CHAPTER 464: CHAPTER 461: BEST ACTRESS 28

As a film critic, Meng Meiqi can watch any kind of movie or TV drama. Sometimes, she inevitably finds herself repulsed, but occasionally, she’ll stumble upon something that doesn’t seem appealing at first yet ends up loving deeply.

Take this movie for instance; originally, Meng Meiqi disliked films with such a dark tone. Especially when Ning Shuangshuang appeared, dressed like a rebellious youth, her hair dyed like a colorful feather duster, with dramatic makeup, roaring by on a motorcycle!

The shocking entrance left Meng Meiqi stunned for quite a while, as Ning Shuangshuang’s performance was starkly different from the heroic female general who rallies troops on the battlefield against the barbarians, full of responsibility and strategical skills! For a moment, she even considered withdrawing her fan support.

However, Meng Meiqi gritted her teeth and continued watching; she was Ning Shuangshuang’s steadfast fan, how could she be so unsteady? Even if Ning Shuangshuang ruined her former perfect image in Meng Meiqi’s mind, she’d continue to be a dedicated fan, biting down her dissatisfaction.

Later, Meng Meiqi almost wept as she watched Ning Shuangshuang’s character on screen, spewing profanity and fooling around with men, dating underage, brandishing a machete to join in gang fights, severely hurting others and getting imprisoned by the police, yet being released due to her underage status.

The character was utterly corrupt, and Ning Shuangshuang’s acting breathed life into her, but no matter how good her performance was, it couldn’t soothe Meng Meiqi’s broken heart; she simply felt this was not the upright idol Ning Shuangshuang she once admired!

Just watching this morally bankrupt girl on screen made people feel a surge of resentment piling up inside, evoking the urge to jump in and give her a good beating!

But the scene shifted shortly after, showing the girl, who was just released from jail, walk down the street carefree, yet upon seeing a couple out with their child, she followed them absent-mindedly, trailing them all the way back home.

At night, the girl sat on the roadside, staring at the warmth emanating from the family’s window, watching the shadows of the three snuggling together, she hugged her knees and bowed her head, slowly sinking into her memories.

The shot transitioned to a young girl huddling in fear at the foot of a bed, in front, were her parents, fighting both verbally and physically, the girl covered her ears and closed her eyes, pretending to see nothing, hoping the intimidating quarrels and abusive exchanges between her parents would end quickly.

But the girl didn’t wait for her parents to finish their quarrel, rather she was caught by the man and scolded fiercely, her mother, too, joined in, criticizing the girl for countless faults.

Yet the girl didn’t have any idea of what she had done wrong, she could only cry amidst the physical reprimands, praying in this primitive display of vulnerability for her parents’ compassion, but unfortunately, her method didn’t work; her parents remained unfalteringly argumentative and abusive.

Growing up in such a household of violence, the girl became increasingly withdrawn, shaped by the daily violence from her parents and their mutual battling arguments, instilling a personality marked by introversion and inferiority, which attracted bullying from her peers.

Until one day, when the bullying became unbearable, she recalled her parents’ frequent brawls, and for the first time, imitating them, she swung a wooden stick she randomly found, beating the two bullies into tearful retreat.

After scaring off the two, the girl was initially terrified, she returned home with a restless heart, constantly fearing those kids would tell their parents who might come seeking retribution, carrying an anxious anticipation she waited three days, but nothing happened.

It turned out those kids were afraid of her retaliating, thus didn’t dare report the incident and instead avoided her every time they saw her, never daring to bully her again!

Protecting herself with violence for the first time led her down an uncontrollable path; she mingled with a group of delinquents, involved in daily brawls, staying out all night, dyeing her hair, starting early romantic endeavors, and gradually, refusing to return to her argument-filled home, becoming a true rebellious youth.

Watching the girl on screen embrace herself with a forlorn look, Meng Meiqi found her previous anger towards the girl unknowingly dissipating, realizing this girl wasn’t naturally bad, but rather transformed by the pressure of her upbringing.

The girl, chaotic in her youth, became pregnant. She should have aborted, but she was unwilling. She remembered her violently abusive parents, and envied other families lovingly nurturing their children. Her deepest desire was parents who cherished her.

Touching her flat belly, the girl’s heart brimmed with curiosity, she impulsively wanted to try being the ideal mother she imagined, building a warm household and carefully tending to this child. Thus, she insistently pulled the boy who impregnated her to raise the child together.

However, as a minor, her physical development was insufficient; the girl also had no money, preventing her from mingling with her peers while pregnant, forcing her to work for savings only enough for delivery in a small clinic.

Due to underdeveloped body from underage pregnancy, she narrowly managed to deliver, enduring a near-death experience to give birth to the child, who despite such torment brought innumerable hopes to the girl’s barren life.

She labored arduously to rear her child, but alas, due to being born from an inadequately developed physique, the child was naturally frail, leaving the world after a fleeting existence.

Driven mad by losing her child, she reflected on her life, growing up amidst parental violence devoid of joy, later becoming a fearless delinquent yet still unaccepted, unable to feel happiness.

Only after having her child did she experience brief joy, now filled with profound regret, if only she hadn’t acted recklessly, if only she had waited to have children when matured, her child wouldn’t have left her!

Finally, consumed by despair, having lost all hope in life, the girl climbed atop a towering building!

Her re-dyed black hair danced wildly in the wind, her frail form seemed ready to drift away at any moment, a hollow numb expression filled her face, facing the crowd urging her against jumping, insisting she cherish life, a cynical smile graced the girl’s pallid visage.

She watched their mouth movements without hearing a word, her world painted in hues of despair, the girl suddenly laughed, bordering on maniacal.