When Wei Xi walked in, Ling Xuan had just rushed towards the unconscious Ling Zhen.
Like vicious slow motion.
Both heart and breathing stopped suddenly, and at that moment, intense panic enveloped him like a balloon.
The cold man doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas... But for a thousandth of a second, he actually prayed to God in his heart.
… Fortunately, fortunately.
Wei Xi hugged him tightly into his arms, the warm and soft touch was real. With a slight tremor, her breath swept over the side of his neck, bringing the heart back to life.
There was noise around him, but he didn't move, and just hugged him so tightly for a long time.
It was only when Ling Zhen was in his arms that she regained her strength. After the anger and fear churned, she sank down again. She hugged Wei Xi, feeling very sad.
Wei Xi is a very stable and strong man.
But she frightened him.
Afraid that she would get hurt, that something would happen to her, and that he would not come to protect her in time.
Wei Xi has said many times that she is not allowed to leave, but this is the first time that she clearly and deeply realizes that this person cannot lose her.
This terrible, blackened villain... This man who likes her and loves her, he needs her.
What about her
After the natal spirit beads on the collarbone were scorching hot, they finally cooled down bit by bit, and the real secular world opened the door to the fairy.
Ling Zhen hid in Wei Xi's arms, rubbing his head. After being shocked and greatly distressed, his thoughts suddenly became clear.
When she came here, she only wanted to go back. But up to now, the fetters have been inseparable. She has seen how important she is in Wei Xi's heart, how could she shake her hand and leave him alone in this world to suffer.
Ling Zhen is a soul born from gathering spirits. She was born under the seat of her master and grew up to be a pure and carefree little girl. The senior brothers and sisters told her that they were born like this, even if their lives were reborn, they would still be reborn together and return to their place.
Then... having tasted the joy of the mortal world, why can't she live like a mortal for the past few decades.
The fairy world is clear and bright, full of aura, and it is a good place for spiritual practice.
But... there is Wei Xi in the world.
If you spend this short time with him, it will be colorful.
Because that's who she likes.
Ling Zhen hugged Wei Xi and rubbed his head against his neck.
"Wei Xi, don't be afraid," she said, "I'm here, I won't leave."
Wei Xi held her arm tightly, and when he raised his head again, the breath in his body had already been suppressed.
"All right?" He lowered his eyes.
Ling Zhen raised his face and nodded quickly: "I'm fine!"
Wei Xi looked at her whole body carefully, then looked away, and turned his gaze downwards, his black eyes were so cold that there was no warmth.
Ling Zhen looked over and saw the medical staff carrying away the unconscious Ling Xuan. She looked very bad, with blood on her head, face, and lower body. When she was lifted up, her limbs were limp, as if she had been thrown. broken.
Ling Zhen subconsciously leaned into Wei Xi's arms, feeling scared for a while.
If it had been a little later, she would have been the one who fell like that.
Ling Xuan's sudden behavior, she just had a little guess, but after all, she didn't know what this sister was thinking. She just suddenly remembered that in the original book, Ling Xuan indirectly pissed her off because she informed Wei's mother, and in the end she was retaliated by Wei Xi, which was also the result of being disabled.
But she could have escaped such an ending, but in the end she was to blame, hurt others and herself, and paid the price she should have paid.
On the same day, because many people witnessed Ling Xuan's suspicion of intentionally hurting someone, the police came to the hospital to investigate. Ling Zhen cooperated and made a statement. Because he didn't want to disturb Wei's mother, he went home directly.
Later, I heard that Ling Xuan's leg fell very hard, and it is very likely that she will spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, and she will no longer have the ability to harm others. And there used to be a fetus in her stomach that was less than one month old, and it was unstable before, but it was completely lost after the fall.
After Ling Zhen heard about this incident, he probably understood her psychology. This elder sister with high eyesight and low abilities probably spent the rest of her life on this child, but unfortunately she was disappointed again. After her mentality collapsed, she blamed all these unhappiness on the younger sister she thought she was proud of, so she tried to harm her.
