[Wen Nanyin's Perspective: A World Without Mu Wenxi in My Childhood]
At 8:30 p.m., Wen's mother hurriedly rode her electric scooter to pick up Wen Nanyin and rush home.
Mom: "Okay, we're home. Go do your homework. You have to get up for school tomorrow morning."
As soon as Wen Nanyin returned to her room, she rushed to finish the homework assigned by the school that day, but before she knew it, it was already past eleven o'clock. After washing up and getting ready, she went straight to bed.
At 6:30 in the morning, Wen's mother pushed him hard to get him out of bed.
Wen's mom: "Hurry up, get up! It's so late, you're going to be late."
Wen Nanyin covered her head with the blanket: "Let me sleep a little longer, just a little longer."
Wen's mom: "I told you to go to bed early, but look at you now, you can't get up..."
Wen Nanyin: "Then I haven't finished my homework, and I can't even finish all those extracurricular classes."
Wen's mother frowned: "I spend so much money to raise you because I want you to be good to me, and you're still not satisfied, are you?"
Wen Nanyin stopped talking, got up, packed his schoolbag, and rushed to school without even eating breakfast.
Wen's Mom: "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"
Wen Nanyin: "I'm not eating anymore."
Squeezing onto the bus, Wen Nanyin swayed back and forth, feeling a little sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep peacefully for fear of missing her stop. Looking at the scenery outside the window, Wen Nanyin wondered when this kind of life would end.
He shook his head to put those thoughts behind him; he was already lucky enough.
When we arrived at the stop, the bus was almost half empty; people at this time were either going to school or work.
During math class, he felt a little sleepy listening to the boring facts, so he immediately grabbed a compass from the table and stabbed his leg.
The sharp pain made him shudder, but drowsiness still swept over him like a wave. Fortunately, get out of class ended, and Wen Nanyin collapsed onto the desk and fell into a light sleep.
During class, his deskmate patted him on the shoulder and said, "Class is starting, class is starting."
"Thank you," Wen Nanyin said, and immediately perked up to listen attentively to the lesson.
My deskmate asked curiously, "What did you do this weekend? You look so tired!"
Wen Nanyin: "I went to an extracurricular class."
My deskmate: "You're really going all out."
In the dance studio, Wen Nanyin repeatedly practiced her movements in front of the mirror, sweating profusely but still not stopping.
"This is not right, it should be like this, do it again."
He placed his phone on the ground, started recording, pressed the recorder button next to him, and the music started playing.
He danced to the music again and again, and finally fell to the ground after a spin. He hugged his legs and buried himself in his body. After a while, he limped out of the dance studio.
The next evening, he went to the dance studio again. Looking at himself in the mirror, dancing with some effort, he didn't feel tired at all, but rather felt exhilarated.
He lay sprawled on the ground, laughing out loud for a moment, then his body began to tremble slightly, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto the floor.
After a while, he wiped away his tears and started practicing again, just like today, day and night after day.
On a weekend morning, a day that should have been spent sleeping in, Wen Nanyin's schedule was packed with extracurricular classes. On her way to class, Wen Nanyin took out her homework, gripped the handrail, and began to recite it to herself.
Once I arrived at the Children's Palace, I put my textbooks away, bought some food nearby at noon, and used the remaining break time to take out my homework and start writing.
In the afternoon, seeing that it was almost time, he went back to class. There are 365 days in a year, and for Wen Nanyin, apart from the few days of the Chinese New Year, there is absolutely no free time.
But his efforts paid off. Occasionally, when Wen Nan went to participate in competitions, he achieved good results and even won the championship a few times. However, sometimes fate was also cruel to him.
"Can you get off? Your jump is terrible. Change to something else right away."
"His image isn't as good as the others, so I'd better not choose him."
"She dances really well, I don't know why she doesn't have any fans."
Ping Jie approached Wen Nanyin: "I think you are a very serious kid. I wonder if you would like to participate in our star-making project? It would be an opportunity for you."
Little Wen Nan nodded silently.
After that, he began to train more diligently than ever before. Sometimes, even when he had a fever of over 30 degrees Celsius, he still had to keep practicing because he couldn't slack off. Once he had experienced the feeling of being lazy, it would be hard to go back.
The production company searched for talented children across the country for "The Best Boys," but they didn't even give Wen Nanyin a chance, keeping him as a backup option.
However, on the day of the official recording, one of the boys was unable to come to the scene due to an accident. The director was very anxious and had no choice but to pick from the backup candidates. In the end, he found Wen Nanyin because he was the only one who could come to the scene immediately and could dance without prior rehearsal.
Wen Nanyin had practiced the dance countless times before, only in this way could she become thoroughly familiar with it and deal with any unexpected situation on stage.
However, they ultimately eliminated Wen Nanyin, who possessed considerable strength.
"I prefer the other person's performance."
"I don't like your performance. I think it lacks emotion and creativity."
"Overall, the other student is better."
Wen Nanyin stood on the stage, forcing a smile, without a trace of complaint: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't practiced enough."
Ping: "You've already done a great job."
Wen Nanyin said thank you, but vowed to make everyone look at him with new eyes in the future.
His personality became more and more composed day by day. The company began to give him some other opportunities, which he seized very seriously. However, because he was not from a professional acting background, some haters saw his dramas and chased him to the airport to scold him.
He could only keep running and running, even getting hit by water bottles, until he saw a security guard and hid behind him before he breathed a sigh of relief. The haters were still cursing and swearing, and he didn't even have an assistant at that time.
He persevered and finally finished the college entrance examination. His excellent results, ranking first in both academic and art exams, earned him a lot of goodwill from the public, and the company also helped him get some movie roles.
He studied diligently and sought advice earnestly, making rapid progress.
The film's award brought him more attention, but it also brought him more trouble. He couldn't go out normally because obsessive fans would find his information and address, and he would be followed. He couldn't vent or show any discomfort, otherwise he would be trending on social media for being a "small star acting like a big shot."
The boy gradually became more introverted and unhappy. Playing Ananda was the happiest time of his life, which made him more able to understand the emotions of the character. He slowly became Ananda and eventually became Ananda.
This young man has finally left his mark on this era.
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