Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

The competition in Wenxi, Yunnan Province, went very smoothly, with Wenxi advancing to both the preliminary and semi-final rounds.

Today is the final. Wenxi changed into her outfit and waited backstage. She looked up and let out a long sigh of relief. Success or failure hinges on this moment.

There were 12 people who advanced to the finals, all of whom were top-notch, which increased the pressure on her.

Meanwhile, at the Lu family home, it happened to be Saturday, so Xiao Bao didn't have to go to school. Zhou Jingchen also happened to be there and was helping Lu Yuanyuan in the kitchen.

The TV in the living room was on, and Lu Xiaobao was lounging on the sofa, idly changing channels while stuffing snacks into his mouth, looking completely relaxed.

In the casserole, Lu Yuanyuan was stewing two pigeons, the soup slowly simmering until it became rich and flavorful. This was specially prepared for Xiang Qin at the hospital, and Zhou Jingchen was asked to bring it over in the afternoon.

"I heard from Xiaobao that you like that girl from the Wen family?" Lu Yuanyuan asked her son gently as she picked at the vegetables beside her.

Zhou Jingchen paused in his actions, met his mother's gaze frankly, and replied, "Yes."

"So now you..."

Before Lu Yuanyuan could finish her question, a loud scream suddenly erupted from Xiaobao in the living room:

"Brother! Come quick! I saw your wife on TV!"

On the TV screen in the living room, the Luoshen Cup final was being broadcast live on a mainstream channel.

The host's clear voice called out the names of the finalists one by one: "The twelve finalists for the Luoshen Cup are Chen Xing, Yang Yiyi, Jiang Wei..."

Each time a name is called, the camera cuts to the corresponding contestant and gives them a close-up.

The girls on the screen were all dressed in exquisite dance costumes, with graceful figures, outstanding temperament, and unique charm.

When the words "Wen Xi" (meaning "good news") were uttered by the host, Zhou Jingchen's breath hitched, and his gaze was fixed on the screen, unable to look away.

The girl in the video is wearing a light blue gauze dress with flowing sleeves, her long hair is styled in a high bun, and a warm jade hairpin is inserted diagonally in her hair. Her makeup is fresh and elegant, like a beauty who has stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

"My sister-in-law actually came to the Luoshen Cup!" Xiao Bao, clinging to the edge of the sofa, exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "She's so beautiful! My goodness!"

"No, no, I need to message my classmates right away and tell them to vote for my sister-in-law!"

Zhou Jingchen was stunned. She went to Dianzhou?

There have been many posts about the Luoshen Cup on the Xinghe Forum these past two days. Zhou Jingchen heard his employees mention it during a meeting, but he has been busy visiting his aunt and hasn't been paying attention to the competition.

At the Dianzhou competition venue, Wenxi drew the last spot to play.

She knew in her heart that this competition was full of hidden talents, and many of the contestants were top dancers from major dance academies and ethnic universities. If she only relied on her skills, she would probably have a hard time getting through the competition.

To win the championship, the only way is to differentiate yourself from the competition, move people with your emotions, and create an extreme emotional resonance with the audience and judges.

Therefore, before the final, Wenxi specially selected an original and poignant ethnic dance called "Xiang Lady," which blends elements of classical ethnic dance and Dunhuang dance to depict a tragic love story of lovers who cannot stay together.

As the contestants took turns on stage, each showcasing their talents, applause rose and fell across the stage. Wenxi's heart pounded faster and faster, and her fingertips even broke out in a light sweat.

During halftime, she sat alone on a bench backstage, her fingertips touching her knees, her mind troubled.

"Are you nervous?" A clear male voice rang in my ears.

Wenxi looked up and suddenly saw Liang Yanting, one of the competition's judges. She hurriedly stood up and nodded slightly: "Teacher Liang."

Liang Yanting, dressed in a sharp suit, exuded maturity and refinement. With a slight smile, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Being the last to perform, just like being the first, puts the most pressure on you. Don't be too nervous; the more flustered you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes."

He took a step closer, his voice softening slightly: "Years ago, my mother passed away, and the Jinxiufang trademark was maliciously registered by someone. The company faced restructuring and was on the verge of collapse. At that time, all I had left was a stubborn belief in winning. Whenever I thought of my mother and the brand she founded, I felt a surge of strength. It was that strength that helped me get through the most difficult days."

After saying that, he gave her a deep look, then turned and left.

Wenxi stood there stunned for a long time before slowly coming back to her senses and realizing that he was giving her advice and encouragement.

The competition continued, and the excitement on stage never stopped. In the blink of an eye, only two contestants remained, and the next one was her.

The glass mirror in the waiting area clearly reflected her appearance: a delicate face, a graceful figure, and light blue water sleeves that made her figure even more slender.

Her gaze swept down over her long neck, snow-white arms, and slender ankles, but she inexplicably felt that something was missing.

What's missing?

......

In the living room, Lu Yuanyuan, Zhou Jingchen, and Xiaobao were all sitting on the sofa, intently watching the live broadcast.

"My sister-in-law is about to go on stage," Xiao Bao said excitedly.

