Dad, please let me push alone!

The smile on the lips of the girl's delicate face remained unchanged. She naturally covered the earphones that were muted with her small hands, coughed a few times, and then tasted a bit of cloying sweetness on the tip of her tongue. She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. Eyes, looking at the scenery under the stage.

It was gilded, or dark green, or cherry pink, with colorful colors interweaving the cheering sticks dreamed of by 167 contestants. It's not smooth, but it can still sway a bright sea of ​​light.

Xu Ling seemed to have just woken up from a sweet dream, her face was full of excitement and joy. She never thought that she would be able to see a stage of this level in the first performance of a talent show.

The girl mingled in the wave of thousands of people, waving the cheering sticks together with the spectators who knew the taste, and shouted loudly:

"Encore! Encore!"

"Encore! Encore!"

Encore is the transliteration of Encore, which means to ask to come back and do it again.

Now the screen full of bullet screens in the live broadcast room is all encore. Under the background of the stage atmosphere, there is only a five-six-minute performance of the theme song, which obviously cannot satisfy the audience's desires, and the atmosphere on the scene is becoming more and more enthusiastic. .

The contestants on the stage only felt the waves of sound coming towards their faces, and their hearts were surging for a moment.

It's a pity that if it wasn't for the program group's regulations in advance, they would have full physical strength and the intention to dance "candy" a few more times to meet the expectations of the fans on the scene.

Kirimi Yayoi's expression was in a daze, she showed a big smile, and hot tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

After seven years, she finally stood on the real stage, surrounded by fans shouting Encore.

Even if only some of the people in the audience came for herself, for her who had endured despair for many years, such a scene was already happy enough, so happy that it seemed that only tears and smiles could serve as the foundation of this emotion. answer sheet.

The same is true of many players on the court.

As long as we are connected to dreams and think of the cruel competition system of "Flashdance", we can truly realize how precious the current sound of hugs and the sea of ​​support are, and we can't help but shed tears. .

Liang Xiaoxiao did not cry. She could not find her own cheering fans and fans in the sea of ​​light, just as she could not find her weight on the stage and her place in Chu Yuanqing's heart.

Maybe it's not unknown.

It's just that some things cannot be explored too clearly, just like living clearly will not lead to happiness.

Instead of searching for the root cause, it is better to regard it as a surprise box in the future. One day, you will pop out and explode fireworks in front of your eyes.

As for now?Just enjoy the charm that only belongs to idols and stages.

Tang Liuli was in a complicated mood. She saw her name on many light boards, emerald green fireflies dotted with stars, and a group of Q version characters were painted on the side of the name. Through some distinctive features, she could recognize her name. All of them are roles that I have played in the past.

Among them is even the earliest magical girl Darlene. It can be seen that it is obviously a spontaneous act of support from old fans, otherwise it would not be possible to make it so meticulous and meticulous.

Can……

"Why? What's there to like about someone as bad as me?"

"Isn't this weird? I didn't say anything, and just left the industry willfully. Even when I came back, it was the same. I didn't explain it and didn't go to filming. Instead, I became an idol that had nothing to do with actors. How difficult it must be. Stupid idiots will continue to like me?"

Tang Liuli wanted to laugh sarcastically. She wanted to say these true words in front of everyone. She wanted to hide in her shell just like before, pretending to be a hedgehog full of spikes, hoping to scare away everyone who tried to approach.

But what was faster than the upward curve of the lips were the crystals falling from the eye sockets, the hot tears, and...the unconcealable guilt.

——Social fear and irascibility, low self-esteem and gloomy, arrogant and stubborn.

Tang Liuli didn't like herself like this, and even hated herself to the point of loathing.

The reason why she didn't commit suicide once was because she was more unwilling to become an ugly and crazy lunatic like her mother than to die, so she resisted her gradually dying mental state and chose to stay in this place, which in her eyes was nothing at all. A beautiful world full of scenes of purgatory.

And because of this,

Tang Liuli didn't even understand those fans who still liked and supported him.

Only people like Chu Yuanqing in this world deserve to be treated gently by the world. People like her with dirty and crazy blood in their bodies do not deserve such treatment at all.

Why don't you scold me?Don't cyber violence me?Don't you continue to let me see the ugliness of human nature?

Tang Liuli couldn't accept it, she wanted to choose to escape, but at this moment, Chu Yuanqing seemed to use the mysterious power of idealism to build an invisible barrier, making the talent ineffective on the opponent for the first time.

The warm harbor closed the door to her.

Tang Liuli could only face his inner illness alone in painful entanglements.

Xie Qingxuan has some regrets. Her stage values ​​are very cruel.