... It's so sad. I've been envious of others and blamed others all my life. I never look back at myself and reflect on myself. This is Ling Xuan.
After Ling's father and Ling's mother heard the news, they first went to the hospital to make a big fuss, then forced to question the father of the child, and then went to Yuanda, which was already in a mess, to make a big fuss, making Wang Yuan's life in chaos. Jump.
Under Wei Xi's operation, Ling Xuan's attempted murder will be severely punished. After several weeks of review, Yuanda was completely cold.
But these have nothing to do with Ling Zhen.
September has arrived, and the National Dance Competition is just around the corner.
The Lingzhu is exhausted, so there will be no backlash against her, but from now on, there will be no extra nurturing. Ling really thought, Mr. Wen came so early, didn't he have passed seven or eight years as usual without aura.
But... Recently, Mr. Wen has been in a hurry, and his career in dancing has almost been put on hold. There are many speculations about him in the industry. Some say that he has been injured too much after dancing for many years. Inside the regiment, they didn't know anything about it, and were full of various discussions.
Perhaps only Ling Zhen knew what his real purpose was, but she couldn't tell.
Life is back on track, and Ling Zhen's choreography is basically completed.
She set the difficulty factor very high with the goal of making the personal battle of the competition a hit. Even she herself needs to be extremely focused and careful in order not to make mistakes when dancing.
After seeing her difficult moves, the group leader was shocked, but also worried. But she understands the truth better than anyone else—high risks can bring high returns. If this thin steel wire is stepped on properly, Ling Zhen may really be able to win this year's championship.
In this way, even if Ling Zhen wants to leave the group and go solo in the future, the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe has already won two national championships. In any sense, the head of the group feels that he has already made a lot of money.
Ling Zhen walked steadily step by step, and did not lose his basic skills every day. One day, in the dance troupe, she suddenly met an unexpected person.
— "Miss Sissy?"
When Ling Zhen saw the figure outside the rehearsal room, he didn't recognize him. He took a second look to make sure, and hurried out: "Why are you here!"
Zheng Qianqian glanced around the rehearsal room, then glanced at the rehearsal room next door, as if looking for someone.
Ling Zhen looked around, feeling a little dazed.
Zheng Qianqian didn't look at the person she was looking for, sighed, and cursed: "It's really not here!"
Ling Zhen was even more at a loss: "Sister Qianqian, didn't you come to look for me?"
"I'm looking for you," Zheng Qianqian said, "Are you busy now? I want you to complain about your teacher Wen."
Ling Zhen's eyes widened: "Huh?"
When did Sissy get involved with Teacher Wen?
Half an hour later, the two of them were sitting in the coffee shop opposite the dance troupe. Zheng Qianqian looked at Ling Zhen with resentment on her face: "I just want to ask, are you people with fairy spirits, regardless of boys and girls, are you right?" Are they particularly difficult to follow?"
Ling Zhen blinked while drinking the strawberry milkshake.
Although she wanted to deny it, she thought about Wei Xi, as if...
Wei Xi has always been quite difficult.
Ling Zhen secretly smiled, then rubbed the tip of his nose: "What's the matter? Why do you say that?"
Zheng Qianqian looked at her blankly for a while, and then suddenly broke out: "Isn't this old lady just chasing someone, if you want to refuse, just refuse! What does Wen Zichu mean, huh? What does he mean—he actually sent this kind of text message to my old lady? Do you look down on me!!"
Ling Zhen was stunned.
She was first stunned by the news that Zheng Qianqian was chasing Wen Zichu, and it took a long time before she took her phone and took a look.
All the messages above were sent by Zheng Qianqian. Teacher Wen replied, but the reply was obviously much briefer.
In the last conversation, Zheng Qianqian asked him if he was busy recently, and Teacher Wen replied after a long time.
[My life is not long, I'm really sorry, Miss Zheng, don't waste time on me. ]
Ling Zhen was taken aback.
