Chapter 129 Countless Expected Deaths

When the live broadcast transitioned from black screen to picture, Qin Jue was already in the dressing room.

Moriran considered everything carefully. Everyone in the camera except Qin Jue would be automatically blurred so as not to expose their privacy. The mosaic would only be removed when they agreed to be shown in full.

[…Is it my imagination? It’s a bit scary]

[In front of you, you are not alone]

After entering the mosen state, Qin Jue, who had changed into costume, sat expressionlessly in front of the makeup mirror, letting Xu Ying do her makeup.

After so many days, I also saw with my own eyes how Qin Jue mutilated himself on the set because he was too involved in the drama. Xu Ying's current psychological quality is no better than usual, her hands are as steady as a surgical operation, and the whole process is neat and tidy.

"alright."

Xu Ying put down her makeup brush and spoke softly.

[Why is the sister who puts on Xiaolang’s makeup so full of love and affection in her eyes?]

[Yes, yes, although it’s so confusing, my sister is so gentle]

Qin Jue nodded slightly and slowly moved his neck in front of the mirror, his eyes staring straight at himself in the mirror from beginning to end.

Obvious dark circles under the eyes, slightly deep nasolabial folds, and rough skin make her look like a social person who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. Just by looking at her appearance, it is impossible to tell whether she is in her early twenties or in her late thirties.

The live broadcast returned to a black screen the moment Qin Jue walked out of the dressing room, with barrage after barrage of heated discussions from fans floating on it.

In their words, "I finally saw something new, so of course I have to savor it carefully."

Today's scenes were not difficult. There were two scenes indoors and two outdoors. There were many extras in the exterior scenes as backgrounds. Qin Jue only appeared in the corner of the camera, but he was the focus.

Using movement to depict stillness, and using large to contrast small, are He Xu's photography techniques.

Treasure director.

Qin Jue learned the hot words on the Internet and sighed secretly.

After filming a scene and when the location needs to be moved, she will turn on the live broadcast in the nanny car. The camera deliberately avoids the window to avoid exposing the location and other information, so as not to affect the shooting.

If it weren't for his daughter's powerful real-time processing system, Qin Jue wouldn't know how many people he would have to recruit to achieve such a complicated and appropriate live broadcast.

She stared at the camera quietly, from the initial discomfort to the current habit and kindness. It must be said that the "live broadcast" made Qin Jue's loneliness a lot less. She knew that on the other side of the screen, there were hundreds of people. Thousands or even tens of thousands of people accompanied her. This fact made people inexplicably reassured and moved.

"Brother Qin, would you like to eat something?"

Zhang Ming was also in the car. Just now while Qin Jue was filming, he went to the snack shop next to him to buy breakfast.

"Well, have you eaten yet?" Qin Jue took the sandwich and breakfast milk.

"Eat, eat." Zhang Ming nodded with a smile.

[Xiao Ming is so awesome, I’m a little scared when I see Lang Lang through the screen...]

[hhhh Akiko is so hardworking, she is still taking online classes]

[Oh my god, isn’t this a public class at Qinyi Technology? I just finished listening to this lesson yesterday and I’m exhausted]

Qin Jue chewed his breakfast, immersed in Mo Sen's state, as if he couldn't feel the taste of food in his mouth. He regarded "eating" as a task to maintain his life, and completed it without hesitation.

This man who became a murderer, as he himself said to Tian Gang, "life is already over."

Living like a zombie, the only things that can cause mood swings are nightmares, blood and violence based on sex.

None of it is good.

The gloominess in Qin Jue's eyes became even darker, and coupled with her frighteningly sickly pale skin, it gave people the illusion that she was being targeted by a pervert.

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

[I feel so kind. Sometimes I look like this when I see myself in the mirror...]

The "little girl from the Langlang family" is all too familiar with that look of being helpless, showing no interest in anything, and wishing to die in the next second.

She looked at Qin Jue, a mixture of sadness, guilt, warmth, shame and other emotions poured into her mind.

