Chen Sang didn't remember when she realized that her dream was nothing more than a grain of sand.
Perhaps it was the first time stepping out of the slums and seeing those awe-inspiring skyscrapers; perhaps it was the repeated failures in talent shows, hiding under the covers in agony all night with a return ticket in hand; or perhaps it was finally waiting for the mentor you thought you had found, only to be tricked into drug use and have your life ruined.
"Look, at the end of this road is my hasty funeral, and just a few more steps forward will reveal my entirety."
"The garbage heap where I hid my treasure in my childhood is the highest mountain I have ever climbed, and the ditch I crossed after a hangover is the deepest sea I have ever crossed."
Limited knowledge and experience were marks she was born with.
Lacking access to quality music education and without any connections to support her dreams, she sometimes feels that her lack of success cannot be entirely blamed on herself.
“Every night I numb myself with the revelry and bright lights, and when I wake up I drown myself in a virtual illusion.”
"I began to indulge in illusion, walking on needles, burning my body and soul to ashes."
"I forgot the destination, forgot the time, and slowly killed tomorrow before my eyes."
Later, the low point turned into a nightmare, draining me dry time and time again, only to wake up in pain again and again.
Sometimes she would ask herself how she got to this point, but when she thought about it carefully, how could a little ant like her, who dreamed of unrealistic things all day long, possibly have a happy ending?
"A speck of powder, a drop of emptiness. A single injection of slumber, a dose of decay."
She sang softly, seemingly forgetting the eyes of the audience below, and instead mournfully poured out her bitterness to herself.
“What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. ”
(In him was life, and that life was his light. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.)
This recitation was taken from the Bible. She doesn't understand English, but she prays earnestly every week.
She often felt that she was kind-hearted and could not be a bad person, but then she thought, what kind of good girl is she who does drugs and has promiscuous sex? She was just like the one in the Bible, the darkness that keeps the light out of her life.
"It's my fault for sleeping for too long, thinking I was living in a dream. Until my body was crawling with maggots, slowly eating away everything I had."
"Flash, flash, the light comes on and goes out. Flutter, flutter, the shadow shatters and then unfolds."
By this point in the song, Chen Sang felt as if all her strength was being drained away.
She finally vaguely remembered that she had been hospitalized not long ago due to a drug overdose, and that her current state was probably a final burst of energy before her death.
So she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the pairs of incredulous eyes below the stage—
They seemed completely unable to understand why they had suddenly run onto the stage to sing. Judging from some of their expressions, they probably looked more like attention-seeking clowns at that moment.
"Now, please slowly open your eyes and see yourself clearly. You are just a speck of dust on the ground, how can you illuminate the sky?"
But so what if he's a clown? Chen Sang suddenly felt like laughing. He was a dying man, why should he care about other people's opinions?
"But don't worry, you can try to wake up little by little, because you are beautiful enough and don't need to compete to be a star in the sky."
She watched the disgruntled crowd disperse in the live stream. In their eyes, she, standing on the stage, seemed to be nothing more than an unpleasant interlude.
But Chen Sang knew in her heart that her dream was to stand on the stage, and at this moment, she had already fulfilled her dream.
"You will sing the melodies you love to all those who love you, and your smile has brought sunshine to your family and friends."
Inside the ward, Chen Mu looked at the screen showing her sister in a red dress. She had collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion, but the radiant smile that always belonged to the stage on her face never faded.
"Your short life was filled with countless wrong choices, which you wrote into a farewell song after you woke up."
At this moment, the live broadcast room was almost completely empty. Whether it was an illusion or not, the lights shining on the ground looked like tiny white flowers blooming under the huge lights behind them.
I still remember the first time Chen Sang sang in front of the children, after which he excitedly chose stage names for himself and his sister when he got home—
"Your name is Chen Mu, and your stage name is Moon. You should always be the gentle, pure moonlight."
"My name is Chen Sang, and my stage name is Sun, or you can call me Sunny. I hope I can always be a little sun that brings happiness to everyone."
Under the intense light, Chen Sang collapsed on the empty stage.
It's like a withered flower, or a fallen sun.
"Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened. "
(Don't cry because it's over, smile because it was.)
Author's Note:
The second instance is finished!! The mischievous Songsong has also created a version of the song "Awakening"!!
That's right, this is the little surprise I prepared for everyone while working day and night a while ago! Hope you all like it~
(Song link on Weibo: Mountain Song - Hurry up and start writing)
Thank you again for your continued support. I hope you'll continue to join me in the story. *bows*
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Both English verses in the lyrics are from the Bible.
Chapter 81, number 081
Yi Heye, standing outside the corridor, watched as Chen Sang's body was pushed out.
The pale skeleton lay silently on its back; compared to the wailing, screaming, and frenzied cries he had witnessed, her death was so peaceful.
Yi Heye thought of the drug addicts he had encountered. Compared to the tragic and painful deaths they endured, Chen Sang's life, though short, could be considered to have ended peacefully.
At the very end of the procession transporting the bodies, Chen Mu followed along like a lost soul, his expression indifferent.
She was like that pale and indifferent moon; once the sun that blocked her way went out, she would never shine again.
Yi Heye watched the group walk out of the corridor, and when the entire floor was empty, he waited quietly.
He felt like he had been waiting for Jian Yunxian for a very long time, so long that the painkiller had worn off.