Zheng Qianqian was still furious: "I've been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a reason for rejection!! He still looks quite serious and aloof, and he really dares to say anything when he tells a lie?? He Why don't you say that you have a terminal illness, and you will die soon, don't you look down on me!"
Ling Zhen was silent.
Mr. Wen is indeed not the kind of person who can lie casually. If he says that he is dying, then...
An inexplicable uneasiness welled up in Ling Zhen's heart. She suppressed her thoughts and tried her best to appease Zheng Qianqian.
Fortunately, Sissy is also happy to see Lie Xin, and wants to have a fairy man. She has suffered more emotional injuries than others have ever talked about, and her self-regulation ability is also very strong.
"Is there any man I want, the next one will be better!!"
"Come on! After drinking this cup of milk, forget about that boy!!"
Ling Zhen followed suit with a smile, but he pretended to be troubled in his heart.
…
Southwest border.
Silent and uninhabited dense forest mountain top.
A man in a mountaineering suit stands on the top of a mountain, looking at the distant sky.
He has a handsome face, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, and he closes his eyes to sense the spiritual flow around him.
The leaves whirled and rustled, and the mountain wind reverberated in the canyon, like some kind of response from outside.
He seemed to be holding a piece of jade in his hand, emitting a lustrous light. When he was concentrating and holding his breath, the light became more and more intense, and finally - "click".
There was a sound like an egg cracking, and a crack suddenly appeared on the smooth surface of the jade.
Wen Zichu opened his eyes, looked at the crack, and smiled faintly.
"It's been so many years, it's not easy..."
He packed his backpack and started to walk deeper into the mountain along the direction of the crack.
Putting the jade back into his pocket, his fingers touched something hard, and when he took it out, it was a cell phone that had been turned off.
Wen Zichu thought for a while, and finally turned on the phone.
He regards this experience in the world as a catastrophe, and these years of living like ordinary people, although it does not help his cultivation, is a kind of mental training. Wen Zichu didn't have the anger and unwillingness he had at the beginning. Of course, his long-cherished wish of returning to heaven was about to be fulfilled, and he didn't feel the ecstasy of getting his wish.
Looking back on these years in the world, honors, flowers, applause... the impression of Fanchen seems to have been blurred, and there is nothing worth remembering.
… No, there are still.
The mobile phone was turned on, and it was difficult to connect to the faint signal in the mountain. Then, several new text messages rushed out—
[I'm not wasting time on you! Do not worry! ! ]
[But my wife is not playing tickets! I really liked you back then, but forget it if you're not interested! ]
[However, if you are really sick, remember to go for treatment! Don't delay when you are young! ! ]
Wen Zichu did not reply.
This kind of emotion that mortals "like" is too unfamiliar to him, and too difficult to understand. But Wen Zichu could finally feel its enthusiasm and impulsiveness.
This is probably why... Ling Zhen didn't want to leave.
Finally, the day came the day before the National Dance Competition.
Ling Zhen heard from Song Ling that there were a lot of applicants this time, and an "old friend" Song Zhi from the south would also come to participate. Although she is not to be feared, the top talents from dance academies all over the country have been sent in. After the audition, all the ones left are ruthless people. This year is expected to be a tough battle.
Ling Zhen was a little nervous at what she said.
After all, it is a competition that paves the way for the future. Although it is not good to be too determined to win or lose, success or failure is also very important after all.
Moreover, after all, it was Wei Xi who wanted her to set up her own dance studio, and she didn't want to lose the chain on her own strength.
Ling Zhen dangled around at home to relieve anxiety, thinking about action and competition system. But Wei Xi has been sitting calmly on the head of the bed, looking down at his mobile phone.
Ling Zhen swayed twice in front of the big pink bed, but he didn't respond.
The little girl was a little upset.
Walking to the table, I opened the box of the storage rack, and with a little effort, there was a "swipe and pull".
Wei Xi raised his eyes.
Ling Zhen turned his back to him, didn't look back, and rummaged through things in the box with his fingers.
A man's voice sounded from behind: "What are you looking for?"
Ling Zhen snorted secretly, and reluctantly replied: "Find the lipstick for tomorrow."
