Autumn day. At night.
Leng Mujin woke up after a long sleep. She had had a big dream in the past few hours. The scenes in the dream were not good or bad, only the cold reality. Because of this dream, her face was a little cold.
He stood up and sat on the bed, turning his head to look out the window at the moonlight, and his consciousness gradually returned.
It is autumn, and the golden leaves on the trees are blown by the strong wind, making a rustling sound. The room was a bit dark, with only a small amount of light refracted from the outside.
Leng Mujin's eyes felt a little unreal, and she stretched out her hand to grope forward. Her hand felt cold when it touched the handle of the wheelchair, which made her feel chilly.
I don't know how much time had passed when I moved my unconscious body to the wheelchair. Pushing the wheelchair and sitting by the window, the dream just now lingered in my mind.
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"Let's give this year's Lotus Award winner Leng Muzhen a round of applause." The host's sonorous voice was accompanied by a burst of applause from the audience.
Leng Hibiscus slowly stepped forward with her skirt in hand. At only 20 years old, she was already famous. Wearing a snow-white long skirt, it was trimmed to fit her waist, and the legs were boldly cut. When she walked, she looked like a lotus flower rippling in the wind. The scenery under the skirt made people endlessly daydream.
At that time, she was undoubtedly the center of attention. During the dinner, people came and went, drinking and drinking, changing cups and cups, and she was infinitely charming.
Everyone in the world loves beautiful things. If you can find a beautiful woman who smiles affectionately, it is worth showing off. Therefore, she has an endless stream of suitors, from wealthy businessmen to wealthy families, from celebrities to scholars, and even among her peers there are many people who have admired her for a long time.
But she only loved dancing. From the moment she stepped into the dance class at the age of 4, she decided to devote her life to dancing.
Over the years, she often sat alone in the spacious and bright dance studio, looking at the gauze curtain blown by the wind, correcting her movements in the mirror. Alone and free.
At that time, she thought she would keep dancing like this, so that three years ago, in the dance studio she was very familiar with, the heavy sound she made when she quickly rolled down the stairs and hit the ground shocked her, and she couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality for a while.
When I woke up in the hospital, everything I looked at was white...
Intention: The world is so big, you and I are just pedestrians in a hurry. Life and death are like floating in the vast sea of people, struggling to find the person whose soul matches.