...Wen Zichu died
Ling Zhen's first reaction was, no.
For the immortal, death is an impossible thing, and she subconsciously denies it.
But in the next second, she realized that Wen Zichu is now a mortal body, and it is indeed possible to die.
... But, but, how come
Everyone was judging the authenticity of this explosive news, only Ling Zhen was thinking about another thing repeatedly.
Is it possible... After Mr. Wen has been searching for so many years, he finally found a way to go back, and then... left
Wen Zichu didn't leave much information. The last time he contacted Ling Zhen, he still asked her if she wanted to go somewhere. After Ling Zhen declined, he never heard from him again.
The latest news was the email just received, but immediately after, news of the death rushed out, catching Ling Zhen by surprise.
Ah—and! A few days ago, he had told Sissy that his own life would not be long, could it be, could it be that he had already made plans
Ling Zhenxin was in a mess.
Other people's feelings about this news may be the pity of passers-by, or the grief of fans. The other contestants in the waiting room couldn't help but turn their attention to Ling Zhen and Song Ling who were on the same team as Wen Zichu. They should be the most affected by now.
In the corner, Ling Zhen was dressed in a dance costume, still looking unrecoverable. She lowered her head slightly, with a few strands of hair leaking out, looking helpless and pitiful.
But even Song Ling thought she was shocked by this sudden tragedy. No one knew that what Ling Zhen needed to worry about was far more and farther than they could imagine.
On the other side of the field, Song Zhi had just finished her performance, and she gracefully made the finishing moves.
She only heard the assistant say this after she left the stage, and she was shocked: "What, you mean my male god Wen Zichu?!"
The assistant nodded: "This is the current report."
Song Zhi walked backstage while digesting the news: "How come, this is too sudden..."
While she was sad, she couldn't help feeling rejoicing. Fortunately, the news came after she finished the competition. Otherwise, the idol who had been a fan for many years had an accident, and her mentality would definitely be affected.
Suddenly, Song Zhi remembered something, and turned to ask the assistant: "Isn't Ling really playing yet?"
"Yes, she is number six."
Song Zhi suddenly showed a little smile—Ling Zhen knew Wen Zichu so well, she must have been greatly influenced. Looking at her like that, she probably came here to win the championship, but it's hard to say now...
She waved the assistant away, pushed open the door of the waiting room, and sure enough, she saw Ling Zhen sitting in the corner with her friends from the group, their morale was very low. Song Zhi looked away, turned around and found a seat, and Shi Shiran sat down.
Song Ling wiped her face, forcibly calmed down, and whispered, "Sister Zhenzhen, don't think about it, you are about to play!"
After studying with Ling Zhen for so long, she became much calmer. This was the first time that Ling Zhen seemed more panicked than her, and Song Ling calmed down instead.
"Anyway, I don't believe it. There's no such thing as a real hammer, so I'll just think they made a mistake." Song Ling held Ling Zhen's hand, her eyes glowing red, "Sister Zhenzhen, think about it after the competition, hold on! Win a championship Show it to Teacher Wen!"
Ling Zhen bit the tip of his tongue, using a slight pain to bring himself back to his senses.
At this time, the people in the waiting room had different expressions.
Song Zhi's eyes swept over intentionally or unintentionally, and those few contestants who were also competing for the championship were quietly paying attention to Ling Zhen's reaction.
Now is not the time to be upset.
Ling Zhen nodded, and shook Song Ling's hand back: "Okay."
Regardless, the game has come here and she can't afford to fall by the wayside.
The number on the field is extended one by one, and the number five in front of Ling Zhen is the girl from the Northwest Division. She looks very good, with a calm and confident expression, which invisibly puts some pressure on the other reserve players.
Ling Zhen took a deep breath. She really wanted to call Wei Xi right now, but she held back.
After about ten minutes, we finally arrived at Ling Zhen.
Song Ling went to the stage with her. After they left, Song Zhi quietly followed.
She could clearly feel that Ling Zhen was a little out of his mind. Wen Zichu's news had a greater impact on her than Song Zhi imagined!
Although she knew that it would be difficult for her to win the first, second and third places, but if Ling Zhen couldn't get it, she would feel much more at ease. After all, Song Zhi failed to come to City A to develop, all thanks to Ling Zhen and his husband. Later, when "Food Room Companion" aired, she was forced to see these two showing their affection every day, which made her feel heartbroken.
So she didn't like to see Ling Zhen very, very much.
Song Zhi stayed in a corner where she could see the race, hoping that she would wait for the first time to see Ling Zhen roll over. Besides her, there were also some players who had already finished the competition, watching from the corner.