Wei Xi put down his phone and walked over, "What color number? I'll help you find it."
Ling Zhen turned around and looked at him: "You only care about it now."
Wei Xi lowered his eyes, seeing the little bit of displeasure on her small face, and pursed his lips: "Unhappy?"
Ling Zhen felt that she was a little hypocritical, but she was really anxious and nervous. She said, "I have a competition tomorrow! Don't you worry about it?"
Wei Xi put his arms around her waist, took a step back, sat down on the edge of the bed, and hugged her on his lap.
"Don't worry," Wei Xi bowed his head and kissed her lips, "Because you are the best."
Ling Zhen groaned twice, but the corners of his rosy lips curled up a little, and his bright almond eyes showed a little smile.
She seemed to be coaxed by a word.
"There are still many people who are better than me." Ling Zhen leaned in his arms, scratched his collar with his fingers, and said pretending not to care, "Oh, there is another one, that Song Zhi—she also came to participate in the competition .”
Wei Xi paused: "Song Zhi?"
Hearing the name at first, it was very strange, and he didn't have much impression.
Ling Zhen blinked his eyes, a little happy and a little suspicious, and muttered: "It's so heartless, I forgot my name after having dinner with him..."
Wei Xi raised his brows and reacted.
He hugged the person and stuck it to his body, and smiled lowly: "I remember, do you need me to recall more?"
"Don't think about it!" Ling Zhen said quickly.
She stretched out her hand, hooked his neck, and stared at him: "You can be more ruthless!"
Wei Xi smiled, hooked her slender neck, lowered her head: "Well, I only want you."
Ling Zhen moaned and was hugged and kissed by him for a while.
The anxiety and tension had long been forgotten, she sat on his lap with her legs bent, her little head rubbing against his neck.
Wei Xi hugged her like a cat, and stroked her spine with his fingers, as if smoothing her fur. Ling Zhen squinted his eyes.
He asked, "Are you busier than finishing the game?"
Ling Zhen leaned against him: "Not busy."
Wei Xi said, "Do you want to go out and play?"
Ling Zhen's eyes lit up: "Where are you going!"
Her exploration of this world is still limited to the few places she has been to for filming and touring with the dance troupe. There are so many beautiful places in the world, of course she wants to see them.
Especially, I want to go and see it with Wei Xi.
Wei Xi pursed her lips: "You can go wherever you want."
He hasn't taken a vacation in many years, and now he can use it. Holidays meant nothing to him before, but now, it's different.
Ling Zhen was very excited immediately, and touched his knee: "Then I'll do my homework when I'm free!"
"Well," Wei Xi lowered his eyes, put it close to her ear, and said in a low voice, "And... By the way, I'll make up for the wedding."
The topic changed a bit quickly, Ling Zhen's eyes flickered twice.
They were originally married by contract, of course there was no wedding. But she knows that here, a wedding is a witness to a couple, and it is a very, very important ceremony.
Wei Xi looked at her with dark eyes: "Is that good?"
Ling Zhen licked his lips and asked him, "What's the advantage of having a wedding?"
Wei Xi said: "The advantage is that you can go on your honeymoon in a legitimate way."
Ling Zhen opened a pair of curious and innocent almond eyes, and then asked: "What are you going to do on your honeymoon?"
Wei Xi looked at her with a half-smile.
After a while, he leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and then the little girl's face slowly turned red.
What, what newlyweds, what sluts!
——What are all of them!
The competition was held as scheduled, and the first day was the group stage.
Competitors in each group are assigned to the same theme, and perform impromptu performances within a limited time, and the judges will give comprehensive scores based on the difficulty and completeness of the movements.
The competition on the first day was not difficult, and the theme Ling Zhen was assigned was "Nebula". According to Song Zhi, the judges in her group were the strictest, but Ling Zhen was not nervous when he was on the field, and he performed very well.
After the performance, the judges exchanged glances, and their expressions also had a kind of tacit meaning.
— Well, champion prep.
