"Ling Lian." The staff shouted, it was her turn.

She walked up to the stage.

The lights on and off the stage were darkened, and only a ray of chasing light hit her. The silver-white light, like the moonlight.

And she could neither writhe her stiff body and dance, nor sing with a hoarse voice, but just stood as straight as a log.

"You...... What do you want to perform? Sing a song? Ji Miao saw that she was not in the right state and wanted to guide her.

"I can't sing."

"What about a dance?"

"I can't dance."

"That'...... Reciting a poem? ”

"My family is poor and I haven't studied."

"Or ...... It's really not good, you smile? Ji Miao grinned stiffly, "Smile?" ”

"I wasn't born to laugh."

There was silence in the venue.

After so many years, Ji Miao has interviewed many people, and this is the first time that she has been so embarrassed. She threw the pen on the table, clasped her crossed hands to her chest, and was out of breath.

"Miaomiao, don't worry." Liu Xuanxuan comforted her and said, "Why don't you let me try." ”

Ji Miaoren is straightforward, but he has a bad temper, this is a fact that everyone knows, although Liu Xuanxuan does not show up often, but her personality is soft and patient, which is also famous.

"Ling Lian, you said you can't sing, dance, recite, or laugh. Then please ...... How about a glass of wine? ”

"I'm here for an interview today and I don't want to drink."

"But you need to drink it for the interview."

"What if I don't drink it?"

"Then you'll definitely be brushed off this round."

"If I drink it, can I guarantee that I will be hired?"

"No, you can't. But you can choose whether to get brushed off right now or give it a try. ”

Ling Lian's eyelids drooped, and her eyelashes trembled twice: "Where's the wine?" ”

The staff came up with a carved small plate that only existed in costume dramas, and a little clear liquor in the small wine cup exuded a spicy aroma.

Ling Lian looked at the cup of wine with deep eyes, and pinched the cup with her two slender fingers.

How small a wine cup is, but it is it, and now it carries the only hope of itself - the hope of getting out of the sea of suffering.

She closed her eyes resolutely, frowned, and threw her head up to drink the liquid from the cup.

In the cold white light, a drop of wine from the corner of her lips slid down the curve of her jaw into Ling Lian's neck, wrapped in a collar, like tears.

The wine was spicy, stabbing her throat with a burning sting, her tightly closed eyebrows and eyes were accumulated, and she couldn't open them for a long time, until the spicy smell dissipated, she opened her eyes, and looked at the audience fixedly, the wine cup was upside down in her hand, and there was not a drop left.

"Satisfied?" A light flowed from her eyes.

"It's colder, and it's ......" Ji Miao turned her head to look at Liu Xuanxuan, so shocked that she was almost speechless, "Xuanxuan." ”

Liu Xuanxuan could only nod.

If the silver moon is the flying sky in Elysium, Ling Lian is like an afterimage in the wall of the Vermilion Palace, she has not even left her own name, she hurriedly took the stage, and hurriedly took a curtain call, and with the flying ash of the burned yellow paper, she was blown away by the wind.

Every word and action reveals the beauty of brokenness and despair everywhere.

"Miaomiao, I...... I want to keep her. ”

"Huh?" Ji Miao looked at Liu Xuanxuan, she admitted that this Ling Lian was beautiful enough, but she didn't know any talent at all, she had a beautiful shell, and if she wanted to get ahead in this industry in the future, I am afraid it would be difficult, "You want to keep her?" She—She can't do it, right? ”

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