Ling Qianhe's emotions were incredibly authentic.
He ran all the way to the underside of a stone bridge and crouched there.
The convulsing youth was like some abandoned little animal, so pitiful that it made one's heart tremble.
He remained silent, head bowed, his tears falling onto the wild grass. His fingertips gently traced the tips of the blades, his voice a low murmur, hoarse and heartbreaking.
"Did I... do something wrong?"
"I just liked Dongqing."
"I wanted to keep her here."
...
The subsequent plot was too heartbreaking.
Even the director felt it was too cruel for Ling Qianhe, who was deeply immersed in the role.
He simply didn't understand.
That's why he listened to the instigation of the villagers and testified.
Unintentionally, he had harmed Meng Dongqing.
Meng Dongqing had originally intended to expose the truth about the villagers' trafficking of women.
But the villagers, uniting together, twisted the facts. They claimed Meng Dongqing was the one who trafficked children.
Meng Dongqing was unable to defend herself and was arrested.
She fell ill.
No one cared for her.
Her suffering was also unknown to anyone.
Xiao Jun didn't know. He was joyfully thinking that his beloved sister would return, that she would stay with him forever, never leaving again.
Unfortunately—all of it was merely his wishful thinking.
The person he loved.
Would never return.
She died of illness in prison. Only after her death did her blood-written letter finally attract attention. With her life, she brought about a thorough investigation of the case, and the truth was finally revealed.
The village's wickedness was exposed.
The trafficked women finally received justice.
The village's dark forces were eradicated.
Xiao Jun knew none of this.
He was still waiting and waiting.
But—
He didn't know that the girl he was waiting for.
Would never come back.
No one told him, he didn't understand—he wandered blankly through the village, only hearing people mockingly call him a fool who was used as a pawn without even realizing it. Hearing them laugh at his foolishness, his heart felt as if it had been pierced through.
It turned out fools could also feel heartbreak.
It turned out that when a fool’s heart ached.
It bled just the same.
He looked up. It was raining. He blinked, the rain mixing with his tears, blurring his vision.
His voice, low and tender.
Emerged from his nearly cracked lips.
"I didn't harm her..."
"She'll be back..."
Others pushed him, and he fell into a mud pit. His legs continued to twitch violently. They laughed at him, finding him ridiculous and absurd.
"How can someone dead come back?"
"Are you dreaming?"
"It's time to wake up from this dream."
What is death?
He didn't understand.
He stood up and punched the other person hard in the chest. The other person grew fierce and slapped him hard across the face.
"A fool dares to hit someone?"
"The person you love was killed by you!"
"Hahaha, you're truly pathetic, you're just a fool! You killed her, she can't possibly come back, what are you? Even in her blood-written letter, she didn't mention you once!"
"She hated you!"
"Hated you for not distinguishing right from wrong."
"Hated you for harming her. If it weren't for you, how would she have been wronged, how would she have been scorned by everyone? You are a scoundrel, a bastard!"
The other person pointed fiercely at Ling Qianhe's nose.
And pushed him down again.
This time, he didn't get up to fight back. He just stared blankly at the other person, his eyes dimming bit by bit.
That fading light.
Was like a candle burnt to ashes.
He pursed his lips, tears mixing with the rain and mud, seeping into his mouth, tasting bitter.
His incredibly exquisite face retained a slightly vacant expression. His eyes were dim. After an unknown amount of time, he finally looked up at the sky and let out a cry of utmost pain.
"No..."
He gasped for air.
"She will come back."
Pain to the extreme, nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide.
A person like duckweed.
Raindrops hit his face, his body, he trembled all over, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I just wanted her not to leave..."
"I just wanted her not to leave me."
He wept inconsolably.
Like a child who had lost a beloved toy.
But a child who loses a beloved toy can get a better one.
They can buy a new one.
He had lost the person he loved.
Where would he find.
Another exactly like her?
He staggered to his feet but tripped on a stone, falling into the mud pit. The muddy water almost entered his mouth and nose. He choked, coughing continuously, the pain stretching out so long.
It felt like a long, unending nightmare.
He would never wake up from it.
...
After a considerable pause, the director finally called cut. The crew members rushed over to help Ling Qianhe up and check on him.
He was alright, but the young man seemed soulless. The pain in his eyes was chilling to witness.
