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

Chapter 83 The Charm of a Good Actor
Ming Dai slowly closed her eyes.

The scarlet is like ink droplets falling in clear water, constantly blurring, spreading and spreading.

The black hair, as thick as a cloud of ink, spread out messily in the blood.

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

Red is dazzling, black is gloomy, and white is cold.

The interlacing of pure to extreme colors unexpectedly gave birth to a creepy and poignant beauty.

Death is a flower that blooms from her bones and flesh, gorgeous and soul-stirring.

The strong picture is far more eye-catching than anything else, making her seem like a ghost in the snow, frightening mortals so that they dare not approach.

Shen Qinghe didn't understand the word "fear", and even rolled and crawled, he crawled to her side in an extremely embarrassing manner, tremblingly trying to hug her, but his hands couldn't use his strength no matter what.

"Pearl...Pearl...Pearl..."

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

The extra performers playing the servants rushed up in panic and tried to help him up, but they were pushed away forcefully.

"Go away!"

He hugged her and cried heartbreakingly.

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

Outside the set, I don't know how many people were shocked by the emotions shown by the two, and they all secretly wiped their tears.

How can you act so well?No, it cannot be said to be acting.

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

In an instant, the previous speculations about Shen Qing and his love for drama disappeared, and Ming Dai's strength defeated all their doubts and conjectures.

They whisper behind their backs—

"It's no wonder Shen Qinghe's acting is so good. Only when he meets a good opponent can he collide with the most exciting sparks! Judging by Ming Dai's performance, the future is absolutely boundless!"

"Is this really Ming Dai's first play? How can she act so well, woo woo woo, 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 think Debbie and the two actresses acted well? My God, how can I perform such a realistic sense of death!"

"This is the charm of a good actor."

"..."

Why can death be played so realistically?
Probably because this is a real experience.

The muscles of Ming Dai's body spasmed faintly due to fear.

In the midst of winter, and lying in the snow in thin clothes, Mingdai didn't feel the cold at all, but cold sweat continued to ooze from her back.

Although she had heard the "card" shouted by Director Gao, she still couldn't get rid of the negative emotions for a long time, and her whole body seemed to be exhausted and extremely weak.

Not only her, but Shen Qinghe also failed to let go immediately, but hugged her tightly, as if this was the only way to hold her tightly.

Huang Yuanyuan and Yi Li ran over one after another.

"How are you, Dede?"

"Brother Shen, how are you?"

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

But now that the filming of this scene is over, it stands to reason that the two should be separated, why are they still hugging each other and not letting go?
Huang Yuanyuan looked closely, she was sure that it was Shen Qinghe who refused to let go, but her family, Dai Dai, had tried to struggle several times, looking at the sweat on her forehead, her heart ached!
"Mr. Shen...Mr. Shen!" Huang Yuanyuan forced a fake smile, "Let go, the filming is over."

Shen Qinghe, who was immersed in great sorrow, turned a deaf ear to this, and instead bound Ming Dai even tighter.

Yi Li heard a little disgust, and immediately defended his brother Shen:

"Our elder brother Shen is suffering, take it easy!"

Huang Yuanyuan laughed: "Our Dai Dai is not feeling well either, here, it's all blood plasma sticking to her body, we need to clean it up quickly without delay."

The two were faintly confronting each other.

At the same time, the two who have not been able to play for a long time were also noticed by Gao Dao and others.

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

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

However, after all, Gao Yi has rich experience, so after a few more glances, he understood.

"It's not out yet."

Said, squatting down next to Shen Qinghe, patted his shoulder,

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

"Go away."

Shen Qinghe's voice was deep and hoarse, although he didn't cry anymore, the situation seemed worse than crying.

Sadness shrouded him like a shadow, absorbing his soul as nourishment, making him lose his soul.

He even said impolite words to the always respected Director Gao, which made others gasp.

Gao Yi's expression didn't matter, he glanced at Shen Qing and Ming Dai who was in his arms.

Unexpectedly, Ming Dai's condition was also not good. Sweat oozes from her forehead and the tip of her nose, wets her hair, her brows are frowned, and she looks very uncomfortable.

Gao Yi had no choice but to put more weight on Shen Qinghe's shoulders: "Qinghe, let go! Mingdai is not feeling well now, you are hugging too hard!"

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

Gao Yi was a little surprised, he didn't expect Shen Qinghe to be involved in the drama to this extent.

In the past, he occasionally couldn't get out, but he could always wake up after a while.

Now, his eyes are as empty as a wilderness that has been scorched by fire, and there is no life in it.

This made Gao Yi a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

In the end, it was Ming Dai who raised her eyes in a drowsy state, and groaned softly:

"Let go...cough cough."

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

There seemed to be an inaudible "Dai Dai" in the chaotic calling.

But Ming Dai's head hurts too much, and the surroundings are too noisy, so that she can't recognize it at all.

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

Muttering in his mouth: "You are still..."

The hand stops a centimeter away from Ming Dai's cheek.

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

Not wanting to dirty Ming Dai's face, Shen Qinghe quietly withdrew his hand, feeling at ease.

"You're still there."

He was in a daze.

Taking advantage of his negligence, Huang Yuanyuan quickly stretched out her hands to help Mingdai up, and Mingdai was unable to lean on her body.

Ming Dai looked down at Shen Qinghe who was sitting in the snow:

"Brother Shen, are you okay?"

The concern that didn't stray too much, still went through the wind and rain, and reached Shen Qinghe's ears.

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

"Brother Shen." Yi Li helped him up.

Shen Qinghe's eyes returned to calm.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his voice was gentle, without the heart-wrenching pain just now:

"Sorry, Ming Dai, did I pinch you?"

Ming Dai shook her head, looking weak:

"It's okay, I'll go rest first, brother Shen."

(End of this chapter)