Xing Dou has a secret that no one knows.

Every time he ascended to a star for a week, he would always have the same dream.

In the dream, there was a person with a vague figure, watching him from afar on the other side of the blue river, without saying a word.

In the dream, he never got close to that person.

The vague fear and cowardice in his heart prevented him from moving forward.

He may have known it a long time ago, but he didn't have the courage to meet that person, he didn't have the confidence to meet that person, and he didn't know how to face that person.

So he just sat by the fluorescent flowing river, avoiding looking at each other.

Sometimes in the extraordinarily quiet dream, there is only the sound of the slowly flowing starry river, and neither of the two similar people by the river took the initiative to speak, until the morning came, and the dream was shattered in the rising sun.

That night, Xing Dou also saw the river.

In the dim world, the stars radiate light, like a river of mosaic ribbons.He couldn't see the appearance of the person opposite, but he clearly knew that he was being watched.

Yes, that's the only thing that's certain here—the man has been watching him.

Perhaps it was the courage brought about by what happened during the day, Xing Dou didn't avert his eyes any longer, raised his head and chest, and took a deep breath.

—Crossed the river on his own initiative.

The cold water slid over the ankles, but it didn't feel wet, it was more like stepping on gelatinous jelly, and the coolness was fleeting.

In the empty world, the black-haired boy mustered up his courage to step across the galaxy full of brilliance, without occupying a speck of dust, and came to the boundary that he dared not step into before, and looked at the person who was afraid to face him before.

The man didn't seem to be surprised by his behavior, he didn't show the slightest surprise, on the contrary, he showed a gratified and gentle smile as if he had expected it long ago.

"You came."

"Well, here I am."

Xing Dou replied softly, looking at the person in front of him who was almost exactly like him, his mood was like a tangled ball of wool, he couldn't figure out what to do, and couldn't tell how to express the most vivid feeling at the moment.

Yes, the person standing in front of him had a face that was no different from his.Short black hair, dark green eyes, slender eyebrows, pale lips, cold white skin, and even a slender figure are all the same.

If it weren't for the faint smile on the man's face that was almost disappearing, maybe the two of them looked as funny and unbelievable as they looked in the mirror.

Xing Dou knew who he was, and he seemed to know Xing Dou too.

They looked at each other in silence for a moment, and finally the person on the opposite side spoke first: "I think you understand my essence. After all, this is a world made up of data, and everyone can be quantified by data. Then a personality or personality composed of past experiences will appear." Projection, not surprising, is it? And you've seen mine before."

He looked at Xingdou, his tone was extremely gentle, as if he was trying to appease a troubled child: "Don't show such a sad expression, I did experience some bad things, but that was also your past, we don't need such compassion, Don't grieve over fate. We have better things to do than suffer over it."

"Should...how should I call you?" Xing Dou always felt that the person in front of him was like a phantom that only appeared under the moonlight, and when the sun rose and the sun shone brightly, it would disappear with the foam on the sea.

"My words, in fact, can no longer interfere with your present, I will become a memory of your sleeping in the past." He chuckled lightly, showing relief and relaxation, "This will be the last time you have a dream about that matter. After that, it becomes a hurdle that has been crossed, a past that is insignificant in the future, a past that can be spoken with ease."

"If you want to address me, you can call me 'Meteorite'." The person who said this looked calm, but for some reason, his chuckle looked particularly sad.

Meteorites, falling stars.

Strange, slightly regrettable and inexplicable words.

But Xing Dou understood what he was saying—the dream that brought him back to life will be completely forgotten after this time, and this is his last chance to meet the "past".

"You are also a star, you are me. Not a meteorite."

Xing Dou pursed his lips, rejected his proposal, and forcefully gave him a new name: "I recently learned a name I hadn't heard before. They said I was the 'Uncrowned King', and now it belongs to you."

The Uncrowned King was dumb, but still didn't refute the name, nodded, took Xingdou's hand naturally, and led him out of this seemingly eternal space, to a courtyard shrouded in dim yellow.

"What are you going to do?" Xing Dou found that the initiative had been completely controlled by the other party without knowing it.

"To see something unusual. Or rather, to see something you can barely remember."

"It's you, and it's me." He passed through the afterglow of the old days, pointed at the child who was sitting in front of the projection screen, and introduced gently, "When we first met our idol, we didn't understand what it was, we just thought People who stand laughing and dancing under the lights look very happy and content."

"He remembered it. Although he didn't remember it for a long time, at that time, he knew what his expression would look like if he stood there."

Xing Dou unconsciously muttered: "That's the beginning."

"Well, it's our beginning."

The person pulling him affirmed, and the next step stepped on the tiles of the school.The bright sunlight lightly sprinkled on the white building, and among the bustling crowd, there was a young man surrounded by everyone smiling, pointing to the poster on the virtual terminal, and briskly talking to other people.