The excruciating pain in his abdomen returned, and he couldn't help but bend over, trying to curl himself into a ball as much as possible, as if that would give him more strength to resist the pain.
However, he did not succeed.
After a chill that sent shivers down his spine, cold sweat poured down his body like a waterfall. He felt incredibly thirsty and couldn't help but want to drink water.
But after only two sips, he rushed to the sink and vomited it all up—his stomach was full, and he seemed to want to throw up everything he had eaten yesterday.
My stomach ached terribly, my whole body felt cold, and my vision blurred. My limbs felt incredibly heavy, as if they were filled with lead.
Yi Heye gripped the edge of the pool desperately, not wanting to fall, even though every joint in his body was trembling, telling him that his body was really about to give way.
Why hasn't Jian Yunxian come yet?
Why must I risk my life to wait for him to come and pick me up?
Another wave of exhaustion washed over him, and Yi Heye's grip on the pool weakened. He plummeted straight down, the weightlessness gripping his heart so tightly it almost brought him to a standstill.
Just as he was about to resign himself to his fate, a familiar scent of sandalwood steadily supported his body—Jian Yunxian had arrived.
Jian Yunxian finally arrived.
His tense shoulders finally relaxed.
Before losing consciousness, Yi Heye watched helplessly as he collapsed into Jian Yunxian's arms, his mind filled with only one thought—
Damn, a princess carry? That's so tacky!
Jian Yunxian didn't know what a princess carry was; he only knew that when this guy collapsed in front of him with a pale face, he was completely at a loss for what to do.
This person said on the phone that they were in great shape, so how come they looked like this when I saw them again?!
Jian Yunxian, who was usually not prone to emotional fluctuations, felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his heart at this moment, and he didn't even know what he was angry about.
He was angry that Yi Heye didn't tell him the truth, angry that the bastard had done this to him, angry that these people didn't care about him, or angry that he had arrived too late.
Anger is a very complex emotion for a highly self-disciplined AI. It didn't have time to think too much. It just ran through the research institute building with the person in its arms until it seamlessly connected with the hovercar that flew up from the window and carefully placed the person in the passenger seat.
I should have come earlier.
Jian Yunxian gripped the steering wheel, his voice slightly unsteady as he gave the order: "To the hospital."
Yi Heye only lost consciousness briefly. The moment he heard "hospital," he was almost jolted awake: "No way!"
His vision was still dark, so he couldn't see Jian Yunxian's expression clearly, but he could vaguely sense that he was in a bad mood.
"No." The man answered his question coldly and decisively.
Yi Heye was already feeling very unwell, and upon hearing this, he began to breathe heavily with difficulty, his whole being burning with anxiety.
"I……"
Before he could say anything, Jian Yunxian gently grasped his curled fingers, her voice as calm as possible: "I'll go with you."
Yi Heye's breath hitched for half a second, then his clenched hands, which had been tense, slowly relaxed.
After a long while, he finally grumbled in a low voice, somewhat annoyed, "Why... are you only arriving now...?"
Jian Yunxian didn't know how to explain to him why she was late.
During the live stream, the situation was urgent, and he had to use the SHEEP function to purchase all 10,000 online files from Lost Lamb, which also meant that his core data was directly exposed to the core force of the entire cybersecurity.
Those guys seemed very worried about misusing the drugs, and within minutes, SHEEP was subjected to a large-scale cyberattack.
Although he managed to get everything done safely, it was too late by the time his consciousness could fully regain control of Jian Yunxian's body.
He tried to make up some excuse to appease him, but he found that he couldn't utter the lie he was best at. At this moment, Yi Heye also became dizzy and confused.
He was drenched in cold sweat, his face was completely pale, and he slumped in the passenger seat like a little leopard that had been drowning and turned pale.
Jian Yunxian had seen him injured before, but this time he instinctively felt the situation was serious. He could only disregard air traffic speed limits and, amidst the sirens and whistles of the electronic traffic police, quickly send the man to the hospital.
During the journey, Yi Heye woke up three times. Once, he was trembling and wanted to find a place to vomit. Another time, he took Jian Yunxian's coat and said that the wind was blowing and it was cold. And another time, he directly took the little cloud at Jian Yunxian's feet and stuffed it under his head as a pillow.
Little Cloud is a vengeful creature and rarely gives Yi Heye a kind look. But this time, it seemed to sense Yi Heye's intense physical discomfort. Not only did it let him use its soft fur as a pillow, it also tried to wiggle its bottom to make him more comfortable.
Finally arriving at the hospital, the doctor they had contacted in advance was already waiting at the hospital entrance. Then, Jian Yunxian watched helplessly as Yi Heye, who was limp and collapsed, was pushed away on a small surgical cart.
Yi Heye's injuries were more serious than they had imagined.
The patient suffered a fracture of the left clavicle, multiple rib fractures, and minor damage to the left lung. The trauma also caused a ruptured spleen and severe internal bleeding.
When he was rushed to the hospital, Yi Heye was in a state of extreme anemia due to the combined effects of internal and external injuries.
He lay weakly on the emergency bed, looking as if he could be easily snapped with one hand. His pale and powerless appearance made it hard to associate him with the gold medal hunter who had single-handedly taken on twenty people.
The emergency treatment lasted almost a whole day. The first thing the doctor asked Jian Yun after opening the operating room door was: