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 sothing 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 dimd.
Xiyan took a deep breath and stepped onto this final stage.
The audience on site didn’t know the order of appearance, and all held their breath.
"Sumr, it’s Sumr!"
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 Sumr in the final, it makes 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 ga 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 ti left.
The cara zood 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, longti lover, and growing child all covered their faces in tears.
Was it the impending death? In a daze, the events of this life seed to leap vividly before her eyes.
Long and distant music started playing.
"I sit by the bed, gazing out the window, mories everywhere. Life is a glamorous illusion, ti a thief, stealing everything.
When I was seven I caught a cicada, thinking I could hold onto sumr. At seventeen, kissing his face made think we could last forever..."
The scene shifted, with the music accompanying as the cara cut through her old mories.
The thrill of seeing him for the first ti 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 sumd 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 beco 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 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 seed to be drawn into this scene, tears welling up in their eyes.
Because the today we squander is exactly what so patients facing death desperately plead from the heavens.
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