"Does Xing Dou want to try being an idol?" The Uncrowned King softly recited the curse that entangles fate, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

So Xing Dou looked at the black-haired boy in high spirits, and repeated his confident answer: "Okay, I also want to know where I can reach."

The words of the same tone overlapped, one person was deep and nostalgic, and the other was confident.The traces of time engraving are clearly visible.

"Go to a high place, go to the sky." The Uncrowned King added the unfinished oath, "And then, shine brighter than anyone else."

Frivolous, reckless, unaware of sorrow, full of youthful innocence and recklessness, so ambitious, that was him once.

Xing Dou watched the young man with a bright smile pass through the shadows of the forest, the hem of his clothes was entangled by the wind nostalgicly, but he ran to the end without looking back, and disappeared like a faded image.

"That's almost like another person, right?" The person with the same appearance almost murmured, staring at that place a little absent-mindedly.

The boy who was questioned answered silently.

The Uncrowned King waved his hand indifferently.In an instant, night and day changed, and the dark night infects everything, and is driven away by the scorching lights.

He strode towards the distant square with the stars. Tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the empty square. The high-wattage lights illuminated the area clearly in daylight. There was a boy on the metal stage a little higher Sing softly alone.

Below the stage, there are only robots shuttling to tidy up.

The performer's singing can only be heard by the starry sky above and the machine without appreciation.

"It was the first time to compete outside the school." The Uncrowned King's voice seemed to hide the wind, no matter how he covered it up, it would reveal a lonely echo, "There is no manager, no support, and no audience."

But the boy's singing was serious as if he was singing to countless people, without any perfunctory or casualness.Facing the empty stage, his eyes were bright.

"At that time, 'I' still believed in the future, and there was still hope." Xing Dou saw those eyes clearly.

"Well, it would be nice if it could always be like that." The person beside him nodded, "But hope and trust are luxuries, and I don't know how to keep them."

The boy is still singing under the night sky, he said: "If you keep going forward, you will definitely find your way."

"There is not much time. I want to show you too many things. Let's hurry up." The Uncrowned King smiled, and sat down under the stage with Xing Dou, like two spectators who broke in by accident. The stage rotates on the screen.

If we were to name that stage, perhaps it should be called "Extinction".

In order to make up for the gap, the clumsy and hard-working teenager trains day and night, studies day and night, and absorbs knowledge almost like a sponge.It really worked. He could finally dance smoothly, understand what the teacher said, keep up with the beat, and play the violin well.

He is delighted with his progress, but he doesn't know that no matter how much water a sponge absorbs, there is always an upper limit.

People are containers, and what they can bear is limited.

Because of the accelerated growth, the amount he can accommodate quickly reached its peak at a moment, and he couldn't go any further.So, to his horror, he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't become stronger again.

Even though I have done the movements hundreds of times, I just can't understand them well, and I have memorized the rhythm hundreds of times, but I just can't grasp the key points.

He seemed to be missing a string, and played a lost music, making a dissonant tune.

The young man didn't know why, so he just got into a dead end, stubbornly thinking that maybe he didn't do a good job.So he seeks new methods, seeks experience from his teachers, observes on-site on various stages, and learns from his classmates... He is like a grass that cannot be crushed or removed at all, striving for a barbaric vitality, regardless of what lies ahead. What kind of obstacles, or do your best to grow.

The few people who pay attention to him think that he is sick, unable to see his own strength, holding vain optimism every day, seeking a future that does not exist.

No one saw the eyes that were dimming day by day under the boy's smiling face.

Maybe there will be a way after a long time, but people will be tired.

If the body is tired, rest and rest can recover, but if the heart is tired, how to recover?

Xing Dou saw that the boy was still running in various places, his footsteps sluggish day by day, his excitement diminished day by day, and his smile drifted away day by day.

Time goes by relentlessly and does not stop for those who are chasing.The boy has never been able to find other ways, nor has he been able to beat other students in the class to win the debut position awarded by the school.But he still made an inconspicuous debut by signing a contract with a company through hard work.

The situation has not changed, no matter how much effort he puts in, he seems to be cursed by the stage, unable to perform any perfect performance, nor can he become a qualified idol.

The audience attracted by the company's money got up and left after watching it for a long time, and some even whispered: "How did you make your debut like this?"

The originally half-full auditorium gradually emptied, and even the temporary manager left without paying attention. In the end, only the lonely performer was left singing a questioning song: "I want to believe... but I can't believe it. Miracle?"

Xing Dou saw that face clearly, the exhaustion and disappointment under the exquisite makeup were palpable, and the light disappeared completely.

"Crack", the stage was turned off, and the world returned to darkness.

The only audience in the audience, or maybe the two stars, were silent in the emptiness of the curtain ending.

