Chapter 9
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When these sincere words penetrated her eardrums and went straight to the bottom of her heart, Chi Ying could no longer ignore the bursts of pain they brought.
After forcing herself to swallow them down like glass, Chi Ying was enlightened.
Was she playing a role?
No.
She was playing herself.
She still remembered that when she was a child, she represented the drama troupe in the city to participate in a competition. The role she played was a little girl wandering the streets, hungry and cold.
She was still young and ignorant. She usually liked to listen to her grandmother's fairy tales because those stories were lively, interesting, and colorful.
The limitations of her age and experience made her unable to understand the deeper meaning behind the simple words.
The drama troupe's teacher said that at the end of the show, she would cry and cry.
Little Chi Ying knew that the girl in the story was very pitiful.
But she was not pitiful.
Even if she had no parents and was poor, her grandmother was good to her.
Even if she was financially poor, her life would never lack the lollipops and dolls she wanted.
Little Chi Ying felt that she was very happy.
Not only did she not cry, but she also smiled brightly every day, as warm as a little sun.
The teacher asked her, "Do you know how to make yourself cry?"
She shook her head blankly.
The teacher said seriously, "Imagine that one day your mother leaves and will never come back."
Little Chi Ying nodded, but soon, she shook her head.
She had no memories of her mother.
How could she be sad when her mother left?
Not sad, not at all.
The teacher was a little confused and distressed, but soon, she patted her head as if she had suddenly thought of something.
"Chi Ying, who do you like the most in the world?"
Her voice was young but firm and exceptionally loud. "Grandmother."
"Then when you go on stage, imagine that your favorite grandmother has left you forever, okay?"
On the day of the performance, Little Chi Ying stood alone on the huge stage. Looking down, she saw a dark crowd.
She could not see where her grandmother was.
She felt helpless and helpless.
If her grandmother left her, what would she do?
Her grandmother was so good to her. She did not want her to leave.
Her chest exploded with uncontrollable grievances and sadness, and tears rolled down her milky white cheeks in large droplets.
When she opened her mouth again, her soft voice began to choke.
The audience applauded.
After the performance, the teacher rubbed her head. "Great!"
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