Chapter 120:
When the curtain rises again, a new show begins.
In the chaotic darkness, someone sat down and looked up at the non-existent light. The sound of falling water droplets reverberated constantly, like a slow rain in this small space, and like a sob of sadness in someone's heart.
Stories from the past unfold before our eyes.
Xingdou stared at the similar and unfamiliar scene without blinking. He hardly had to guess, and he knew how it would develop in the future.
"They" would get up slowly, shake like drunkenness, and dance a dance that only they knew to the intense and loud music that followed.
The dance was not beautiful enough, unique enough, and not good enough. Even if you want to encourage, a compliment of "effort" is enough.
Everyone knows that in the case of insufficient strength, hard work is the most suitable excuse.
In the chaotic and orderly performance, everyone is immersed in their own world and has no interaction with those around them.
"They" kept looking down the stage as if waiting for someone, confused and stubborn, wanting to use this last performance to gamble on the weak possibility in their hearts.
But that's just wasted effort, and the objective gap cannot be changed.
The star judges almost coldly.
The spark that will be extinguished is blown away, and the last hope is also disillusioned.
The gradual sound of music and the strength of the footsteps proved the failure of the attempt. The performer who could not see his face in the dark bowed his head a little. The puppet, lost its strength in the deep loneliness, sat down and never stood up again.
The sound of rain is coming, washing away the dark picture and taking away the muddy mud.
The hidden performers were also taken away.
The despairing and peaceful past, without a trace of turbulence, the past that disappeared lightly and unnoticed, is exactly the same as the memory, exactly the same.
Xing Dou heard his steady heartbeat, the distant song, and the gentle sigh.
There is a soft and moving light shrouded in it, giving a redemptive fiddle with time, turning back the river and changing everything.
Just like the story owned by everyone who is cared for, there will always be a turning point, there will always be a change, and there will always be... a chance to choose again.
The young man who was lost on the road stood at the crossroads of fate.
"He" looked at the road in the distance, and he was still stunned with a sad face, wandering at this important juncture, not knowing where to go. The dazed, cautious melancholy in the dance steps became more and more real in the background sound like a drum beat, and everyone was paying attention to what he was doing.
In the end, he will still set foot in the direction of love, and walk on the road alone without looking back.
Yes, people love stories like that.
—Even if you are defeated, you can stand up again, and even if you encounter setbacks, you will never give up. For the sake of what he loves, he sacrifices his life for the ideal. Blood and faith are intertwined, and hope and struggle coexist. In the darkest soil, the purest and most beautiful flowers grow.
This story will not be complete until it reaches the longed-for goal and fulfills the long-standing wish.
But then what?
The person who stood up again this time, if he achieves his goal, will the future really be smooth sailing? Then what to do? How do we do this?
This may not be something the storyteller would care about. Most of the time, they summarize it with the simple words of "spent a happy life" without adding more details.
Just like everyone knows that in fairy tales, the prince and the princess will become a fairy couple, but no one knows what happened later, the so-called happy ending is only a one-sided summary.
This upcoming story includes the known past and present, and no one can determine the future.
Xingdou wants to find an answer for himself from this story. It's not about stopping abruptly after reaching the goal, but about the further future.
He wanted to know how to add an extension to the story.
Although facing the slightly nervous companions, he raised his lips and smiled, as if he had a plan: "Don't worry, just put in as much as you like."
The attitude of calm and calm, just like every time he stands on the stage with ease and calmness.
But no one has thought about what kind of mentality the person who said this stood on the stage with; no one ever knew that this time the person who gave others confidence was not fully sure.
This is a time when you can't step back, let alone say you can't do it or don't want to do it.
In any case, Xingdou does not want to lose to himself.
This is a story that needs to be immersed in order to get the follow-up, but when the music starts and the performers who are familiar and unfamiliar on the stage really start to perform, there is no need to think much, everything he has experienced is already presented in front of you.
What is "the past"?
It uses old dreams as firewood and burns the ashes of the light.
What about "now"?
The performers on the stage were dancing cheerfully, but Xingdou saw another scene.
The day I saw the truth of the world, the day I decided to regain my dream, the day I sweated in the dance studio, the day I experienced the entrance exam again, the day I was assigned to Class A, the day I decided to become the villain That day, the day I deliberately provoked a five-star character, the day I participated in the inter-class competition, the day I realized the gap again... Today I came here.
Unwilling frustration, empty world, distant starlight, non-stop footsteps, stubborn figure...