If it weren't for Chu Yuanqing's [Heart Flow] to protect the rest of the contestants, this great demon king would definitely wantonly plunder the other contestants' brilliance on the performance stage, use everyone as a stepping stone, climb to the highest point alone, and carry out Egoistic stage spirit.

but……

It doesn't matter, there is always a chance to use it.

Ji Shuzhu stood next to the two of them. She raised her eyes to look at the eldest lady on the side stage. The sadness in Danfeng's eyes flashed away. The expression on her cold and world-weary beautiful face became decisive and indifferent, and she whispered in her heart:

"Xiao Ning, I know you have worked very hard."

"But the only one who can try to cure me now is her."

At the front of the main stage,

Deep in Chu Yuanqing's soul, there was the sound of a glacier cracking.

The girl's heart was like a sword piercing through her chest. The sonorous collision of metal and the whisper of flesh being cut were all mixed in with the crackling and shattering sounds as the intense pain unfolded, interweaving a soft and desperate movement.

No, I am hallucinating, I have to leave quickly and find a place to rest.

The focus of Chu Yuanqing's pupils was a bit slack. She pretended to straighten her hair to avoid the camera, took a deep breath, and waited for the audience's Encore to drop slightly before following the script given by the program group in advance, and said:

"Although the performance has ended, the program team has arranged an exhibition related to "Flash Dance" outside the venue. There are some peripheral vendors inside. Interested audiences can go shopping."

Say it.

The 168 contestants bowed politely, and the three stages also landed, disappearing from sight under the regretful and satisfied gaze of the audience.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was flying, and they all talked about their impressions after watching:

"Crying to death, seeing the little cherry blossoms cry, the real fan is also broken. Anyone who has seen the archaeological post knows how much she loves the stage, and also knows the suffering she has experienced in the past seven years. Today's performance is really hard work. , fulfilled her dream???."

"Siha, today is the first time I've seen Qing Bao's make-up. Isn't it a little too outrageous to see the high recognition and perfect appearance in the direct shot? If you put it out, it will probably cause a lot of attention from passers-by. pink???."

"Thank you, I'm a passerby, I just became a fan, where can I get Qing Bao's bitter tea????"

"Damn it, these two slaps were given to Yuan Xiao and Qing Bao together???"

"Hehehe, although Qing Bao's performance in the performance was not as good as in the previous performance, but the appeal of the stage was still exaggerated, especially the first glance when he first appeared on the stage, which directly made me look for bitter tea all over the place, Qing Bao Fantastic in every sense of the word???!”

"In order to share her glory with the world, Qing Shen would rather shed part of her divinity, step down from the high altar, and let more tasteless things get the charm of other contestants. She is gentle herself. I really cried to death ?.”

After chatting here for a long time, the live broadcast room closed by itself.

Full of expectations, Xu Ling followed the guidance of the staff, and came to the large-scale exhibition of "Flash Dance", and walked out of the exhibition half an hour later, disappointed, and couldn't help grinding her teeth with anger.

The girl used her mobile phone in the shade to recover her sisters in the group, her fingers crazily snapped and complained:

"Mother, there are no posters about the contestants in the "Flash Dance" exhibition. It is full of figurines, statues, stickers, pillows, key chains, and even shirts with it printed on it. What kind of extended anime setting set!!!”

This sentence was sent out in the group chat, which immediately caused a series of words, and then immediately set off a heated discussion on how to cook rabbits into dishes.

However, not long after Xu Ling complained, someone made a similar statement on the Internet, saying that she was "lucky" to have met the mascot's AI, and complained that Dream Weaver Rabbit must have accurately recognized her fan status.

That's why this guy smiled and took out a poster of Xie Qingxuan, saying that he would buy three pillows and get a poster for free.

Well, it's so despicable that it's too despicable.

As a rich woman, Xu Ling gnashed her teeth with hatred after eating this melon in the group.

She didn't hate Zhimeng Rabbit for killing people, but she hated why she didn't meet the real one, otherwise she would have to buy thirty pillows and throw them in the trash can, and each took five posters of Qingbao and Xiaoyinghua to treasure.

Xu Ling didn't give up and walked into the exhibition for another two hours before finally ending up with nothing.

And on the way home by taxi.

When the girl was dozing off, she dreamed of Chu Yuanqing lowering her eyes and arranging her hair at the end of the stage. She felt an inexplicable fright in her heart and woke up suddenly. Without thinking much, she murmured to herself:

"How could something happen to Qing Bao? I must have seen too much of my fellow BE friends in the group."

...

...

same time.

Zhelong Town, a retro coffee shop.

