Chapter 162: Play within a play: Just imagine if I was gone

When the two of them entered the camera, their aura changed instantly.

Cen Shang is no longer an indifferent god, but a god who protects the common people and has great love.

Xiang Meng is not a quirky little girl, but a little butterfly protected by the God.

The two of them worked together to exorcise the demon, and after a great battle, the god quietly came to Little Butterfly's side.

The little butterfly was born with deficiencies, and when it first emerged from the cocoon, its eyes were accidentally injured by the ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains. Now it cannot recognize objects with its eyes, which is very worrying.

The God Lord sighed, the reluctance flashed through his eyes, and then he sat cross-legged in front of Little Butterfly.

After a moment of silence, the god asked: "Little butterfly, do you want to see me?"

The girl nodded fiercely, but because she was going in the wrong direction, the god smiled and straightened her body.

"I'm here."

"Um."

"Want to see me?"

"Thought."

"Okay, close your eyes."

The warm palms were placed against her eyes. After a numbing sensation, the little butterfly slowly felt the light.

She slowly opened her eyes, but the raised corners of her mouth were frozen on her face at this moment.

What happened to her god?

Why do you look dead?

The God Lord seemed to notice the confusion of the little butterfly, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth. With such a simple movement, a lot of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The deity said: "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you in the future. You have to practice hard and don't be lazy anymore."

The little butterfly couldn't believe it. She blinked several times to get familiar with the light, the face of the god, and his words.

But no matter how you analyze it, the other party is saying goodbye.

She didn't want to say goodbye, so she subconsciously raised her hand to catch the tears falling from her eyes, but she didn't catch them.

Big teardrops fell on the ground, and quickly spread out, blending into the bright red ground.

After opening her mouth several times, the little butterfly finally summoned up the courage to call out to the god.

The voice was low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other party.

The god gently scraped off the tears of the little butterfly with his fingertips and said: "Everyone is destined to die, and so are gods. There is no need to feel sad about it."

But how could I not be sad?

Humans still have reincarnation, but gods don’t, so death is really death!

Little Butterfly reached out to grab the sleeves of the god, only to find that the sleeves were disappearing little by little. She knelt down and sat up, but before she could stretch out her hands, the person in front of her quickly degenerated and then disappeared.

The little butterfly was stunned for a moment, then became distraught and cried into the void for a long time.

Many people at the scene were moved by Xiang Meng's performance, except Cen Shang and the director.

There is no fault in this performance. Xiang Meng's performance is remarkable, especially the crying scene at the end, which was heartbreaking.

But he always felt something was wrong.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Cen Shang. Cen Shang didn't pay attention. He stood up and walked directly in the direction of Xiang Meng.

Walking to Xiang Meng, Cen Shang slowly squatted down.

Xiang Meng felt embarrassed and tilted his head: "Did I not act very well?"

Otherwise, why would Cen Shang look so serious? She suddenly recalled the time when Cen Shang acted sad, and then thinking about her own performance, she felt completely ashamed.

"You did a good job." Cen Shang affirmed first and then said, "But sometimes people are so sad that they can't shout or even cry."

Xiang Meng was stunned for a moment, and Cen Shang continued: "You entered the role very quickly this time, but just this level cannot help you complete all the scenes well, because you have no soul.

You need to turn yourself into this character, then all your reactions will be the drama itself. You can even break away from the script and give this character a completely off-track, fresh life, instead of imagining her experience in a certain framework.

, imagine how she would handle this situation."

"I don't quite understand." Entering the play, entering the role, turning yourself into the role, isn't that the same thing?

"Then just think about it, what would you do if the person who left was not the god, but me?"

Before Xiang Meng could think about it, just hearing these words, her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. Her eyes were moist but she stubbornly opened them wide, fearing that Cen Shang would really disappear from her eyes.
Chapter completed!