(Present)
When Jiang Xiaosheng woke up, she found that her body was covered with vegetable leaves, egg liquid, and... Several hands... No, that's not the point... What was the paper costume she was wearing?
His feet left the ground, and his thoughts suddenly returned to his body.
She traveled through the novel she had written in the middle of three years ago and became an actress and heroine, experiencing all kinds of torture every day and night...
Jiang Xiaosheng was already numb. When others raised her hands, she stretched out her face, and when others spit, she stretched out her mouth.
But until...
OK, did anyone tell her that I can't sing at all?
When can I go back? (Crying)
(actor)
Enough. How many times?
Jiang Xiaosheng stretched her numb legs, curled up and waited for a moment, then staggered towards the stage.
Question. Full of doubts about the world.
Is the stage that has been performed thousands of times real? The comments are exactly the same after every performance, and I wonder if the so-called lyrics are real?
With the fresh and warm blood flowing from the wound, Jiang Xiaosheng wrote the words of the opera she sang day and night on the stage...
... Until there was no more space on the stage, Jiang Xiaosheng fell to the ground without any strength... When he woke up again... No, where did this glowing stick come from?!
Later:
"Xiaosheng, sister, I don't want to go back. I want to create a new world for you. It was born from you and it belongs to you."
"A Sheng, I was born because of you."
"No, Xiaosheng, you were born because of yourself."
[A lousy writer who makes money by writing lousy articles
Intention: See me clearly, hold me tight, love me