No. 6 Ling Zhen came on stage. First, I routinely greeted the judges and teachers and introduced the performance I prepared.
Then, she closed her eyes and waited for the accompaniment to sound.
Ling Zhen was trying to adjust his breathing. The heartbeat was still fast, pounding in the chest. My mind is not as pure as when dancing, and there are still noisy voices.
The first sound of the accompaniment has already sounded, and the dance moves have been practiced by her as a conditioned reflex. When she hears the notes, she makes the corresponding movements, exactly.
However, it was still a little bit worse.
Those present are all masters, and sometimes there is a slight difference between form and spirit, but masters can tell it at a glance.
Song Zhi couldn't help laughing.
Ling Zhen also realized that she hadn't been able to enter the state in the first stanza, she was terrified, and simply closed her eyes.
Don't look, don't want to.
Back many years ago, on the top of Yunyu Mountain, which was empty and deserted, I danced to the sea of clouds.
There is no audience, and time is forgotten, like a bird, instinctively stretching its feathers between the sky and the earth.
Ling Zhen's accompaniment is very tight, and after a few soothing bars, it quickly pushes to the first **.
The judges stared at her closely - this is a very risky behavior, cutting the difficult moves so early will only become more and more difficult later on. Unless her first move is beautiful enough to bring the rear up, the whole show will fall apart.
Song Zhi also stared closely at the people in the middle of the field. She felt that Ling Zhen was too confident in herself. Even if she wanted to show off her skills in the competition, such a choreography would be too difficult!
But the dancer doesn't feel it.
When everything is unpredictable, leave everything to instinct.
As a result, the notes turned into layers of clouds and smoke on Yunyu Mountain, floating gently around her. The state of mind honed in boundless time finally came into play at this moment, Ling Zhen suddenly opened his eyes after a set of turns.
The fundus of the eyes is already transparent and clear—
Then, she flicked and flicked her whole body, like a bow stretched to the full, and made an ultimate purple gold crown, which stayed in the air for an extremely long time!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the light figure flying into the air, and for a few seconds, no one dared to breathe.
Then, in delicate slow motion, the fairy falls back to the ground.
Gently, steadily, without a trace of shaking.
The judges looked at each other, and they all saw the color of appreciation in each other's eyes.
On the other side, Song Zhi showed a trace of resentment in her eyes after a brief moment of daze.
Where is she affected? !
You just pretended to be out of your mind just now, right? ? Fuck, scheming bitch! !
She was so angry that she wanted to walk away, but after that, Ling Zhen's dance moves became more and more exciting. Indeed, as the judges expected, after this movement, the following movements became more and more difficult, and she did it better and better!
Song Zhi's expression changed a few times, but she was not willing to leave the stage after all, and watched the whole show with her nose not her nose and her eyes not her eyes.
When it was over, Ling Zhen withdrew his hand, bent down and bowed.
All the judges applauded, and the contestants around Song Zhi sighed in shame.
This degree of difficulty, coupled with this degree of completion... Let them run with them.
—The results of the competition were announced half an hour after all the contestants had finished their performances.
The third runner-up and the runner-up were picked up by dancers from the south and northwest, and the name of the champion is almost recognized.
When the word "Ling Zhen" was read, the whole venue burst into applause.
Ling Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and bowed to everyone, then got up to receive the award.
During the process of accepting the award, her expression was polite and indifferent, but she didn't show much joy.
Ling Zhen really wanted to see Wei Xi.
After finally finishing the ceremony, Ling Zhen hurriedly changed his clothes and walked outside the venue.
The other contestants were not as anxious as she was, they dropped behind in twos and threes, and some were still exchanging experiences with each other.
As soon as Ling Zhen stepped out of the gate, he saw the familiar car parked by the side of the road. The man leaned against the car door, saw her, and looked up.
There was a gasp behind him.
"Hey, is that Ling Zhen's husband?"
"Damn it, it's the same as on TV! No, it's even more handsome than on TV..."
Of course Song Zhi saw it too. This man was as handsome as ever, and she felt sour all of a sudden.
From the moment Ling Zhen saw Wei Xi, his heart suddenly settled down. She was still holding the bouquet she had received the award just now, and suddenly trot towards Wei Xi, throwing herself into his arms.
Wei Xi was slightly startled, subconsciously opened his arms to catch her, and embraced the person in his arms.
There was another gasp behind him.
Other contestants: What kind of life winner is this! Beautiful, rich, and a man, and even won the championship!
