Rebirth of the entertainment industry and the return of the queen

Chapter 194: Like a God
The principal and the teachers also wiped their tears. This time, they did not punish Xia Ling.

The orphanage allocated a part of the money to treat Xia Yu, which slowed down the deterioration of Xia Yu's condition, but it was still better than nothing.The doctor said that the child would not live to be ten years old. In fact, it is a miracle that he can live to this day.

Xia Ling watched helplessly as she weakened day by day, heading towards death.

For countless nights, she woke up from nightmares, afraid that Xia Yu would just leave her without a sound.Xia Ling always gets off the bed barefoot, walks through the silent corridor and the eerie courtyard, and sneaks to the care area for sick and disabled children at the other end of the orphanage, next to Xia Yu's bed, and then the light is reflected from the narrow window. Only when the dim moonlight came in, looked at Xia Yu's sleeping face, and heard her shallow breathing, could she feel at ease.

Xia Ling stayed there all night, and when it was almost dawn, she went back to her room despite the dew and frost.

During those years, Xia Ling was always thinking, if there really were gods in this world, why couldn't she hear her voice, why didn't they come to save her and Xia Yu?What she wants is so small, she only hopes that Xia Yu will be healthy and grow up like other children. For this wish, she will give everything.

Her heart, her body, her life and soul.

The other children laughed at Xia Ling, saying that there are no gods in this world, that is a deceptive nonsense made up in fairy tale books.Most of the children in the orphanage are precocious, and no one will believe those far-fetched stories. They always say that the only way to realize their wishes is to be adopted, and finding a pair of good adoptive parents is more important than anything else.

Don't think that the orphanage is a very simple place. For this purpose, the children fight against each other.

Even Xia Ling knew that, compared to gods, her adoptive parents were her real support. As long as there was a kind person who was willing to adopt her and Xia Yu and heal Xia Yu, then he would be the supreme god in her life.

In order to be adopted by a good family, Xia Ling tried her best to make herself the best. She learned to sing, practiced her hoarse voice time and time again, learned to dance, her ligaments were strained several times, she learned ancient poems, foreign languages ​​and etiquette... …When every adoption day came, she tried her best to dress herself up in the most lovely appearance.

Xia Ling knew that she was beautiful and talented, as soon as she appeared, she would be the focus of all adults, and she would compare herself to all the children.She also knew that because of this, she attracted a lot of hatred. The children united to exclude her and suppress her. They hid her shoes, snatched her candies, and tore her new clothes... But Xia Ling didn't care at all, As long as she can be picked away, adopted, and Xia Yu's illness can be cured, no amount of hardship is worth it.

But no one wants to adopt her.

All the adopters were interested in her at first, but when they saw Xia Yu, they just shook their heads and sighed.Xia Ling comforted the depressed Xia Yu and encouraged Xia Yu not to give up, but even Xia Ling herself was about to despair.

At that time, she often thought that she was such a useless older sister, if Xia Yu died...

No, Xia Yu will not die, she tried her best to curb the more and more crazy thoughts in her mind, knelt and sat in the darkness for a long time, imitating the adults in the TV series, begging for mercy from the god in her heart over and over again.

Later, Pei Ziheng came.

The day he came was not an adoption day, and there was no pomp and circumstance.

When passing the corridor, she heard two female teachers whispering, saying that the head of Emperor Entertainment came to visit and wanted to donate a large sum of money to the orphanage.They were amazed by his youth and handsomeness, talked about his huge wealth and calm demeanor, guessed in a tone of admiration and envy, and wondered which girl would be lucky in the future to marry such a wishful man .

About these, Xia Ling didn't care.

Over the years, she has seen too many chaebols who donate large sums of money in the name of charity. However, there are too many places where the orphanage needs money, and Xia Yu's treatment fund will always be just a drop in the bucket.

She walked through the corridor in silence and came to the yard, where the sun was dazzling.

Looking at the children running and playing freely not far away, she wondered, why is it her sister who is sick?
A ball hit her forehead.

A strong and older child ran over and pushed her: "Get out of the way, you are in the way."

Xia Ling slammed the ball at him.

Immediately, three or four children rushed forward and wrestled with her.That year, she was already 12 years old, and she was no longer the little Xia Ling who only knew how to kick and bite. Years of fighting experience not only kept her from being knocked down by them, but even made them feel embarrassed when she fought back.

The teacher came quickly, and the children scattered.

Xia Ling also wanted to run away, however, as if feeling her destiny, she inadvertently raised her head and saw a person.A young and handsome man, wearing an iron gray suit, was standing in front of the French windows of the dean's office on the second floor, quietly overlooking her.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the sun reflected on his calm face, like a god.

Looking at that handsome face, Xia Ling was slightly absent-minded, and accidentally stepped on something, and a sharp pain came from the sole of her foot.

"Xia Ling! You are fighting with someone again!" She turned her head angrily, and saw the dean of teaching with a dark face, trotting all the way, "Stop! Don't try to run this time!"

Xia Ling lifted the hem of her skirt and ran away.

She didn't know how far she ran through the long corridors and under the shade of flowers. She finally got rid of the dean and sat down with a long breath.The soles of her feet were in pain. She took off her shoes and socks, only to find that she had stepped on a nail. The wound was deep and long, and blood was gurgling out.

She gasped, gritted her teeth to endure the pain, and struggled to stop the bleeding.After sitting on the low steps and panting for a long time, she felt a little strength, put on her shoes, and stood up unsteadily.

"Xia Ling!" The familiar, exasperated voice.

She trembled in her heart, turned her head, and it was indeed the director of academic affairs who came running again.

"Xia Ling, stop for me!"

She reflexively started to run again.

He hurriedly shouted: "Stop! I won't punish you!"

She stood there suspiciously, mainly because she couldn't run at all with her current injury.

He trotted to her side, out of breath: "Hurry up, go back and get ready for a while... The Emperor's Pei, Mr. Pei wants to watch you dance... dance."

The Emperor's Mr. Pei wants to watch her dance?
Xia Ling was startled: "The one who came to donate today? How could he know me and know that I can dance?"

The director of academic affairs managed to catch his breath: "You child, you really cause trouble wherever you go. Mr. Pei saw you from upstairs when you were fighting just now, and he asked the dean a few words. The dean was afraid that he would think that we orphans The people in the courtyard are all wild children, so they praised you for singing and dancing, but I didn’t expect Mr. Pei to ask to see it. No, the principal asked me to come to you.”

The tall and straight figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows appeared in my mind, with a calm face, like a god.

(End of this chapter)