"Li Xuan!" Xia Qi suddenly turned around, "I have seen your speech, "The Age of No Dreams", I really like it, the Xia Qi buried deep in the times is already a fan of you! You have the courage, depth, and eloquence, and vented something that is really worth venting, which makes me always very entangled in the meeting with you later, I don't know how to face you, let alone what kind of Xia Qi I should perform in front of you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You are so angry, so sincere, so brave!" Xia Qi looked at Li Xuan, and gradually showed a sad expression, "I suddenly realized-

"Everything about you, just as ...... That summer chess many years ago. ”

"You are only different from him. ”

"You succeeded, and he failed. ”

"I'm jealous of your talent, you can always be invincible, this is your deadliest weapon, make you invincible!"

"But Li Xuan, have you ever thought about one thing, while you are heartbroken and criticize Xia Qi's hypocrisy, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" Xia Qi raised his hand and gestured carefully, "Are you as real as you think?" You did cry out in the face of ugliness and injustice, but you know better than anyone that the person you should attack was never Xia Qi, right?"

"You know better than anyone who is in the shadows, who drives all the power, right?"

"You know better than anyone that Xia Qi is just a fool who charges into battle, right?"

"You know better than anyone that if you kill one Xia Qi, there will be another Xia Qi, right?"

"You know better than anyone that many of you here are a hundred times uglier than Xia Qi, right?"

Xia Qi looked at Li Yan incredulously like a resentful woman:

"But you don't talk about it, you don't expose what you should reveal, you choose to compromise, you choose to say beautiful things, you choose to be in the company of things that you really think are evil, and even your work 'Thousand Years of Knots' doesn't express any of the 'truths' you love, it's just a gorgeous, fragile, hypocritical thing. You have gone against yourself, you have chosen to show the good rather than the ugly of each era, to celebrate the pompousness of history rather than to expose the brutality, and to use delicate characters to carve out the good that never exists, rather than criticizing the real evils. ”

"You also avoid the unquestionable truth, subtly showing only the beauty that doesn't exist. ”

"And those forces that are deeply invisible and truly dominate everything, abandon me like this and choose you like that. ”

"But in fact, you're just that, aren't you? You're just a liar who is more talented, smarter, and more knowledgeable than Xia Qi, you're also a coward who turns his back on himself for the sake of vanity, you're also becoming the person you used to hate the most, and you're not creating according to your true ideas. ”

"Allow me to give a final conclusion to The Age of No Dreams, and allow me to ask a final question about The Art of Lies. Xia Qi raised his arm and said almost catharsis.

"In this day and age, no one can not lie, especially creators and public opinion figures!"

"Whether it's you or me, every word we say, every story in the work, must be packaged beautifully and movingly, no one dares to show their butts and tell the truth that is close in front of us, we will only attack the people everyone hates, flatter the people everyone likes, we never care what we think!"

"We avoid talking about the truth in front of us, burying the truth in our hearts, and we are used to shaking our wit and likability. You thanked everything on the red carpet, but you know better than anyone that any of the people or organizations you are thanking have helped you, or are they simply imprisoning you?"

"But you don't dare to question them, you lied to the camera Li Yan, you thank them all!"

"In the end, you also appreciated the emperor's new clothes!

"We buried in our hearts the truth that is not good for us, said things that were good for us, and wrote stories that we did not agree with ourselves!"

"Admit it, Li Yan, we exist to please this ignorant, disgusting, and vulgar world!"

"It doesn't matter if you're a writer, a director, a star, or an opinion leader!"

"You and I are both smiling like this, you and I have become laughing framers, and we are following the more powerful bustard, just to attract more customers!"

"I'm just an outdated Oiran, broken, rotten, abandoned, I admit it, and now, it's your turn!"

"We are all the same, Li Xuan, all the same. Xia Qi got up and raised his hand, sad, fragile, and even tearful to try, to touch Li Xuan from afar, "We are held up to the altar by the power that I don't know what it is in the depths of the times, to obtain the so-called faith, to absorb gold." Those who worship us don't care that we're faithless puppets, and the forces behind the scenes don't care who we are. Hook up with us when we're in the ascendancy and kick away when we lose momentum. ”

"Go and enjoy this never-ending!"

"Embrace the reality you're preaching and exploiting!"

Xia Qichong bowed deeply to the audience, "Thank you for your continued support. Whether it's true or not, whether Xia Qi is a play or a frame, he just wants to say that he has loved the world, and he doesn't allow himself to make any girl sad. ”

Xia Qi pushed the microphone stand in front of Li Yan and showed a final, enigmatic smile.

"The loser Xia Qi is the curtain call!"

Xia Qi's voice was still echoing, and this final desperate wail brought indescribable sadness, compared to ordinary people, for the literary and artistic workers here, these words caused them a greater destructiveness.

For a long time, a cold wind blew through the audience.

This is already a person's most extreme confession, this overly exaggerated language is a person's ultimate anatomy of himself and a catharsis of despair about the world.

There was a long silence.

It's not that people don't want to talk, they just don't know what to say.

It's fucking sad......

Feel sorry for Xia Qi, and at the same time feel sorry for yourself, more sensitive people have the right to feel sorry for the world.

But so what?

Is there anything else you can say?

Can you change anything?

Xia Qi's ultimate suicidal speech pulled everyone into the bottomless abyss.

The bomb didn't exist, but he had done a mental blast.

"The Age of No Dreams" has a seemingly happy ending, while "Confessions of Xia Qi" blows up all the beauty he created.

It's like, really, there are no more dreams.

On stage, Li Yan faced an even more absurd situation.

The Honkai Chicken Soup Mentor took a step forward and brought a pot of the thickest poisonous chicken soup.

On the battlefield of soup, what finally blew itself up turned out to be chicken soup!