[Dear Zhuang Xi:

It is with sadness that we inform you that your guardians, Zhuang Xingjian and Song Jiao, have passed away due to an accidental birth accident.

According to the credit system, the inheritable assets are about -79000.00 (after accounting for accident insurance and related taxes).

The entrusted custody service under your name will be automatically converted from Class B to Class C, please confirm it in the school system client as soon as possible.

You can choose to: view asset accounting details; self-service handling of inheritance affairs; View the details of the C Contract. 】

The last time I saw them was seven months ago. They have been in arrears for more than half a year.

They used to pick them up from school every Sunday. Father and mother do not have a good relationship, but they will get along on a particular day.

They would have dinner together, go to the amusement park, the zoo, the cinema. Finally, she was sent back to school in the bright night.

There are not many students in schools who have such opportunities. She is class B, most people are class C, and Zhuang Xi knows that she is special.

But when parents can't afford to pay the 15 percent of the support required by the B contract, Sunday is no longer a special day, perhaps worse than any other.

She chose to stay alone in a small activity room in the middle of nowhere, and played the dance video on a loop until late at night. So that no one else will know that no one has come to pick her up.

After receiving the news of their departure, Zhuang Xi went alone to confirm the inheritance, and finally chose to give up the inheritance.

This is an inevitable result. She just wanted to use the last chance to make her impression of them clearer.

It seems that it was only after that that she fully devoted herself to dancing.

She needed a means to escape the noise of life, and she needed to use it to maintain her uniqueness.

After leaving the school, Zhuang Xi clearly realized some things.

For example, the welfare school she and Bai Zhe were assigned to was too bad, with a very high proportion of Class C students. Growing up with your parents is actually a normal thing.

Also, there are many people who are good at dancing, and the dances she can dance are all better danced by humans or machines.

High-tech companies can clone Zhuang Xi 2 and Zhuang Xi 999, or they can make robots like her.

Slowly, inexorably, she realized that the uniqueness she was seeking was just wishful thinking. Just like countless others.

She wasn't angry, just disappointed. It turns out that there is no such thing as a peaceful and private private place, and everyone is in the midst of this chaotic hustle and bustle.

"Bai Zhe, why are they doing these things?"

"I don't know. Maybe you want to be familiar with the city of stars, you may want to destroy the world, maybe you just have some fun. ”

"Then why did you make a work about them?"

"Get paid."

"Oh."

Strong motivation.

Bai Zhe: "And it's interesting. It's done with enthusiasm, inspiration, and surprises from time to time. ”

"Because it's something unique?"

"Actually, they are the only ones, what I made is not very special, but I took advantage of it. It's rare to have this kind of creative opportunity. ”

Half a month ago, Zhuang Xi was driving while asking Bai Zhe what he thought.

"And, why me? Why choose me? ”

"Huh? You're the only professional dancer I know. ”

The overly straightforward answer made Zhuang Xi speechless for a while.

"Would it be okay to change to another dancer?"

"I guess so. There are many excellent dancers in the world, and there may be a small number of them who can resonate with the dance of the moth as much as you do. ”

"What about the egg?"

"It's a response to your wishes. You prayed, and He sent a ghost thing to help you make it happen. ”

The surreal experience in her near-death state gave her a strong sense of fate. But this feeling is being quickly destroyed by Bai Zhe.

"So, it's all a coincidence?"

"Probably. There is no fate, at most it has been planned for a long time. ”

Zhuang Xi was immediately vigilant: "Have you been planning for a long time?" ”

"I don't even know how to get on the thief ship, and I want to plot against you."

Bai Zhe shook his head, his eyes full of innocence. Don't think too much about things that don't come to fruition.

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Coincidences are interesting, and there is nothing to cherish in the things that are destined for it."

"Where do you read inspirational literature? That's right. ”

The chance reunion is worth cherishing, because I don't know how many more opportunities there will be.

"You're just boring for me. Bai Zhe, do you think you're a special person? One and only? ”

"Definitely."

The co-pilot replied without thinking.

"But if a machine could take over all your work, and even read all your memories, would it still be special?"

"It makes no difference. For example, if I want to slap the boss, the machine can slap a thousand times heavier than me, but it is definitely cool for me to pull it myself. ”

"What is the truth?"

"In the past, in school, some of us would pick up high-quality branches and sharpen them with knives into various abstract weapons.

It's something primitive people have done countless times, and they've done it better, but I still find it fun to cut it, and the sense of accomplishment I get from cutting branches by myself is unique.

Probably a bit abstract. After experiencing many dream shadows, the most obvious feeling is that everyone's spiritual world is different. ”

Bai Zhe's brain circuit is simple and crude. Even if the objective behavior and results are the same as those of others, the subjective experience of the self is unique.

Androids can imitate your dance, but they can't replicate your inner turmoil when you dance.

At the moment before the opening, Zhuang Xi, who was standing in the center of the stage, flashed various pictures and thoughts in his mind.

"Regarding the origin of dance, a popular theory is that it was born from the primitive belief of totem worship, and people use dance as a medium to communicate with totem beliefs and pray for blessings and avoid disasters."

"I don't think dance was born for the gods. At that time, human beings may not have had words, but they may have clapped their hands when they were happy, jumped around when they were angry, and writhed in front of those they liked.

The wind blows through the fields, the wildfires scorch the trees, the rain drops down the rocks, and people swing their bodies to express their inner restlessness. ”

Zhuang Xi remembers that he said this at the time.

At the opening moment of "Metamorphosis", she felt a twisted and dangerous life force in her chest awaken and surge outward.

In the spotlight, her wrists, ankles, and back were covered with dense scarlet threads that no one else seemed to see. Including Bai Zhe.

The three-dimensional silhouettes on the stage are dyed bright red, and the dancing silk threads form a network, as if they have turned into substance to wrap her.

By the end of the second part of "Cocoon", Zhuang Xi was really trapped in the Scarlet Cocoon.

She couldn't see the stage or the audience, she couldn't hear the drums and clanging, she couldn't touch the cold air of the winter night.

Beyond the cocoon is a magnificent nest, an indistinct form of life sleeping or wriggling in a colourful ovoid vesicle-like structure, surrounded by a warm, moist pleasant scent.

"Nest ■■ Sleep Wish ■■ Eternal Transformation ■■ Child Sleep ■■ Nest Moth Mother Child ■ Sweet Sleep ■ Eternal Peace in This ■■ "

"■■■■Ashima ■■ Immortal Egg Unbreakable Cocoon ■■■■■ All Living Beings Wish Net Eternal Lair ■■■."

"Come on—kid—"

Zhuang Xi was immersed in the soft murmur, and his consciousness involuntarily indulged in warmth and comfort. A sharp protrusion appeared on his chest, and if there were sharp thorns, he was about to pierce the skin.

Come on, child, sleep here, sweet nest -

She struggled instinctively, her limbs tearing at the cocoon.

No, my show isn't over yet. This is not a ritual to worship the gods, this is my dance.

She slapped her chest, her palms pierced through with thorns, and she woke up in pain.

The hallucinations of the cocoon and the nest faded, a strong sense of weakness poured into his body, and Zhuang Xi fell on the stage.

My eyes were swollen and I was finally free on Sunday. After analyzing the reasons for the recent bad luck, it should be the title of the book, and it is ready to be changed to "Xiangrui Artist".

I saw a little raccoon flower with a round belly, lying on the grass basking in the sun.

(End of chapter)