Guan Suyi said solemnly, "The actors are in place, all departments prepare, the final scene, begin!"
As soon as Guan Suyi finished speaking, Jiang Ling began to get into character.
Le Zhengyu and the other crew members were all staring intently at Jiang Ling.
Previously, Jiang Ling had trended on the hot search for her incredible crying scenes. At that time, the media had published numerous articles praising her to the skies, which many did not believe.
After witnessing Jiang Ling's excellent performance just now, many could not resist their curiosity and searched for her, indeed being astonished.
Now, seeing her demonstrate a scene of sorrow to Le Zhengyu, this live demonstration of crying was bound to be even more spectacular and beautiful.
Everyone had expected Jiang Ling to cry profusely in this scene.
They all picked up their phones, ready to record videos and post them on their Moments, even preparing phrases like "tears welling up," "pear blossoms with rain," and "pity to behold."
However, the next scene made them gape in astonishment.
The moment Guan Suyi's words fell, Jiang Ling suddenly plopped down, placing one hand on Li Shengnan's tombstone.
She slowly closed her eyes, gazing at the grave, her hand resting on it as if they were one, with no sense of discord.
Her face was pale, her hair discolored and dull, her eyes devoid of light.
She sat there motionlessly, the cold wind whistling past, piercingly cold and making one shiver, yet she showed no reaction.
If not for her hand slowly caressing the tombstone, as if stroking a cherished treasure, the onlookers might have truly believed her heart had stopped beating.
Witnessing it firsthand, the impact was immense.
The crowd had never seen Jiang Ling like this – completely despairing, body and soul shattered, as if her very soul had been snatched away by the Black and White Impermanence.
What sat there was merely an empty shell.
There was no hysterical wailing, no uncontrollable torrent of tears, nor choked sobs that rendered her speechless.
Yet, everyone present saw a profound, inexpressible grief emanating from her.
Damn, this acting was truly superb.
Le Zhengyu was stunned by Jiang Ling's portrayal.
Could a scene of sorrow be acted in this manner?
Why could she convey such suffocating grief, as if her throat were being choked, without shedding a single tear?
Guan Suyi knew Jiang Ling was an excellent actress and that this scene would not disappoint.
But seeing her performance, she was still taken aback.
Such terrifying, silent sorrow.
Even if she had been studying acting since birth, it couldn't be this exaggerated, could it?
Everyone knew Jiang Ling's crying scenes were amazing, but they didn't realize her portrayal of sorrow was even more exceptional.
And the reason Jiang Ling performed so brilliantly, besides decades of dedicated practice and refinement, was her ability to observe real life.
In her early acting days, when portraying the grief of losing family, friends, or lovers, Jiang Ling, like other actors, lacked restraint, only knowing how to wail, each time louder than the last, a cacophony of desperate cries.
It gave the impression that the louder one cried, the more sorrowful they were.
Until that year, when a close childhood friend passed away, and she returned for the wake.
She inadvertently overheard gossiping elderly women from the village revealing that her friend was not their biological daughter, but was found by her adoptive parents by a garbage dump on a stormy night.
At that time, with strict population controls, her parents, wanting a son, considered too many children a burden and had abandoned her, the second daughter, caught between the eldest and third child.