Rong Xianning received unanimous praise from a hundred mber scholar jury.
He ultimately achieved the highest score of ninety-five points in the entire arena.
The musical genius reached a new height not only in terms of technique and emotion but also in expressive thought, astonishing everyone in the realm of art.
No one could resist being captivated by such a talent.
In the previous nine episodes, he was more like the green leaves that set off Shen You’an, the blossom, with very few monts to showcase himself.
But now he finally ushered in his mont of glory.
He is not anyone’s green leaf; he is the major protagonist of his own life.
Everyone seems to see a rising star, set to burst with dazzling brilliance in the music scene in the near future.
Below the stage, countless flowers and applause abound, eyes filled with admiration and awe for the genius, while the young man stands silently in that beam of pure white spotlight.
Though very young, he has already cultivated a calm deanor, impressing and also genuinely touching people’s hearts.
Rong Xianning sincerely thanked the creators, jury, and audience, then slowly exited the stage.
As one genius exits, another appears.
If Rong Xianning is the blazing sun, forever bright and dazzling, then Liu Runxi is the moon high in the night sky during long nights.
His spirit is pure and illuminating, his nature clear and virtuous.
That eternally suspended moon, holy and ethereal, but does not shine upon .
The young man stands on the stage, a spotlight falling upon him, like the color of moonlight, rging with the boy.
In its haze, his features are blurred, only that moon-like aloof and cool temperant gently showering the world.
The creator is the vice-chairman of the Writers Association, a renowned literary figure, and the queen of romance novels, Xiang Xue’er.
The love stories she writes are intense and soul-stirring, keeping countless readers tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Especially her tragic tales, causing countless readers to cry till they suffocate, heartbreak at its extres, soone said she wrote unattainable love to perfection.
What kind of person could write such extre tales of love?
Xiang Xue’er slowly made her appearance, greeted by thunderous applause from the audience.
Her works have been translated into nurous languages and are popular both dostically and internationally, with nurous TV and film adaptations, nearly all being blockbuster hits; almost everyone present has seen her works, showcasing her popularity on par with top influencers.
Xiang Xue’er is not very tall, not exceeding one ter six, wearing a simply cut dress, her skin very fair, her appearance sweet, her deanor gentle, like a university student in her early twenties.
Who would think she’s actually thirty-five years old.
She maintains herself impeccably; no problem pretending to be a university student with a backpack.
Who would expect such a sweet and gentle-looking young girl to write so many suffocatingly tragic love novels?
Holding the microphone, Xiang Xue’er, not used to being the center of attention, spoke nervously, "Hello everyone, I am Xiang Xue’er, recently I’m working on a new novel, everyone knows that in my past works, love is mostly intense, protagonists love each other fiercely, emotional conflicts are dramatic, my writing is rich and readers find it gripping, but no matter how intense the love, it eventually returns to calm, just like the ending of fairy tales, the princess and prince live happily ever after, but closing the fairy tale book, what they actually face is true love, involving children’s parents, trivialities of daily life, that’s reality."
"The new novel I want to create is like the fairy tale book closed, it’s a different kind of love, not intense but sufficiently enduring, it may contain human flaws but also serves as the only light in the long night, in the process of creation, I have encountered many difficulties and perplexities, and using this opportunity, I propose this topic."
Xiang Xue’er looked at Liu Runxi.
At the mont she saw the young man, the vague shadow in her mind seed to instantly gain a clear outline, as she held the microphone her hand subtly trembled, revealing her imnse inner turmoil.
She quietly gazed at the young man, as if staring at the person she had depicted.
"In the eternal panorama of literature, is ’escaping love’ a profound inevitability of character portrayal, or a cowardly surrender to life’s possibilities? Does it ultimately lead to the redemption of the soul or a deeper entrapnt?"
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