And the film officially begins on the big screen:
In this short film, Xiyan plays the role of a city office worker with mild depression.
Every day is the sa routine, work, then off work. Work, then off work.
In such a big city, under the influence of depression, she gradually loses herself.
Every day is filled with negativity.
This afternoon, an earthquake suddenly struck the city.
Panicked, she was buried under a pile of rubble.
Barely breathing...
She should be about to die.
Dying might actually be a kind of relief.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Just as she was about to give up on survival, her consciousness, in a flash of light, seed to return to her school days—
"I heard you ranked first again in this exam, that’s amazing."
Her schoolti self took out a pendant hanging from her neck, gently stroking the photo on it, and smiled, "Just lucky."
"Co on, who can be lucky for a whole sester? A top student is a top student, why be so modest."
"I really envy people like you, God is so unfair, top students learn differently from us, they grasp things easily, they’re geniuses!"
She smiled lightly.
Is there really such a thing as a genius?
Others simply put in more effort where you can’t see.
The expectations of teachers and parents, the comparisons among relatives and friends.
All these things force a person to continuously grow.
Honestly, it’s very exhausting.
The lights dimd, leaving only one spotlight outlining her petite figure.
Her consciousness was still stuck in her school days.
As her classmates gradually left, she took out the photo pendant hanging from her neck, gently stroked the photo and softly sang, "When my smile is as bright as the sun, when my dreams are beautiful enough, the world applauds for , but only you worry about getting hurt... The whole world waits for to fly higher, but you care about my injured wings, accompanying to fly to farther places..."
Who is the "you" in the song?
Who is the person in the photo?
The cara didn’t switch to that.
Yet everyone present was drawn into it.
So thought of their best friends.
So thought of their lovers...
Others thought of their family...
The cara kept switching and piling up.
The role Xiyan played in the short film also grew day by day, "When I have to be a perfect girl, eting everyone’s expectations. You seem to particularly appreciate the way I make mistakes and act silly.
...
The whole world urges to grow up, but you always manage to be silly with , facing the unknown waves together..."
The scene paused, her character in the film had graduated among scene transitions.
After graduation, she beca a city office worker.
Day after day, repeating a job she did not like, it was painful.
And humans are often a very harsh species.
When you do things right, rarely anyone praises you.
With just a slight mistake, a storm of criticism surrounds you like bullets flying around your body.
Collapse... Helplessness... Despair...
She held her head, crying uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she rembered the person who always gave her strength.
"When I strive to be a perfect girl, eting everyone’s expectations, only you listen and share all my joys and sorrows..."
"This imperfect is always treasured by you."
"The love you give may not be perfect, but it’s the most beautiful..."
The scene switched back to the earthquake site.
Her eyelashes trembled sharply, because of these mories, because of that person, it was like hope of survival was reignited.
Yes, survive.
She wants to survive!
The rescue team arrived, she lived miraculously buried in the rubble for seven days.
Even more miraculously, she was still only a mild depression patient.
The reporter asked: What belief supported you?
The screen darkened, and a few small words faintly appeared:
Because no matter what, soone is waiting for you.
Waiting for you to co ho.
——
The short film ended there.
Xiyan was fully imrsed in the story, her face covered in tears and dirt due to the earthquake setting, "Cough, cough..."
Waving away the dirt with her small hand, she eagerly looked at the director, "Is the whole thing OK?"
How was it? Just tell her how her performance was just now...
She was really one hundred percent into the performance, completely unaware of the audience’s reaction.
What exactly is the situation in the audience now?
At this mont, the entire studio was so quiet that the sound of a pin drop could be heard clearly.
Quiet... Quiet...
Although the short film had ended, all the audience still stared intently at the big screen.
Pin-drop silence!
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