Many pieces are like weirdly shaped pieces of a puzzle, intertwined to form the story he walks through.
The last piece of the puzzle is placed in the middle, which is what he looks like at the moment reflected in the black glass.
Tension, fear, anxiety, anxiety.
And - firm.
That's why he's standing here now, that's why he's still on stage.
The memory buried in the mist dissipated like smoke, his absent eyes lit up again, and he saw the stage in the performance again.
The performers of "now" perfect their dance little by little, like a baby just learning to walk, full of exploration of everything they don't know, and at the same time cautious. He looked at the dancers in front of him, imitating clumsily and earnestly, repeating hard and stubbornly.
His dance steps reveal a clear desire, a dedication to becoming better and more perfect. The stiff movements suddenly became smooth, the bewildered expression became natural, the chaotic rhythm returned to the right track, and he gradually caught up with the leader in front and replaced the high position.
But he is still not satisfied, he still does not stop, and he never looks back.
Like a tree that grows and spreads constantly, it takes the posture of swallowing the sky, and moves forward without hesitation.
The action is continuous, the rhythm is getting faster and faster, the dizzying smoothness and beauty are blooming like a flower.
Go to the highest and furthest place without turning back.
The endless splendid dance gathers, countless bright eyes are chasing, waiting for the coming future.
—It's time for him to put the finishing touches on this massive show.
Slightly closed his eyes, Xing Dou exhaled heavily, and took the opportunity to walk out of the background.
The moment the soles of the feet step on the stage, there seems to be a slight tremor of the bell. From that point, an arc-shaped wave spreads out, eliminating all disturbances and emotions, creating an absolutely quiet space.
This is the first time that he is standing on a highly anticipated stage, but it is like stepping on the darkest and quietest heart.
He couldn't hear the voice of the audience below, couldn't see the expectant eyes of his companions, and even blurred where he was.
In the infinite darkness, only oneself is clear.
So problems arise.
An ethereal and distant voice came from the depths of my heart.
—What kind of future do you want?
The future is an infinite number of answers chosen by the present, a path woven together by the past and the present.
What kind of future does he want?
"I already have the answer," he said to himself.
The dance was beyond imagination.
No one ever thought that the future described by Xingdou would be such a heroic dance.
The black-haired boy was wearing dark blue clothes, dancing from slow to fast. At the beginning, it seemed to continue the style of the previous performers, still with some liveliness and softness. The sleeves are lifted and the fabric is swayed like a butterfly, with a clear goal and concentration.
But that was short lived.
Slightly calmly rotating up, the soft forehead fell in obedience to gravity, the boy raised his half-drooping eyes, and deep green flames jumped in the bottom of his eyes.
Everyone who caught a glimpse of those eyes could not suddenly see that determination.
It was just a moment, and the moment I raised my hand, I was followed by a faster and stronger movement.
Xingdou once danced many dances, sharp killing dances, quiet and elegant dances, lively and bright dances... All kinds of styles can be freely changed like a roulette wheel.
But this is the first time he has performed such a flaming dance.
It seems that I want to take out all my self so far, and show all the power that I have accumulated to this day, without leaving a trace of regret, and I don’t want to leave a little bit of spare energy. It was imprinted in the eyes and hearts of everyone present.
The soul cannot forget.
Juveniles are more crazy and stubborn than anyone and at any time. It seems that they are burning life and courage, but they are incredibly smooth and beautiful.
At least for the moment, no one can look away.
Only the performer on the stage knows what kind of dance he is dancing.
To die.
Even if you fall, hope is your choice.
I want to be my ideal idol until the last moment.
Want to get closer to that self.
That is the future that "Xingdou" once hoped for.
That is the future he can do today.
What's the future?
For Star Dou, the answer is already there.
The road of chasing dreams has no end. The light he looks up to will never fall, until this enthusiasm burns himself and turns everything into ashes, and he will also drift away in a light dream.
This is a one-time life, to chase a dream that is only once, and then there is no need to look back.
Whether tears or wounds, the past made up of blood and tears is a firm path under your feet.
The future he knew was just that.
If everything about him was written, it would probably be a simple, cliché story.
But, a long time ago, there was a young man who wanted to realize his dream. Although he failed for various reasons, he still stood up and started again. After experiencing many things , the final final.
—He is no longer afraid of failure.
He could say to himself, I am still a madman who died for a dream.
———
"—at the end of the day, you will see my scars and know that I have been wounded and healed.*"
This is the first personal voice of the four-star character Xingdou.