It was really disgusting last night... Even though I had a hard time connecting with the actor I like, every time I open my mouth, I talk about those negative energies, and I always want to die. It's too bad...

But when she thought of what Qin Jue had said at that time, she felt a touch of warmth again in her suffocating heart. It was the warm feeling of being cared for and loved, and there was an urge to cry that was different from sadness.

Just, just...

Even though he was very, very grateful to Qin Jue, the "little girl from the Langlang family" still huddled into the bed in pain, letting her long hair cover her face, leaving only a translucent screen in the dullness and darkness.

Depressed people may even be afraid of the love of others.

It’s really hypocritical, right? When no one cares about me, I feel that I have been abandoned by the whole world; when someone lends a helping hand and smiles, I feel disgusted by being cared for like this. All I can do is cause trouble to others all day long, and I want to retreat. If you retreat again, you will disappear completely from this world.

Sure enough... I will die one day.

As Qin Jue got out of the car and returned to the familiar black screen in the live broadcast room, the "little girl from the Langlang family" looked at herself reflected on the screen, almost reflexively cursing this ugly and embarrassed face in her heart.

Why don't you just disappear?

I can never fulfill my parents' requirements. No matter how hard I study, I still can't understand the knowledge. I finally got admitted to a second-rate university. I joined a club on a whim the day before. I still don't dare to go to the dinner party today because I don't know whether to put on makeup or not. He knows how to dress well, he is extremely rustic, he speaks with a thick dialect accent, his emotional intelligence is horribly low, and he makes people unhappy when he speaks. No wonder he has no friends. At this time, he can only huddle in the dormitory...

Low sobs came from the bed, as if they were blocked in the thick quilt, unable to spread or be conveyed.

What is the need for people like you to live...

It's obvious that others are able to smile and work hard when faced with more difficult and difficult situations, why can't you? !

After all, it's because you are a waste, you can't bear it at every turn, you are beaten to the point of being dehumanized by the smallest thing, you have a glassy heart, you're a hypocrite, you can't do anything but cry.

Just in time... there isn't much medicine left and I'm almost finished. Otherwise, or just wait until Xiaolang finishes singing this song...

She whimpered and bit the back of her hand hard, using the pain fed back to her body to heal her mental pain, creating a vicious cycle.

Countless times, she stood on the rooftop, the breeze blowing her long hair, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and she felt so comfortable that she wanted to jump off.

Countless times, she stood by the river. There was a haggard girl on the water with an unhappy face, which made her want to fall down and hug her.

countless times……

There are countless times when I want to die.

For some reason, there was a bee just buzzing around her in the classroom. She was so annoyed that she wanted to die. Her roommate went to the cafeteria alone before she could wait for her. She was so annoyed. She also felt that being tied up with others was even more annoying. She wanted to die. She had insomnia. So I slept through the homework assigned by the teacher and didn't dare to ask others. In the end, I wrote a mess and turned it in with poor grades. It was so annoying...

I have liked Qin Jue for so long just because he is not popular yet, he is still very gentle, and he can read every barrage...

I can still...see myself...

Ah, a selfish person like me is really... hopeless...

The endless entanglement, the alternation of images and black screens in the live broadcast room, and the passage of time.

In the upper right corner of the phone, the numbers gradually reached sixteen o'clock.

The noisy human voice filled her eardrums, and the girl shrank subconsciously. The bright screen instantly attracted all her attention.

Qin Jue appeared in the live broadcast wearing school uniform.

On the bustling crossroads, he carried his guitar and walked step by step to the microphone stand.

Eh……?

Singing in front of so many people?

It’s so awesome, it’s probably something I can’t do in my life…

"The little girl from the Langlang family" covered her mouth under the quilt. In the real-time switching shots, Qin Jue was playing the strings of the piano, and a string of musical notes sounded faintly.

There is another update in the evening, and I feel uncomfortable if I stop here (