Sometimes she would inadvertently mutter Xia Xia. Her name contains the word "Xia" (Xia). Si Xia Si Xia, this was the name her mother changed for her later. She knew why.
She never mentioned that person and pretended she knew nothing about him.
She wished that this person didn't exist, hoped that her mother would never think of her, and hoped that person would never come back, so that she would be the only one at home.
She knew what kind of child her mother liked. Her uncle was her mother's driver and police officer. From the beginning, he told her to be sensible and well-behaved.
No matter what her mother asked her to do, she could not contradict her mother. She did a good job, and as expected, her mother chose her among those people.
Over the years, she has been trying hard to win her mother's favor, has always behaved very well, and agrees with any decision her mother makes.
Even though she already had a stable job, her mother still asked her to take the college entrance exam and specifically asked her to apply to the Film Academy.
When she saw that man, she seemed to understand why her mother asked her to apply to the film academy. For so many years, she had been a stand-in.
No wonder every time she asked her uncle about her mother and her daughter, her uncle kept silent.
Now it seems that he is afraid that she will know the truth and will not be willing to be a substitute anymore?
Her mother has loved her very much over the years, and given her position, she has become accustomed to having everything go her way.
Zhang Sixia smiled. Some people are really born with good luck. They spend their whole lives pursuing something, but others just give up on it.
She even doesn't want someone of her mother's status. Considering that she is from Beijing, it's no wonder she has the confidence to have a falling out with her mother.
This only proves that her background is definitely more powerful than her mother's.
In the past, she had thought about having a child with her mother's surname so that she could guarantee her status.
It would be easy for her to get married with her status, but it was always difficult for her to find someone who was willing to let their child take her surname.
That's why she has not married for so many years, for fear that once she gets married, there will be no place for her in the family.
She was proud to be her mother's child, but also afraid that God would take it all away sooner or later.
She doesn't want to live the hard life she had before, she wants to be a superior person.
"Look, this is so hilarious. How could there still be people performing such a clichéd thing?" Zhang Sixia's thoughts were interrupted by the laughter around her.
She looked towards the stage and saw several people wearing heavy makeup performing a high-spirited war song, which made everyone in the audience laugh.
Do they think this is still the same as before? Ballroom dancing and all kinds of love songs are popular in Hong Kong now.
Yes, Beijing is not as developed as Shanghai. They have already introduced CD players, while they are still using old-fashioned tapes.
Those love songs were also unacceptable in Beijing. They were still the same old stuff with no innovation at all.
Sure enough, those people from Hong Kong City looked disgusted and almost asked them to step down and not waste their time.
Zhang Sixia was excited. She could imagine the disparity between the two when that person went on stage and was laughed at by others, and when she went on stage and was chosen to perform a ballroom dance.
Now that she has become her mother's daughter, she must hold that position firmly for the rest of her life. She wants her mother to look up to her for the rest of her life, and she wants her mother to know that her choice is not wrong.
What substitute? What she wants is a replacement. She wants everyone to cheer for her and be proud of her, while that person can only look at her with envy and a dejected face. This is just the beginning.
"Teacher Mo, we are embarrassed for you." The people who finished their performance on the stage came down with red eyes.
This was the first time that there was no applause after the performance, only laughter and jeers.
It was the belief of never giving up, the spirit of walking off the stage with their heads held high even if no one encouraged them, that allowed them to persevere.
"You performed very well, it's those people who have no vision." Mr. Mo felt very uncomfortable seeing them like this. He knew in his heart that they were out of date and could not keep up with the times.
The stage plays he performed throughout his life and the red songs he sang throughout his life have all been lost in the past.
He doesn't know the romantic things that are popular nowadays, and he can't teach them.
He suddenly felt that he should retire, otherwise his sticking to his old ways would sooner or later harm these children.
"Teacher Mo, it's our turn next. Should we continue?" Several people in military uniforms were unsure.
The song they just sang was considered the battle song of their film studio, but the effect on stage was so bad that they felt even less confident.
"You definitely have to keep going. Even if there's no one watching you, there are always people who like you and are waiting for you to perform. Don't let the people in the audience affect you. As long as you finish your performance, you're the best."
Mr. Mo patted a few actors who were preparing to perform an anti-Japanese war stage play.
Even if there is no one in the audience, he is watching behind the stage. They are all excellent children.
Because of what Mr. Mo said, even though they knew they had no chance this time, they loved the stage and tried their best to perform well in every show.
They didn't look at the audience, but only at their companions, encouraging and cheering each other on, and were fully engaged in every word and sentence.
They are more serious than any of their previous plays. People in Hong Kong may not understand, but these are passed down from generation to generation.
Every war song and every drama is a reflection of those heroes.
They may not understand or comprehend, but they cannot laugh at us. It’s okay for people in Hong Kong, as they have not experienced it. But why should people in Shanghai have the right?
It's only been a few years, and they've forgotten how everything came to be?
Perhaps the performance on stage was too serious, and people in Shanghai were still laughing at them, but the mockery in the eyes of the people on stage was even more oppressive.
I don’t know what those people in Shanghai were thinking about, but they all lowered their heads.
"Well done, we didn't lose ashamedly." Until the last person left the stage, only pride remained in Mo Lao's eyes.
As the sons and daughters of China, they have such patriotic feelings in their bones.
What is trend, what is foreign style, their battle songs, their war drums will always be the trend of the Chinese people.
"Teacher Mo, where is Ningxia? Let's go back after she finishes her performance." Several people were no longer as angry as they were at the beginning. They felt that it was not shameful, but those people from Shanghai who were shameful.
"Ningxia is still inside." Several people thought that although Ningxia was the best on their side, she was also the smallest, so she must be nervous at this moment.
"Ningxia, it's your turn. Don't be nervous, just perform anything you want. We'll go back after the performance. We don't want this spot anymore, so let those shameless people fight for it!"
Mr. Mo felt relieved. They didn't want to flatter those people from Hong Kong anymore, and they didn't want this quota.
"Why don't you want it? I want to fight for it anyway." Just as he finished speaking, the door of the locker room over there opened and Ningxia walked out.
Mo Lao, who was about to persuade them, was stunned. The other people also froze in their places. The stage was still shouting for the last performer from Jing City to come on stage, but here it was quiet...
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