Chapter 562

Prey.

Sammy was startled when the word came into her brain, but the unprecedented sense of reality calmed her brain down completely. She had no time to think at all. There seemed to be an invisible rope between the two people, pulling her forward and forward. The content of the script had become the instinct of the body, firmly imprinted in the soul, In this way, she entered a new world, which belonged to Henry——

Looking at the tearful face, red eyes and tired eyebrows, the eyes hidden behind the eyelashes could not see clearly. They could only capture the fragility from the embarrassment of the cheek. That strong sadness has turned into a substantial cold, wave after wave turned up.

But the despair hidden behind the cold made her heart begin to beat, puff, puff, as if two people's blood were connected, stepping on the same rhythm, even the soul began to blend. But the devil in her heart began to say: no one can be trusted, no man can be trusted, they are all the same, all are, men for her, just a tool to make money, is their own survival prey.

So Erica bit her lower lip, raised her index finger and wiped the blood out of the corner of her mouth. Her big, bright eyes were still looking at the man. He doesn't pretend to be pathetic, but his weak eyebrows, innocent eyes and red mouth are already natural weak people, showing his weak position.

As her eyes moved, Erica looked up and down at the man. Her eyes fell on the dirty ground of the bus, and she didn't lift it up again. Looking at the polished shoes, she began to think carefully. Just now, the drunkard who broke the debt and the drunkard who slapped her face had already been forgotten. She thought that maybe she could get the first bucket of gold from this man. Then, what price should she sell?

Such dignified gentlemen are often more terrible beasts, and they are willing to pay more for their perfect image.

Erica can't help looking forward to it. She quietly raises the corner of her eyes and looks into the man's eyes with the spare light of her eyes. How can he not be moved when he sees such a weak and helpless self, and such a delicate and lovely self?

However, Erica was disappointed. The rest of her eyes only caught numbness, cold and chilly, and quietly pulled the distance between the two people. The gradually spread eyebrows were calm and calm, and the eyes hidden behind the tears and eyelashes were deep and silent. There was no special expression on her whole face, even sadness, This is out of place in comparison with tears.

The vicissitudes like glazed clouds make people sad.

Erica dropped her eyes, picked up her thoughts, clenched her fist, and blamed herself for being distracted. Then he stood up again, patted the dusty part at will, and his mind turned quickly. At least, he didn't seem to be aggressive or sharp. His estranged indifference was so soft, as if the ice accumulated for hundreds of millions of years on Iceland. The transparency of his appearance penetrated into the inner core bit by bit and turned into a deep blue. He thought it would be cold and icy, but it was soft at first.

Erica felt that every muscle of her body was moaning and complaining. The ubiquitous pain made her bow down her back almost unbearably, but she couldn't give up. So she grabbed the handrail with her hands, gritted her teeth, stood up straight again, and then swayed gently along with the shaking of the bus, Show yourself a little exposed waist and buttocks wrapped in cheap cloth miniskirt, slightly drooping head from bottom to top looking at each other, the corners of the mouth outline the most brilliant smile, the line of sight slowly, slowly in each other's face around, the ambiguity is really obvious.

The man didn't dodge her sight, so he raised his eyes and looked at her peacefully. She could easily see every detail of her expression. But Erica was disappointed. She didn't catch anything, as if she were a stone. The numbness made her mouth bitter.

Hidden in this peaceful surface, it seems that nothing has been said, but it seems that everything has been said. That vicissitudes, that numbness, that desolation, in the night, like the bright moonlight, down.

This makes Erica's expression slightly pause, the look of pain rolling in the fundus of her eyes, flustered mood constantly bumping, all at a loss, she pretends to have pain in the corner of her mouth, to avoid the line of sight, but the calm eyes still let her feel unprecedented naked, not contempt, not desire, not pity, just calm. However, this kind of calm is more acute than any kind of negative emotion, she couldn't lift her head.

Henry looked at her clumsy and vulgar seduction skills, green and immature, clumsy enough to make people want to laugh, with a strong sense of humor, but he didn't smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes, just a little sense of loss of interest. He is tired, tired, tired, just want to leave, far away.

The bus is at the station.

Henry got up and stood by the back door; Erica pressed her way and fell behind him. Then Henry got out of the car, Erica got out of the car immediately, and the two of them left one after the other.

Henry is walking, Erica is walking, and the cameraman is still walking. Because they didn't hear the director's instructions, they had to continue to run, but this scene had been shot, the next scene's lens and lighting were not played well, and the three people in a row disappeared into the darkness in a twinkling of an eye.

Tony was staring at the screen, a surge of uncontrollable sadness, the kind of tightness in the chest of bitterness and despair people breathless. At this moment, he really realized what a perfect performance is! What is a wonderful deduction! What is the limit of acting! Just relying on the actor's performance, it links the whole script's transition and theme sublimation. The distinctive levels, mixed angles and rich connotations are displayed incisively and vividly in the short performance.

Now Tony finally understands what Langley means. Why Langley repeatedly asks to do it all over again, why Langley attaches so much importance to the script, the role, the communication between the director and the screenwriter, why Langley always ponders over the details of the performance, and more importantly, which piece of puzzle was missing in the previous performance!

Tony doesn't know what's more in lanli's performance. He is not an actor after all, but he can clearly feel that lanli's whole performance has been transformed and achieved a qualitative leap. Now I can finally feel that the whole performance, the whole story and the whole space are full, too much more and less, which can be called perfect.

What's more valuable is that there are no lines. In the whole play, Lan Li didn't have a single line, but the accuracy and accuracy of his emotion were full of the whole camera lens. This is the real performance!

"Wow Tony finally responded, exclaimed, and then covered his mouth, but the surging emotion in his chest was still hard to restrain, so he couldn't help it any more. He just jumped up, raised his hands and cheered, "Wow! marvellous! marvellous! It's so fuckin 'wonderful! Perfect! Ah, what a hell of perfection Then, like a child, he began to embrace everyone around him, crying and howling, regardless of his director image.

The sharp contrast is the silence and rigidity of the whole crew. They all exchanged their eyes, full of uncertain confusion: what happened?

They know their work like the palm of their hand, but they don't have a clear understanding of the work of actors. Many people even lack the most common appreciation ability. However, everyone has eyes and feelings. They can deeply feel the difference of the play just now. The rich and mixed emotions are hard to describe with words. They are just full of bitterness and can't say why. The sadness and loss of heart make the atmosphere depressed.

The original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can be so shocking, the original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can bring so much reflection and precipitation, the original performance can complement each other with the script, the original performance is not only a chess piece in the hands of the director, but also the key to light up the whole work

There was such a big gap between actors.

There is a ruler in everyone's heart. There is no doubt that this play is excellent and outstanding. Lan Li's insistence over and over again was rewarded after all. If you think about it carefully, the crew members are very hard. What about Lan Li, who has to go to battle in person and cry in real life in every play? What about Lan Li, who is constantly studying, challenging and reflecting on every play?

A full 69 times shooting a play, they just stand by, constantly repeating the same set of work, boring, but only so. So what has Langley experienced in the 69 times of shooting?

No one knows. Because Langley never complained. He has always been quietly preparing, thinking, pondering, as long as there is time to read the script repeatedly, as long as there is a gap in self-examination over and over again. No one can imagine how much pressure Langley had on his shoulders.

Jeremy lowered his head to wipe the embarrassment on his cheek. He secretly looked at the other colleagues around him, but they were embarrassed to avoid their eyes and pretended to look far away. The sense of shame made Jeremy at a loss. But he had to harden his head and shout, "Tony, the shooting is not over."

After hearing the hint, Tony responded, "card, yes, it's over, card, card."