Song Zhi: ... Fuck, what a show! ! ! !
She was so angry that she turned her head and left. She never wanted to come to City A again in her life!
It was the first time Ling Zhen was so enthusiastic in public. Wei Xi lowered his eyes and rubbed her ears: "What's wrong?"
The little girl hugged him and said sullenly, "I won the championship."
Wei Xi fought back, opened the car door, and praised her in a low voice: "That's great."
Ling Zhen got into the car, Wei Xi closed the door for her, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.
The car drove out for a while and came across a red light.
Wei Xi stopped, stretched out his hand, and rubbed her cheek: "You won the championship, aren't you happy?"
Ling Zhen took off his shoes and sat on the passenger seat with his legs crossed, his whole body in a small ball. The game was over, and the thoughts of suppressing it were still entrenched in her heart, but in front of him, she could indulge any emotion she had.
"Wei Xi," she called him limply, "Ms. Wen seems to be... gone."
Her voice trembled slightly, containing many unknown fears.
Wei Xi's heart twitched, and he hooked her face to let her look at him.
Ling Zhen leaned his head on the back of the chair, his almond eyes were wet, and he was a little incoherent: "In the mountains, mudslides, he... Teacher Wen is not such a reckless person."
Wei Xi sighed.
After a red light, the car behind honked its horn. Wei Xi drove the car out and found a place to stop.
Ling Zhen was still sitting facing him, with his chin resting on his knees, his thick eyelashes drooping, looking very depressed.
She has many, many insecurities.
What happened to Wen Zichu? Was it really an accident, or...
If he really came back there, how would her life change
These anxieties cannot be specifically stated, but the emotions are straightforward.
Wei Xi stretched out his hand, put his palm on the back of her warm neck, and said, "Ling Zhen, I don't care about his life or death."
Ling Zhen raised his confused eyes.
"But I care about your feelings," Wei Xi looked at her with dark eyes, "If you want to know, we will find out. Don't panic."
Ling Zhen was half a beat late before nodding: "Okay..."
Wei Xi leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Ling Zhen closed her eyes obediently.
After the kiss, Wei Xi backed away a little: "Do you still want to eat mango ice?"
Ling Zhen grabbed his collar, chased him and kissed him.
The lips rubbed against each other firmly, feeling warm to the touch, and she smelled the clean and crisp cedar scent on Wei Xi's body.
The heart seems to have finally fallen back a little.
She nodded: "Yes."
In fact, they didn't need to check, Wen Zichu's relevant reports and details were quickly reported by the media.
The shoe found at the place where the mudslide occurred was indeed Wen Zichu's own after sampling and analysis. This has basically determined the fact of his death.
But his body was not found. According to local police speculation, he may have been swept away by a large mudslide and taken to a nearby river. It was difficult to salvage the body.
On the day when the National Dance Contest ended, #凌真军军# and #文子初职恶# both became hot searches.
Seven years apart, two champions, one rising and the other dying young, have to make people sigh.
The dance has lost a national treasure master, and everyone in the circle and outside the circle pays special attention.
After Zheng Qianqian saw the news, she was stunned for ten minutes. Then she carefully read all the reports she could find on the Internet, and finally lost her strength and fell into the chair.
"Actually... you're not lying to me..."
After a long time, she slowly covered her face.
Within two days, a new discovery was made about Wen Zichu's death.
Ling Zhen has been paying close attention, and she saw the news as soon as it was released.
[@xx新闻: Wen Zichu’s death has been discovered! The police entered Wen Zichu's local hotel room and found a critical illness notice in it! ...]
Things turned around again, and online speculation began to turn to Wen Zichu's suicide. After all, ever since this incident was exposed, there have always been doubts on the Internet, why would such a good dancer appear in such a remote mountainous area in the middle of the night
But with this critical illness notice, everything seems to be explainable. Young, talented, but terminally ill. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in chemotherapy, so I chose this way to end my life.
Wen Zichu's body was covered with a layer of regrettable tragedy.
The Oriental Song and Dance Troupe stopped working for a week because of this incident, and Ling Zhen watched various news at home every day.
"Wen Zichu committed suicide due to illness" gradually became the conclusion of the entire network, and then the popularity gradually weakened.
There is too much information on the Internet, everything is said as if it is true, Ling Zhen was so dizzy that he couldn't believe anything in the end. And the results of Wei Xi's entrusted investigation in the place where the incident happened are roughly the same.
Ling Zhen is more willing to believe that he really found a way to return to the fairyland. And her life didn't seem to change because of Wen Zichu's departure.
