Chapter 117
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The image on the monitor was split into two halves by a wall.
In one half, it was raining heavily and the sky was dark. In the other half, it was a warm and harmonious scene in the coffee shop.
Yu Yaoyao was drenched in her high heels and her hair was disheveled.
With trembling hands, she took out a lighter from her broken shoulder bag and searched all over her body, but she couldn't find a cigarette. Her gaze was as empty as a starless night sky.
She looked outside. Her dry and pale lips were quickly moistened by the heavy rain.
Raindrops fell from her long eyelashes and messy bangs, washing her old and empty black eyes.
However, her eyes seemed to be able to speak.
The man next to her brushed past her, only revealing a blurry silhouette in the camera. He was sheltering himself from the rain under the roof beam and patting the water off his body. However, he seemed to have understood her gaze.
A cigarette was placed in front of her.
Her peeling lips moved slightly, but in the end, she didn't make a sound and pursed her lips together.
She reached out her slender hand that looked like it was about to break. Her five fingers curled slightly, and her index and middle fingers slowly clamped the cigarette that was handed to her.
She lowered her head and bit it in her mouth.
With a snap, the lighter lit up a small ball of weak sparks.
After a few tries and trembling, he finally managed to light the half-moist cigarette.
She trembled and closed her empty black eyes. She took a deep breath as if she wanted to inhale all the smoke mixed with the rain into her lungs.
His pale lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to puff out a smoke ring. But, he suddenly coughed!
The painful cough and painful gasp almost made her bend her back. In the end, she leaned weakly against the wall.
She held the unfinished cigarette between her fingers. She coughed as if she was going to cough her lungs out. She covered her face.
Trembling and coughing, she struggled to bring the cigarette to her mouth and took another big puff.
She raised her head and took in big mouthfuls of smoke …
The red sparks almost reached her fingers.
That pair of lifeless black eyes were gradually filled with tears amidst the rising smoke. They silently fell from his eyes and in the blink of an eye, mixed with the raindrops rolling down the eaves.
The monologue ended here.
The two men stood dumbfounded in front of the monitor, unable to make a sound for a long time.
It wasn't until the next scene where the two women were cursing at each other in the room, crying and mocking each other for being useless, that they woke up with a start.
"Director …"
On Wei Ming's square face, there was only a bitter smile.
The director's move was too ruthless.
It was too stimulating …
He glanced at Lu Cheng and found that this brother was still in a state of shock. He couldn't help but pat him helplessly.
"How is it?"
Director Qi sat down and pointed at the screen.
"This one, and this one. These two women, from their eyes to their expressions, are all acting!"
"You've outlined the image of a helpless, frustrated woman who is caught in desperation so easily!"
As he spoke, he seemed to be recalling the shooting experience just now. He rubbed his chin as if he had not had enough of it.
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