The film crew members had already started losing their composure. Seeing him in such a pathetic state, even knowing it was acting, they couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
The director looked at the script.
Fortunately, only two more scenes were left.
Once they were filmed—they could wrap up.
This movie was truly heartbreaking to make.
Although the script was difficult, the actors were all top-notch, performing several times better than his best expectations. The resulting effect was deeply moving.
The crew members quickly changed the scene and props.
Ling Qianhe remained sitting still in his spot, his eyes devoid of much emotion. Sitting there, his exquisite face was cold, exuding an aura of chilling aura that no one dared to approach.
Producer He Yunru and the director whispered to each other.
"It's fortunate we let Xiao Ci take leave and go ahead. Otherwise, with Xiao Ci present, he might not have been able to achieve this state. Although it's heartbreaking, this state is exactly what we wanted."
"For the last scene, strike while the iron is hot; he must perform to the absolute extreme!"
The final scene.
Was of Ling Qianhe, playing Xiao Jun.
Stubbornly seeking revenge for his wife, for Meng Dongqing.
He set fire to the house of the family that had incited him to testify against Meng Dongqing. He was frantic and obsessive. The villagers ran out, recognized his face, and were struck by lightning. They couldn't help but shout.
"Xiao Jun, are you crazy?"
"Not only are you a fool, but you've also become a madman?"
He stared blankly at the house where he and Meng Dongqing had once married, his voice a sob, his heart aching to the bone.
"You are all lying to me!"
He looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
Word by word, as if squeezed from his teeth.
Filled with agony.
"You are all lying to me!"
He wanted to cry, but his tears seemed to have dried up. His voice was so pained, the agony seeping into his bones, he said.
"You are all using me... You think I don't understand anything, you think you can fool me like an idiot."
"But I understand!"
"I know who I love, I know who I like, and who I want to be with forever." DaFeng Novel Network
Tears streamed down his face.
The tears were like pearls. He looked up, at the anxious and bewildered faces of the others, at them grabbing him in a panic, but he said.
"Give her back to me!"
No one answered him.
In the chaos, flames raged. He lunged towards the house in the inferno, saying.
"We were married, she is my wife."
"I will wait for her forever."
Through tear-filled eyes, what he reached for seemed to be air, a phantom. In the midst of the raging fire, he thought he heard sirens, or perhaps nothing at all.
He loved his little wife.
It didn't matter if she was lost.
He would find her.
He would forever, forever, find her.
He would always find her.
...
This was the final scene, the last shot.
The director had deliberately stayed longer, worried that Ling Qianhe would not be able to break character. Lin Muxu had only taken a day off. When she returned, this scene had already been filmed.
The sky had grown dark.
The dusk deepened.
Crimson clouds hung in the sky, like sheets of flame. She carried the cake she had brought for the film crew and had just reached the shooting location.
She was a bit surprised. Why were the crew members staring blankly?
Where was Ling Qianhe?
Wasn't today his final day of shooting? Hadn't he finished his scenes yet?
But the photographers had already packed up. She had seen the photographers when she arrived.
Lin Muxu was quite perplexed. She looked up and saw a man with red-rimmed eyes standing opposite her. He looked at her, then forcefully pulled her into a hug.
He was so forceful.
She felt as if she were sinking deep into his embrace.
He held her.
His lips instinctively sought hers.
She could feel the heat of his lips at the corners of his mouth.
So scorching hot, she stared at him blankly.
Suddenly she realized.
This was a film set! This was filming!
But Ling Qianhe had no intention of letting her go. Ling Qianhe held her tightly. She was completely held captive by him. In her ears, his voice was low, filled with deep affection!
"I will never."
"Let you leave."
Immersed in the role.
Obsession took root.
He fiercely ground his lips against hers. He didn't care how many people were watching, nor what they thought. His eyes were solely focused on the woman before him.
This woman.
Was the object of his affection.
The one he longed for.
Ling Qianhe hugged her and kissed her, his possessiveness evident in his eyes. Lin Muxu felt as if she were suffocating from his kiss, as if all the air had been drawn out of her lungs!
She stared at him blankly, a thought suddenly crossing her mind.
Had he broken character?
He wasn't the village chief's foolish son anymore!
He was Ling Qianhe himself!
Fierce and petty.
A jealous outburst.
That was it!