Chapter 4: Sighs of Perfection at the Brokenness (3)

  I won't forget the time I was walking down the street holding a stuffed animal, and my friend from kindergarten saw me with her mom. She didn't greet me first, but instead pulled on her mom's sleeve, stood on tiptoes, and whispered something to her. Then I saw the kind smile on that auntie's face, as she patted my head and said "What a pitiful child!" At the time, I was still silly enough to use crying to get more attention from her. But when she left, her expression returned to its previous indifference. The second time we met again, it was the same lack of concern, until someone else told her about what had happened to me again, and she showed a face full of sympathy, saying the same thing as before, "What a pitiful child!"

  I've heard this phrase so many times, the usual sympathy that's just a formality. Actually, no one has ever cared about me except for my dear grandmother, so I didn't cry this time and was unusually well-behaved. I lifted my head and flashed a big smile, laughing until my mouth corners were almost cramped, opening wide my cute big eyes, and said sweetly, "Auntie, thank you!"

  Seeing the other person staring at me in shock, with their hand still suspended in mid-air as they tried to touch my hand, their expression changed and they awkwardly withdrew their hand, only able to force a kind smile towards me.

  "Xia Weiwei, it's your turn."

  Shoot, how did I think of those old things? I quickly withdrew my wandering mind and gave a thumbs up in the direction of the audience, then stepped onto the stage.

  Sneaking a peek through the gap in the curtain, I saw Snow White and the seven dwarfs happily dancing together. Then, the seven dwarfs went out to work, and the background music changed from cheerful to urgent. I took a few steps forward and held up a large bamboo basket towards the audience below, pulled out a half-green, half-red apple, opened my mouth without making a sound, and the next second, a chilling, sinister laugh came from the speakers. I put the apple back in the basket and gently knocked on the window frame...

  Clap. Clap clap clap.

  It's really unbelievable, I'm actually standing on the highest podium holding the trophy and smiling and waving at the audience below.

  Fellow students who have shared the same joys and sorrows, no, I should say fellow students who have worked hard for my ambition, and teachers who have supported me for the honor of our school. The moment I like the most is when I receive admiring glances, it feels great to be in the spotlight.

  "A crystal-made trophy?" I leaned against the car window, holding up the trophy to the sun and saw that it was shining with colorful light inside, but just looking at the surface didn't seem so dazzling.

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