The only change is that she is clingier than before.
The seeds of uneasiness are not so easy to pull out. Ling Zhen stays at home every day, and he is a little wilted than before, but he is also more attached to Wei Xi than before.
Two days later, Wei Xi came home from get off work and saw her curled up on the sofa with her tablet in her arms. The man came over, squatted down, and took the things in her hand.
Ling Zhen didn't grab him either, but followed his movements and moved forward, hugging him.
Wei Xi touched the top of her hair and said, "Go and change clothes."
Ling Zhen raised his face and asked, "What are you doing?"
"A date," Wei Xi said, "to make you happy."
Ling Zhen has been feeling a little depressed recently.
It's not noisy, it's not noisy, it's just too listless.
The two of them went out, Ling Zhen was held by Wei Xi, next to his arm.
As autumn came, the air became cooler, and Ling Zhen realized that he hadn't gone out for a long time. Take a breath of the air outside, it seems that the depression that has been accumulated in the heart has been dissipated.
Ling Zhen shook Wei Xi's arm and walked bouncing like before.
The two ate dinner and watched a movie like ordinary couples.
In the back row of the cinema, the seats are connected, and the armrest in the middle is lifted up. Ling Zhen leaned against Wei Xi's arms, and the man lowered his head to kiss her.
The sound effect of the theater is very good, and the sound rumbling seems to surround it from all directions.
There seemed to be overlapping figures around, but Ling Zhen still felt very ashamed.
She blushed, supported Wei Xi's shoulders, panted after a while and whispered, "You're not trying to make me happy."
Wei Xi pecked the tip of her nose, "Are you happier?"
Ling Zhen shrunk his neck, then leaned over and rubbed against his neck, the corners of his lips curled up.
In fact, I am much happier.
After the movie ended, Ling Zhen felt guilty and put on his mask before he dared to go out. The man next to him had a calm face, showing no shame at all.
The top floor of the mall is a Ferris wheel, which has become a holy place for couples to check in. Ling Zhen wanted to relax, took Wei Xi's hand, and lined up to sit.
When it was their turn, it was a yellow carriage. Ling Zhen grabbed Wei Xi: "Don't want this! Let's wait for the transparent one."
After turning around four or five times, Ling Zhen excitedly pulled Wei Xi into the transparent carriage.
The two sat facing each other, Ling Zhen leaned on the glass to watch the night view of the city, his little face flushed with excitement.
The Ferris wheel rotates very slowly, after watching it for a while, Ling Zhen loses interest. Turning around, the man on the opposite side is watching.
Ling Zhen squeezed her fingers in embarrassment: "Wei Xi, I'm already happy."
She's been so wilted recently, Wei Xi didn't say much, but at night he would hug her and pat her on the back lightly.
Wei Xi reached out, grabbed Ling Zhen's arm, and brought it to her side.
"Ah, it can shake!—"
Ling Zhen was a little scared, stood up cautiously, and then sat unsteadily beside Wei Xi, holding his hand.
The Ferris wheel rotates and rises slowly, the cabin is quiet, the lights in the distance are connected together, and there are people at night.
Wei Xi hugged her and asked softly, "Are you afraid?"
Ling Zhen knew that he was asking about recent events, so she nodded, "Yes."
Indeed... afraid.
Wei Xi's voice was low and steady: "Sickness, accident, life and death are all common occurrences."
Ling Zhen raised his eyes.
"Death will always come, just live without regrets," Wei Xi said, "Don't be afraid."
Ling Zhen slapped his eyelashes.
Only then did she realize that Wei Xi was trying to enlighten her.
He thought she was frightened and frightened by the sudden death.
Ling Zhen smiled suddenly, and his heart suddenly became soft and empty.
Wei Xi lowered his eyes and saw the little girl's bright smiling eyes reflecting the distant lights.
Her voice was soft: "Wei Xi, I'm not afraid of death."
Ling Zhen leaned closer to his ear, as if revealing a terrible secret.
"I'm not afraid of death," she whispered with warm breath, "I'm afraid of leaving you."
Wei Xi was taken aback.
The Ferris wheel turned to the top, and they were at the top of the silent city. In a trance, there is a wonderful illusion that they are the only ones left in this world.
After a long time, the man took the little girl into his arms and stroked her head.
"Then stay with me forever," he said softly, "we will die together."
The author has something to say: Very busy, very busy, but this is still a fat chapter! ! Babes at the end of the semester, cheers!
Brother Xi and Zhenzhen will also work hard! ! !
[Shout out, I am my own mother! !
Good night!