Zhao Jingjing was only 16 years old when she entered the dance academy, and people said she was a genius.
Not only that, her beautiful appearance is also the focus of attention of many people in the school.
Although my parents divorced when I was young and each of them formed their own families, they never hesitated to provide me with the necessary material support.
However, Zhao Jingjing sometimes wonders if her parents would pay more attention to her if she didn’t have a younger sister and brother.
"My mom is very busy with work and doesn't have time to come and see me perform."
Zhao Jingjing was chatting with her roommate while blowing her hair in the dormitory.
"You dance so well and your parents don't come to watch. If it were you, my mom would definitely laugh her face off. The video of me dancing will definitely bombard all the family groups and Moments." Yang Yue expressed her envy while standing on the scale.
Suddenly, a scream came from the other side: "Ahhhhh, how come I gained another two pounds! It's over, it's over."
Chen Xinxin quickly covered her ears. "Big sister, the people upstairs can hear you, can you please keep your voice down? Do you think everyone is like Jingjing, who eats a bowl of instant noodles every night and doesn't gain weight? Oh, Jingjing, we've been assigned to the same dorm for tomorrow's competition. Let's go there together then."
"Yeah, okay."
The next day, Chen Xinxin got up early and pulled Zhao Jingjing out of bed.
Zhao Jingjing was still half asleep, and she hadn't quite come to her senses after being woken up: "What's wrong..."
"Go early! There are a lot of handsome guys at the Foreign Languages University over there. I want to take a walk around their school."
"Um...Okay."
She forced herself to sit up and after a mental struggle she finally put on her clothes. Before she had time to comb her hair, Chen Xinxin kept urging her.
"Wait, I haven't showered yet."
"Hey, there's a bathhouse over there. Why don't you go there and wash yourself... Are you ready? Hurry up and don't dawdle."
…
When they finally arrived at the dormitory, Zhao Jingjing was almost paralyzed in bed.
"I'm really sleepy, Xinxin. Why don't you go play first and I'll take a rest..."
"Oh, why are you such a killjoy?"
Chen Xinxin pulled Zhao Jingjing up: "I feel embarrassed to go alone, can you accompany me..."
Zhao Jingjing was still dazed, and seeing that she couldn't persuade her, she had to get up: "Okay... but you have to wait for me to take a shower first."
Chen Xinxin's eyes immediately lit up and nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait for you here."
…
It was a rare occasion that Chen Xinxin didn't urge her to take a shower. After taking a shower, Zhao Jingjing put on her clothes and prepared to go out with the bucket. Because she was wearing the slippers issued by the dormitory, they didn't fit her feet. She had just opened the curtain and taken two steps when her feet slipped and she fell at the bathroom door.
Perhaps her ankle was injured, Zhao Jingjing groaned in pain, and Chen Xinxin ran over immediately when she heard it.
"Jingjing, what's wrong with you? Why are you so careless? Where did you fall?"
Zhao Jingjing frowned and saw that her ankle was a little red and swollen.
"So what should we do now? Should we go see a doctor?"
Zhao Jingjing lowered her head, thought for a while, and shook her head: "It should be fine. I still have a game tomorrow. I will just apply a cold compress later, but..."
She looked up at Chen Xinxin, and Chen Xinxin reacted: "Okay, okay, you're like this now, how can I still drag you along for a walk? But since your feet are like this, don't dance tomorrow."
"Let me think about it."
Chen Xinxin went out by herself, and Zhao Jingjing stayed in the dormitory, staring at the screen of her mobile phone in confusion.
This competition was not particularly important, and since her leg was injured, she felt that she shouldn't take any risks.
She opened the dialog box with the teacher to explain the situation, and the next second, a long-lost message popped up.
[Jingjing, you should compete tomorrow. Mom will be there on a business trip tomorrow and will come to watch you compete.]
Zhao Jingjing's hand paused on the screen. She hesitated for a moment and exited the chat interface with the teacher.
【good】
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"Jingjing, do you really want to go..."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much now."
Zhao Jingjing patted Chen Xinxin on the shoulder and walked onto the stage after hearing the host read out her ranking.
She was dressed in a white gauze dress, standing on the dark blue stage, like the only bright moon hanging high in the night sky. Like countless times before, under the gazes of countless people, she used her figure to draw bursts of exclamations.
My mother was watching me from the audience. This was the only thought in Zhao Jingjing's mind when she felt the pain in her ankle.
However, as the music slowly reached its climax, the sweat on Zhao Jingjing's forehead became more and more fine, and she seemed to have been unable to concentrate on dancing.
That night, the moon seemed to be picked off.
The night was so quiet that it was a little suffocating. Zhao Jingjing fell on the stage and her mother rushed up from the audience. It seemed that this was the first time Zhao Jingjing felt her mother's care since her sister was born.
Of course it’s also the last time.
After that, she had many thoughts. She insisted on checking the surveillance in the corridor like crazy and found that Chen Xinxin had indeed entered the bathhouse while she was taking a shower.
Later, Chen Xinxin admitted that she did it.
"If you hadn't insisted on playing, none of what happened later would have happened."
…
It took her several years to recover from the incident. During that time, she isolated herself at home, and irritability and temper became almost the norm.
"Jingjing, you weren't like this before. You used to be very well behaved. If you can't dance, you can do other things. Mom will support you."
"Dad can't control you if you're like this. I've sent you my living allowance. Go buy something to eat if you want."
"Jingjing, today is my sister's birthday. Mommy can't go over to be with you."
"Mom and my sister are going abroad and may not come back for a few years..."
…
After several years of psychotherapy, she slowly came over, took a baking class, and opened a small cake shop in a small county town where no one knew her.
Then at the age of 25, she died that day after getting into a conflict with a gangster because she resisted a man who suddenly harassed her at night.
That day was her birthday. Every year on her birthday, her mother would point to the moon in the sky at night and say that her daughter was like a little moon.
It is the only light during the day and night.
She just wanted to see the moon that day.
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