Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 649 - 639: The Final Champion (3)
Xiyan, being the first guest to perform, was actually at a disadvantage.
Because the order of appearance largely determines the lingering warmth of the audience’s emotion.
The later one appears, the more likely they are to move the audience.
But the order of appearance is something beyond one’s control.
For the sake of fairness, it’s entirely decided by a draw by the guests...
Xiyan was the first to appear.
As for Qiao Qianmo, she was lucky to be the last to appear.
In terms of timing, she indeed had the advantage.
Qiao Qianmo watched Xiyan’s back, tugging at the corners of her mouth with determination.
Even heaven was helping her.
The final champion must be her, Qiao Qianmo!
Xia Xiyan, I’m waiting to see you cry!
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The lights over the entire venue dimmed.
Xiyan took a deep breath and stepped onto this final stage. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
The audience on site didn’t know the order of appearance, and all held their breath.
"Summer, it’s Summer!"
The audience erupted instantly.
"Ahhhh, I’ve been looking forward to her the most! You must do your best!"
"I’m so happy to see Summer in the final, it makes me smile like a proud mom..."
The louder the cheers from the audience below the stage, the more pressure it brought to the actors on stage.
When filming normally, if you’re off your game or forget your lines, you can always redo it.
But this Actor stage is different.
You must get it right in one go, with no room for mistakes.
Stay calm... stay calm.
Whether or not she could find Mr. Ling depended on her performance tonight!
She quietly clenched her fists.
Today, Xiyan’s performance was a short film called "Like Smoke".
In this short film, she played a middle-aged woman already terminally ill.
With not much time left.
The camera zoomed in as the middle-aged woman (played by Xiyan) lying in the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Where... is this?
Beside the bed, her aging parents, longtime lover, and growing child all covered their faces in tears.
Was it the impending death? In a daze, the events of this life seemed to leap vividly before her eyes.
Long and distant music started playing.
"I sit by the bed, gazing out the window, memories everywhere. Life is a glamorous illusion, time a thief, stealing everything.
When I was seven I caught a cicada, thinking I could hold onto summer. At seventeen, kissing his face made me think we could last forever..."
The scene shifted, with the music accompanying as the camera cut through her old memories.
The thrill of seeing him for the first time as a girl.
The image of being close and quarreling with him during passionate love.
The scene of pledging to walk together all life during their wedding.
After giving birth, gradually focusing all of life’s attention on the child.
You see, a person’s ordinary life can be summed up so succinctly in just a few words.
Laughable, helpless.
"Is there a rose that never withers. Always proud and perfect, never compromising. Why in the end of life does it become like a scrap of paper, not even as vivid as a petal used to be..."
The woman covered her face and wept bitterly, her voice choked, "Is there a tomorrow to live all over again. Let me once more feel the yesterdays squandered, is there anyone who can hear, I don’t want to say goodbye..."
The entire short film had almost no plot at this point.
Yet through each scene and song, it pieced together the simplest life of a person.
And it’s those simplest things that often touch people the most.
All the audience seemed to be drawn into this scene, tears welling up in their eyes.
Because the today we squander is exactly what some patients facing death desperately plead from the heavens.
