When the live broadcast transitioned from the black screen to the 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 reveal their privacy. The mosaic would be removed only when they agree to be shown in full.

【...Is it my imagination? It's a bit scary】

【In front, 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.

"Okay."

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 are not difficult. There are two indoor scenes and two outdoor scenes. There are many extras in the exterior scenes as backdrops. Qin Jue only appears in the corner of the camera, but he is the center of attention.

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

Director Treasure.

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

After filming a scene and needing to move the location, she would turn on the live broadcast in the nanny car, with the camera intentionally away from the window to avoid exposing the location and other information, so as not to affect the filming.

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 the loneliness in Qin Jue's aura fade a lot. She knew that there were hundreds of people on the other side of the screen.

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 when 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 smiled and nodded.

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

【hhhh Mingzi 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 the 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, just as he said to Tian Gang, "life is already over."

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

None of them are 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.

【Wow wow wow I'm so scared I can't watch it orz】

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

That feeling of languor, with no interest in anything, and the look of wanting to die in the next second, the "little girl from the Langlang family" is all too familiar with.

She looked at Qin Jue, feeling a mixture of sadness, guilt, warmth, shame and other emotions pouring 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 said at that time, she felt a hint of warmth 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.<

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

It's really hypocritical, isn't it? When no one cares, I feel like I've been abandoned by the whole world; when someone lends a helping hand and smiles, I feel disgusted by being cared for like this, and I just feel like I'm there all day long.

You can only cause trouble to others, wishing you could retreat and retreat again, and completely disappear 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 disappear quickly?

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 how to put on makeup.

He knows how to dress well, he is extremely unsophisticated, he speaks in a thick dialect, his emotional intelligence is horribly low, and he makes people unhappy when he speaks. No wonder he has no friends, so he can only stay in the dormitory at this time...

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?!

In the final analysis, it’s because you are a waste, you can’t bear it at every turn, you are beaten to the point of being deformed by the smallest thing, you have a glassy heart, you are a hypocrite, and you can do nothing but cry.

It just so happens... there isn't much medicine left, and I'm almost finished. Otherwise, or I'll just wait until Little Wolf 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, 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 spinning around her in the classroom. She was so annoyed that she wanted to die. Her roommate went to the cafeteria alone without waiting for her. She was so annoyed, and she 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 between the live broadcast room and the black screen, the passage of time.

In the upper right corner of the phone, the numbers gradually become 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 wearing school uniform appeared in the live broadcast.

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...
Chapter completed!