The magic power in Chu Yuanqing's lantern was so disordered that the camouflage failed. Tianshan's snow-like hair fell to his shoulders, his golden eyes drooped, and his delicate face was pale and fragile.

The girl was half-kneeling in front of the sink, covering her mouth with her hands, trying not to let the sound of coughing come out of the door. The sticky bright red between her fingers overflowed, fell to the cold tiles, and fell into pieces in the gaps. smashed.

pat.

The mobile phone in his pocket fell to the ground, and the vibrating ringtone rang out.

On the lock screen, the note was that the number of the little cotton-padded jacket continued to vibrate. Just before it was about to hang up automatically, it was held by a blood-stained hand and the answer button was pressed.

89. Chu Yuanqing's Choice, Door God. 5K

Zhelong Town.

Behind Chu Wangshu is a group of antique buildings, composed of multiple film and television shooting landscapes. She looks at the Paris-style antique shop in the distance, and not far away is a British-style pure white church.

After getting off the bus, Zhimengtu sent mobile phones to each contestant, announcing that everyone can move freely in the film and television base until 10 o'clock in the evening.

The girl pursed her lips and lowered her eyes nervously, looking at the number on the phone screen. She originally wanted to encourage her good friend to give her courage before calling her father.

But Xiaoqing said that she had to leave beforehand, and Liuli looked very worried, making people feel embarrassed to disturb her, so after thinking about it, she went to it by herself.

The ringtone of Chu Yuanqing's phone was a Japanese song, which reverberated in the summer wind when the phone was not connected for a long time:

"砕けた Yesterday's の相画を、ひとつずつかき集めても、途别えたページは知っている......"

【Yesterday’s fragments have been fragmented. Even if we collect them piece by piece, we still understand that our story has already come to an end.】

Dad, will you answer the phone?

...

...

pat.

The phone slipped to the ground in his palm.

Chu Yuanqing looked down, her trembling fingertips and palms were covered with sticky blood, she endured the pain, the image reflected on her retina was shaking violently.

——This is the price of that stage.

Whether it is [Flow] super-efficient imitation learning, or self-hypnosis, thinking of yourself as Charlotte, there is no way to truly simulate the charm of the world's number one idol.

At best, these methods can make the dance more flexible and the mood more devoted, but it will not fundamentally change the overall strength of the idol, and it will not be able to show any powerful typhoon.

To put it bluntly, unlike other contestants who have made [Flow] show special abilities through strong desire, because she has to fight the curse all the time, [Flow] only stops at the most superficial stage, and there is nothing supernatural about it.

At present, only the [Flow] ability developed by Tang Liuli has a probability of simulating Charlotte's charm.

So, she chose another extreme method.

That is to say—take out a few strands of Charlotte's blessing and stuff them into the lantern as the embodiment of the soul.

This is a gift from the final diva before parting, and it records part of Charlotte's emotions and memories.

When the blessing falls into the lantern, forming a beautiful blue, her personality will inevitably be exaggerated.

Under such a premise, if you use [Flow] to simulate, you will naturally be able to reproduce some of the demeanor of the world's number one idol.

And this approach is tantamount to tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall.

Charlotte's blessing, like many of her remaining blessings, is now used to resist the curse of the sea of ​​truth. If this blessing is withdrawn, although it will not shorten the life span, it will make the short-term pain caused by the curse afterwards. A hundred times heavier.

And coupled with the rejection reaction after Lantern absorbed too much magic power, it is not unreasonable to cause such a tragic situation.

Chu Yuanqing has a very high tolerance for pain. At present, he mainly overcomes the physiological tremors and the blank consciousness caused by the broken and repaired soul.

The girl was in a trance, dazed for a while, until her eyes slipped to the dirty and bloody mobile phone beside her, and she saw the answer button that was still vibrating on it, as if she was urging her fiercely, she realized that she had to answer the phone.

She rubbed the bright red on her hand against the hem of the pure white skirt, coughing uncontrollably.

On the side, the ringtone of the mobile phone is still ringing, the volume is adjusted very low, a quiet and ethereal female voice is singing like a whisper, lingering in the room:

"冻えそうseasonから, あなただけを拍い去ってって, Zero れてく梦を见たた, Memory は噗をつく..."

[In the season that is about to freeze, I will only take you away, and encounter the drifting dreams, our memories are lying]

Chu Yuanqing's ears were full of loud beeping, and the melodious singing voice was divided and dismembered, and the fragmentary words fell into her heart. She ignored it, picked up the phone with the cleanest hand, and finally pressed the answer button this time. key.

The singing stopped.

The bathroom was silent for a while.