"What do you want me to know?" After a long time, Xing Dou spoke first, and he looked aside intuitively.

The voice of the person whose face was covered by the darkness was clear and without emotion: "You are looking for yourself, aren't you?"

"Forget the past, that's why you can't see the present clearly. I'll show you all of this. Now, do you know who Xing Dou is?"

Who is he?

Xing Dou recalled everything he had experienced, the scenes he saw just now.

Not a dying black swan, not a heartless mermaid, not a silent gravekeeper.

It is the fallen star, the gray stone;

It is a ghost who pursues the dream of nothingness and comes to the stage of reality.

It is the loser crying in the corner, the onlookers looking forward to the stage, and the performer surrounded by lights.

It's a one-star character, it's a humble firefly.

It's Xingdou.

A fool who wants to shine like a star.

"Xing Dou, why do you think 'I' stand on the stage?" He heard "myself" asking.

He carefully gave the answer he had thought: "Because I want to be loved, to be seen by the audience and the world."

The man laughed very obviously: "You are such an idiot. Don't you understand now?"

I don't know when there was a fluorescent blue light floating, illuminating the slightly raised corners of the speaker's lips, Xing Dou opened his eyes wide and heard him say.

"What I love is not the stage, the audience, or the existence of idols.

——What I love is the self who has been working hard to shine in order to stand on the stage.

That's the beginning of 'I' becoming an idol. "

"Don't forget it again."

The entrusting words instantly made Xing Dou realize something, before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly grabbed the hand of the person opposite, feeling like he was grabbing a ball of air, light and weightless.

"Are you going?"

"Isn't this what I said a long time ago?" The Uncrowned King looked a little helpless, "Why are you so reluctant now?"

"Can't you, can't you go with me?" Xing Dou didn't understand why they couldn't go to the future together.

"To be precise, I am you. It's just that you won't come back to see me, and I can still know everything about you." He shook his head.

"Isn't it okay anyway?"

"Well, I am bound by time, and you will disappear in time after all. We can't go together."

"But this is not my story alone." Xing Dou felt a little stuffy in his chest.

"Yes." 'Xing Dou' nodded, "So you can't stay here, go create our future. This is something I can only ask you to do."

A fluorescent blue river slowly formed under the feet, and an invisible resistance was separated between the two, wanting to return time to its original position.

"The last thing, I almost forgot." 'Xingdou' held out his hand to him, "You never betrayed me, what you did was what I wanted to do. Thank you, this time won a different for 'me' future."

"This time I won't be alone anymore, this time it will be Happy Ending."

"You're an idiot too, just believe that you won't lose a second time." Xing Dou choked up and tried to hold back the heat in his eyes, retaliated the previous ridicule, and in exchange for the slightly dazed smile of the opposite person.

"Of course not. Because you are 'I'."

At the end of the long time, he reconciled with himself.

"Goodbye." He hugged the idiot, tears couldn't stop falling.

"No, goodbye forever." The idiot exhaled and hugged him back, "Xing Dou."

The child who was always crying, still said goodbye to him.

This grand ceremony about growth has finally come to an end.

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"Xingdou, the graduation ceremony is coming soon, why haven't you come!!" The manager's bluffing voice was transmitted through the virtual terminal, as if it was right next to my ear.

"Come right away." The boy replied in a brisk voice, and quickly put the past photos back into the album.

The bell outside the door rang at the right time, as if someone was waiting.

The black-haired boy hurriedly put on his shoes, and the moment he pushed open the door, he squinted his eyes slightly stimulated by the sunlight from the outside, and before he could see clearly, he heard a series of calls.

"Xingdou! Hurry up!"

"Xing Dou, you're here."

"Xing Dou, you're a little slow today."

"Xing Dou, have you had breakfast yet?"...

The teenagers wearing the same school uniform stood outside the door, whether they were handsome or handsome or handsome or sunny, they all paid attention to him and smiled at him.

So he also bent his eyes and responded with a smile: "Well, let's go."

The wind lifted the hem of his clothes, leaving the falling shadows behind, and facing the rising sun, the young man took steps toward a future full of light and hope.

Everything has just begun.

The post that was officially pinned to the top on the Occasion Game Forum is still being discussed enthusiastically.

——Do you know a five-star idol named Xingdou?

——That is a story about miracles and growth that shines through the years. Let us start from the beginning.

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The author has something to say:

We all have to travel far in the end, and we all have to say goodbye to our immature selves in the end.

Saying goodbye is an ascetic path to growth.

-Haizi

That's where it ends.

I haven't decided what to write in the follow-up episode, in fact, the outline really ends here ORZ.

感谢在2022-04-0405:14:47~2022-04-0504:20:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Drunk Wants Shen Zhen 1;

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