On the first day of the group stage, Ling Zhen met many capable players, but he didn't meet any familiar faces like Song Zhi.
When she finished walking out, she heard someone talking.
"Oh, I thought I could meet Wen Zichu, my male god..."
"It's a pity. He came here last year. I don't know what happened this year..."
Ling Zhen paused for a moment and didn't say anything.
That night, the results of the group stage were announced, and the organizing committee eliminated more than half of the contestants, leaving only 30 contestants in the end. Only two of the four contestants left in the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe, Ling Zhen and Song Ling both successfully entered the final.
Waiting until the next day to go to the venue, it was obviously much deserted than the first day.
Ling Zhen saw Song Zhi. She can enter the finals, presumably she has worked hard during this period of time. After meeting Ling Zhen's eyes, she obviously also had a desire to win.
Ling Zhen would not underestimate any opponent, but she would not care too much about a certain person, she was still reviewing her dance moves in her heart.
The finals are divided into two rounds, all of which are drawn by lottery and numbered, for each individual's personal presentation. Only 10 people can be left in the first round, and in the second round, the champion, runner-up and third place will be determined by scoring.
The first round was held in the morning, and the performers also tried their best to show off their skills.
By this time, the champion-looking people had basically been revealed: two dancers from the South, a girl from the Northwest Division, and Ling Zhen. None of them communicated with each other, but after the round ended, the names of the four of them were impressively among the ten.
Song Ling regretted stopping here. She was already very satisfied, but when she saw that Song Zhi had actually entered the top ten, she felt a little unwilling.
"Sister Zhenzhen, hold on tight, you must crush her to death!"
Ling Zhen smiled, "Okay."
In fact, she shouldn't be needed to suppress Song Zhi, her opponent is someone else.
Ling Zhen's mentality has always been stable.
She originally thought that this competition would pass smoothly like this, but after noon, for some reason, she suddenly felt a panic for no reason.
Can't tell, can't explain. Ling Zhen rubbed his chest, sat in the waiting room, bowed his head and sent a text message to Wei Xi.
"I seem to be nervous again."
Wei Xi was at the company, but the news came back quickly: "Don't be nervous."
"After the game, I will pick you up to eat mango ice."
Ling Zhen bent his lips and smiled.
The number she drew was in the middle, not bad, and she was going to play in a while.
The panic in my heart has not been suppressed, and the mango ice has not worked. Ling Zhen took a few deep breaths, and wanted to turn off the phone, but suddenly heard a "ding dong".
Her heart skipped a beat, and then inexplicably started to speed up.
Ling Zhen looked down, it was a new email - from Wen Zichu.
It was a regular email, and it was delivered to Ling Zhen's mailbox on the hour, but she didn't know when he sent it. Ling Zhen clicked to open it, and there was an attached location map and a short sentence.
— "The choice is yours."
Ling Zhen stared blankly at these four words for a while.
However, in this minute, an explosive news is sweeping the Internet.
In the waiting room, someone first said "Damn it", stood up and turned over the chair. Immediately afterwards, unbelievable voices filled the room one after another.
"real or fake?!"
"Damn it, no!!"
"I do not believe!!-"
Ling Zhen was confused, and turned to look at Song Ling who was with her beside her: "What's wrong...?"
Song Ling raised her head slowly, her eyes were actually red with tears.
"Sister Zhenzhen, this..."
Ling Zhen took the phone from her hand and looked at the content on the page.
[@xxNews: Great news! Due to a night of heavy rain, a large-scale mudslide occurred in xx Mountain, xx County, xx Province, Southwest my country! Wen Zichu, a famous Chinese dance performance artist, died unfortunately! It has been basically confirmed by the shoes left behind at the scene...]
Song Ling almost collapsed, "Teacher Wen, is he dead?!"
Ling Zhen's pupils shrank and his face was blank.
The author has something to say: I think there must be smart babies who can guess it.
(The exam is coming again, ah, I don’t know how many babies are still not on holiday qaq hugging and crying
(Today is double update and one big fat update, no need to stay up late~
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