Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 788: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (1)

Cloud City.

This small northern city has four distinct seasons.

In a courtyard with green bricks and gray tiles in the old city, a century-old crabapple tree is exuding fragrance.

This day is a good day for the Song family’s daughter’s one-year-old birthday celebration.

The main hall was covered with bright red brocade, which was filled with all kinds of objects: wolf-hair brushes, brass harmonica, carved wooden mirrors, celadon soup spoons, a few shiny coins and a yellowed landscape painting.

The seven-month-old girl was wearing a red double-breasted jacket embroidered with a ruyi pattern. Her big black eyes looked around curiously.

"Look, look, the little one is going to choose!" The third aunt came closer, and the jade bracelet on her wrist jingled.

The little girl first touched the bamboo handle of the brush, which made her second uncle, a teacher, nod repeatedly.

He then picked up the harmonica and licked it twice, causing everyone to laugh.

At this moment, she was suddenly attracted by the bronze mirror in the sunlight. The light spots reflected by the mirror were dancing on the ceiling, and she stretched out her chubby little hands to reach for it.

"She is a little girl after all. She loves to be pretty at such a young age."

The accident happened in the blink of an eye.

The chubby little hand suddenly swept across the cloth, grabbed a wooden spoon, and accurately hooked the twenty-yuan bill.

Amid the crowd's exclamations, half of the landscape painting on the banknote was torn off with a loud noise, and in an instant it was stuck to a colorful flyer - a new recruitment notice for actors for "The Peony" posted by Yuncheng Grand Theater.

"Huh? You want to be an actor?"

"It looks like a big star is going to emerge from our family!"

"Aunt, have you chosen a name for my little sister?"

"Yue Sheng." The young girl, who had just become a mother, had a kind look on her face.

"Song Yuesheng."

She pushed down the hair on her daughter's head and said with a far-reaching look: "I hope she will live a happy life and be happy and at ease."

As dusk fell, the small table was already piled with gifts: a small pipa carved from mahogany by my uncle-in-law, a purse with a winding branch pattern embroidered by my aunt-in-law, and glass marbles donated by my little cousin - sparkling in the sunset...

These gifts contain the family members’ wishes, and they all hope that this little baby will have peace and happiness in the future.

However──

Just like all old stories.

We are happy at the beginning, but accidents always appear so unexpectedly.

Six years later, on a midsummer morning.

The cicadas' chirping had not yet become louder, but under the porch of the Song family courtyard, six-year-old Yue Sheng was already as anxious as a cat with its fur standing on end.

She was carrying a small, light yellow schoolbag with ceramic bells hanging on it that jingled as she paced back and forth.

"Dad - Mom -" she shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice was crisp, but because she shouted too hard she choked on the morning breeze, and her face turned red as she bent over and coughed.

The mother's smiling response came from the second floor: "I am coming, wait a moment."

Little Yuesheng was so anxious that she stamped her feet, and her white sandals made a tapping rhythm on the bluestone slabs.

She looked up and continued to shout toward the window: "Mom! During the winter vacation, we were stuck at the highway intersection for a whole day! Do you remember? Dad was so hungry that he secretly ate three packs of my bear biscuits!"

Ten minutes later, footsteps were finally heard on the stairs.

My mother appeared wearing pearly white stilettos, and the lotus pattern on her dark green cheongsam flowed in the morning light.

Little Yuesheng rushed over and her head just happened to touch her mother's drooping tassel earrings: "Dear Mrs. Song, you are later than the departure time agreed last night──"

She held up the children's watch and shook it solemnly. "Thirty-seven minutes!"

The father followed slowly behind with a suitcase in hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the same cartoon watch as his daughter.

Xiao Yuesheng immediately tilted her head and glared at him: "Dad, why don't you urge Mom? Last time, Wang Xiaoming's mom said that his father was the one who controlled the departure time in their family."

The mother suddenly squatted down.

The fingertips with the scent of gardenia brushed over Xiao Yuesheng's curled bangs, and the canine teeth that were exactly the same as her daughter's when she smiled were exposed: "Baby, you will understand later--"

She glanced at her husband who was snickering, "It's more rare to find someone who can wait for you to slowly become beautiful than to see a rainbow after the rain."

Xiao Yuesheng blinked blankly. This metaphor was obviously beyond the cognitive scope of a first grader.

She decided to give up thinking, and ran out the door with one hand in each of hers: "I know, I know! If we run to the garage now, we can still beat the morning rush hour—"

Behind her, her parents exchanged a look.

The father suddenly bent down and lifted the little girl onto his shoulders: "As you command, little time officer!"

Xiao Yuesheng was so frightened that she hugged his head. The laughter of the three people scared away the sparrows napping under the eaves.

There was constant laughter on the way, and the three of them talked about how to play and eat delicious food when they got to the place...

Sudden.

Xiao Yuesheng pointed at the black spot that was getting bigger and bigger in the distance and said, "Mom, what do you think that is?"

The mother looked in the direction of her sight and saw that the black spot was getting bigger and bigger - it turned out to be a red meteorite, falling straight towards them.

Her eyes suddenly widened: "Old Song!"

"Hold on tight with the kids."

My father's fingers were clenched on the steering wheel. In the rearview mirror, the burning meteorite was dragging a red tail of flames, like a spear of fire thrown by the gods, splitting the entire sky in half.

The tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.

The mother's arms were like soft vines, instantly wrapping little Yue Sheng in her arms.

The girl felt a warm touch on the back of her neck - it was her mother's hand resting between her and the seat.

She smelled the familiar scent of gardenia, mixed with a hint of unfamiliar burnt smell.

"boom--!"

The moment the airbag exploded, little Yuesheng saw his father’s eyes turning to look at him.

Those eyes that always smiled were now wide open, and her frightened little face was reflected in the pupils.

Then the whole world spun, the car window glass exploded into millions of diamonds, and the mother's arms became the only anchor.

She heard her father calling her, but his voice seemed to be through a thick layer of frosted glass.

"...Child...protect...your head..."

The metal frame was squeezed and deformed, and warm liquid dripped onto the back of her hand.

Xiao Yuesheng wanted to look up at her mother, but found that her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

She heard the groaning of twisted metal, her mother’s heartbeat like a rapid drumbeat, and screams coming from far away.

"Fight 120!"

"Child! There's a child! Save the child first!"

"The fuel tank is leaking! Back off!"

In the blurred vision, many feet were running towards them.

Someone tried to open the car door, and the metal rubbing against each other made a sharp scream.

Everyone was busy saving people, and no one noticed that a red light entered Xiao Yuesheng's body.

Little Yuesheng felt her body being gently shaken. Her mother's breath was getting weaker and weaker, but the arms around her did not move at all, like a warm cage.

Then, darkness came like a tide.

Little Yuesheng's hand was still clutching a corner of his mother's cheongsam, and the dark green color was gradually being soaked by the deep red liquid.

The ceramic bell rolled off the broken schoolbag, making a crisp cracking sound on the asphalt road, like the abrupt end of a fairy tale.