodies to express their inner restlessness. "

Zhuang Xi remembered what he said at that time.

At the opening moment of "Metamorphosis", she felt a twisted and dangerous life force awakening in her chest and surging outward.

Under the spotlight, dense scarlet threads appeared on her wrists, ankles, and back, which seemed invisible to others.Including Bai Zhe.

The three-dimensional silhouette on the stage was dyed bright red, and the wildly dancing silk threads formed a network, wrapping her as if they had turned into substance.

By the end of the second part of the dance, "Cocoon", Zhuang Xi was truly trapped in the scarlet cocoon.

She couldn't see the stage or the audience, couldn't hear the drums and clang, couldn't touch the cold air of the winter night.

There is only a majestic nest outside the cocoon, with vague-looking life forms sleeping or squirming in colorful egg-shaped vesicle-like structures, surrounded by a warm, moist and pleasant atmosphere.

"The Nest ■■Sleeping Desire■■Eternal Transformation■■The Child Sleeps■■The Nest Moth Mother and Child■■Sweet Sleep■Here is Eternal Peace■■"

"■■■■Ashyinma■■Immortal Egg Unbreakable Cocoon■■■■The Eternal Nest of All Living Beings' Wishing Net■■■."

"Come on—kid—"

Zhuang Xi was immersed in the soft murmurs, and his consciousness could not help but indulge in the warmth and comfort.A sharp protrusion appeared on the chest, and if there were any sharp thorns, it would pierce the skin.

Come, child, sleep here, sweet nest—

She struggled instinctively, her limbs tearing at the cocoon.

No, my show isn't over yet.This is not a ritual to worship the gods, this is my dance.

She slapped her chest hard, and her palms were pierced by thorns, and she woke up from the pain.

The illusion of cocoons and nests faded away, a strong feeling of weakness flooded into his body, and Zhuang Xi fell to the stage.

　My eyes are less swollen and I finally have some free time on Sunday.After analyzing the reasons for my recent bad luck, I found that the title of the book probably caused it, so I planned to change it to "Auspicious Artist".

　　I saw a well-fed little civet with a round belly lying on the grass basking in the sun.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)