After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 83 The Charm of a Good Actor

Mingdai slowly closed her eyes.

Scarlet is like ink droplets falling in clear water, constantly smearing, spreading, and spreading.

Her black hair, as thick as a cloud, was spread out messily in the blood.

The white skirt is like a dead butterfly, unable to hang its wings.

The red is dazzling, the black is gloomy, and the white is cold.

The pure and extreme interlacing of colors unexpectedly creates a creepy and poignant beauty.

Death is a flower that blooms from her bones and flesh, beautiful and touching.

The intense image shocked the eye far more than anything else, making her seem to turn into a demon in the snow, frightening so many mortals that they dare not approach.

Shen Qinghe didn't know the word fear, so he rolled and crawled to her side in a very embarrassed state, tremblingly trying to pick her up, but his hands couldn't use any strength.

"Mingzhu... Mingzhu... Mingzhu..."

He kept calling this name with a tearful voice, and anyone could feel the strong despair emanating from his soul.

The extras playing the servants rushed over in panic and tried to help him up, but were pushed away.

"Go away!"

He hugged her and cried heartbrokenly.

"Mingzhu! Don't leave me..."

Outside the set, countless people were so shocked by the emotions shown by the two that they secretly wiped away tears.

How can he act so well? No, it can’t be said to be acting.

Whether it is Ming Dai's pain of dying or Shen Qinghe's despair of losing her love, there is no trace of acting skills in their performance, as if the two characters of Princess Pearl and the Seventh Prince have been implanted in their souls.

In an instant, the previous speculations about Shen Qinghe's love affair due to drama disappeared, and Mingdai's strength defeated all their doubts and conjectures.

They were whispering behind their backs——

"No wonder Shen Qinghe acted so well. Only when you meet a good opponent can you create the most exciting sparks! Looking at Mingdai's performance, she definitely has a bright future!"

"Is this really Ming Dai's first drama? How can she act so well? Oh wow, why does my whole body hurt when she vomits blood? It hurts so much! How can those people on the Internet scold her!

Heizi has no heart!"

"Can I say that I feel that Ming De's performance is better than those two actresses? My God, how can I perform such a real sense of death!"

"This is the charm of a good actor."

"..."

Why can death be acted out so realistically?

Probably because this is a real experience.

The muscles in Mingdai's body twitched faintly due to fear.

In the middle of winter, lying in the snow with thin clothes, Mingdai didn't feel the cold at all, but cold sweat continued to break out on her back.

Even though she had heard Director Gao shouting "stuck", she still couldn't get away from the negative emotions. Her whole body felt as if she had lost all strength and was extremely weak.

Not only her, Shen Qinghe also failed to let go immediately. Instead, he hugged her tightly, as if this was the only way he could hold her and not leave.

Huang Yuanyuan and Yi Li ran over one after another.

"How are you, Dede?"

"Brother Shen, how are you?"

The two glanced at each other quickly, then moved away from each other, continuing to care about their artists.

But now that this scene has been filmed, the two of them should be separated, so why are they still holding on to each other?

Huang Yuanyuan looked around and was sure that it was Shen Qinghe who refused to let go. On the contrary, it was her Dai Dai who had tried to struggle several times. Looking at the sweat on her forehead, she felt distressed just looking at it!

"Teacher Shen...Teacher Shen!" Huang Yuanyuan forced out a fake smile, "Let go, the filming is over."

Shen Qinghe, who was immersed in great sadness, turned a deaf ear to this, and instead tightened his grip on Mingdai.

Yi Li heard a hint of disgust and immediately defended his brother Shen:

"Brother Shen is feeling uncomfortable. We need to take some time off!"

Huang Yuanyuan laughed: "We, Dai Dai, are not feeling well either. Well, the blood is all stuck to our bodies. We need to clean it up quickly without delay."

There is a vague tendency of tit-for-tat between the two.

At the same time, the two people who had not been able to show up here were also noticed by Director Gao and others.

Gao Yi came over specially: "What's wrong?"

Huang Yuanyuan and Yi Li didn't know what to say.

But after all, Gao Yi had rich experience, so after taking a second look, he understood.

"This hasn't happened yet."

As he spoke, he knelt down next to Shen Qinghe and patted his shoulder.

"Qinghe, wake up, the filming is over."

"Go away."

Shen Qinghe's voice was deep and hoarse. Although he was no longer crying, the situation looked worse than crying.

Sadness shrouded him like a shadow, sucking out his soul as nourishment and making him completely soulless.

He even said rude words to Director Gao, whom he always respected, causing others to take a breath of cold air.

Gao Yi's expression didn't seem to matter, and he glanced at Ming Dai in Shen Qinghe's arms.

Unexpectedly, Mingdai's condition was not good either. Sweat seeped out from her forehead and the tip of her nose, dampening her hair. She frowned, looking like she was in pain.

Gao Yi had to put more pressure on Shen Qinghe's shoulders: "Qinghe, let go! Mingdai is not feeling well now, you hugged her too hard!"

Shen Qinghe actually shook off Gao Yi's hand and looked coldly at the people surrounding them with "malicious intentions".

Gao Yi was a little surprised. He didn't expect Shen Qinghe to be so involved in the drama.

In the past, he occasionally had moments where he couldn't get out, but he would wake up after a little slowdown.

Now, his eyes were as empty as a wilderness burned by fire, so dead and lifeless.

This made Gao Yi a little confused as to what to do.

Finally, Mingdai raised her eyes drowsily and let out a thin groan:

"Let go...ahem."

"Mingzhu! You are still alive! Mingzhu! Mingdai!"

There seemed to be an inaudible "Didi" mixed in among the chaotic calls.

However, Mingdai's head hurt so much and the surroundings were so noisy that she was unable to identify her at all.

Shen Qinghe personally helped Mingdai sit up, and subconsciously wanted to touch Mingdai's face with his hands to confirm her temperature.

He murmured: "You are still here..."

The hand stopped one centimeter away from Mingdai's cheek.

Because Shen Qinghe suddenly remembered that his hands were covered in plasma.

Not wanting to dirty Ming Dai's face, Shen Qinghe quietly retracted his hand, feeling relieved.

"You're still here."

He was in a daze.

Taking advantage of his negligence, Huang Yuanyuan quickly stretched out her hand to help Mingdai up, leaving Mingdai unable to lean on him.

Mingdai lowered her head and glanced at Shen Qinghe sitting in the snow:

"Brother Shen, are you okay?"

The concerns that were not very careless still traveled through the wind and rain, reaching Shen Qinghe's ears.

He slowly raised his head, and all the gloomy, dull, and sad things faded away like running water.

"Brother Shen." Yi Li helped him stand up.

Shen Qinghe's eyes returned to calm.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his voice was gentle, but there was no trace of the heart-wrenching pain just now:

"Sorry, Mingdai, did it hurt you?"

Mingdai shook her head, looking weak:

"It's okay, I'm going to rest first, Brother Shen."

(End of chapter)