Zhou Jingchen stared intently at the television screen. His profile was illuminated by the light, revealing a clear and handsome face. Only the slight movement of his Adam's apple showed that he was more nervous than anyone else at that moment.

"Next up is Wenxi from Pingjiang. She's the biggest dark horse of this year's Luoshen Cup. Her previous performances of 'Shu Embroidery' and 'Zhaojun's Departure from the Frontier' have moved countless audience members and judges by seamlessly blending technique with emotion..."

The host finished his introduction, bowed, and left the stage, whereupon the stage lights suddenly dimmed.

A mournful and rugged drumbeat suddenly rang out, sending a shiver down one's spine.

The next second, the spotlight suddenly converged on the center of the stage, and that pale blue figure stood in the light and shadow, like a goddess descended from the heavens, with all the starlight gathered around her.

Wenxi wore a light blue gauze dance dress with lotus patterns embroidered on the hem. Her hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and her beautiful eyes and brows captivated the heart at first glance.

The music flowed gently, her sleeves drooped lightly, her eyes were tender and affectionate, and her steps were light and graceful, like a fairy walking on water.

Her waist was soft and supple, every movement was smooth and effortless, her hands were delicate and her skin was like solidified cream, white as jade. Her eyes, arms, legs and arches, every part of her body moved with ease and grace.

But no one knew that, despite her seemingly composed demeanor on stage, the veins on her forehead were throbbing, and the sweat on her palms had already soaked through her water sleeves.

Wenxi's heart was beating very fast. The more someone wants to win, the heavier their mental burden becomes, and the harder it is to win.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the judges' panel and met Liang Yanting's gaze. He was looking at her with a complicated expression, clearly noticing her intense nervousness.

Power, what is power?

Wenxi suddenly closed his eyes, and many images flashed through his mind:

Young Wen Zhiting held his six-year-old daughter in his arms and praised her with a smile, "Our little magpie is so wonderful, the smartest one."

Xiang Qin pinched her little nose and murmured softly, "My little darling, you are the kindest and warmest girl."

And then, another person flashed by.

Just thinking about that person made Wenxi's nose sting and her heart pound like a deer's.

He said, "You are Wenxi, the Wenxi who, even if she falls and bleeds, will get up and dust herself off. You are smart, beautiful, kind, and resilient. You never need anyone to save you."

Wenxi's beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly opened them. The confusion and tension in her eyes disappeared, leaving only determination and courage.

As the live music reached its climax, the music suddenly became more exciting.

She danced wildly with her water sleeves, her steps quick and swift, her eyes filled with the despair and resentment of Lady Xiang, every movement carrying the force of a do-or-die situation.

Suddenly, in a spinning motion, something seemed to burst open at her slender ankle—

A striking crimson streak flowed slowly down her snow-white skin, its vibrant color striking against the backdrop of her pale blue dance dress, creating a breathtaking yet tragically beautiful effect.

That was a small cut she made on her ankle with a tiny blade before going on stage.

The first half of the dance is gentle, and the wound does not bleed. However, the climax is more flamboyant and requires the use of the whole body. At this point, the wound will split open and bleed.

The extreme clash of white and red, the intertwining of scars and blood, adds a touch of moving tension to Lady Xiang's tragic story, striking straight to the heart.

The audience was initially met with a low murmur, but was quickly filled with awe.

The judges nodded in agreement, and the camera immediately gave her ankle a close-up.

She knelt on the ground, her sleeves drooping, tears streaming down her face, pushing the poignant beauty of the dance to its peak.

The audience erupted in applause.

The next second, she slowly rose again, her water sleeves spreading out on the ground. Her body gradually became lighter, her eyes became calm, and she slowly raised her hand, as if she had transformed into the spirit of the Xiang River, merging with the lake.

It ended with a light spin, the water sleeves slowly falling from the sky, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

The host went up with a microphone, and the judges took turns giving their comments and scores.

Chief judge Huang Shan: "This is the most soulful ethnic dance I've seen in recent years. It didn't deliberately show off its skills, but instead etched emotions into every movement. The tears weren't just for sentimentality; they were the power of the dance itself. I think you were amazing. You showed me another possibility for ethnic dance."

She held up her sign, and the host immediately shouted, "Full marks!" The audience erupted in applause.

Judge Bai Shuxiang: "The dancers have solid movements and skillful choreography, perfectly blending the culture of Chu Ci with ethnic dance. The dance is graceful yet powerful, and the emotions are extremely delicate, which is very rare."

The host exclaimed, "9.9 points!"

Then the other two judges also gave high scores of 9.9 and 9.8 respectively.

When it was Liang Yanting's turn, he said, "This is the most moving dance I have ever seen."

He also gave it a perfect score.

Based on the scores and audience votes received on site, Wenxi ultimately won the championship of this year's Luoshen Cup Dance Competition with her dance "Xiang Furen".

On the television screen, she stood in the center of the stage, holding the trophy, smiling at the camera with her eyes crinkling, her features bright and beautiful, as if she were bathed in light, dazzling and radiant.

Thus, Wenxi rose to fame through her dance at the Luoshen Cup, achieving legendary status in a single battle.