"No, that's not what I want. The direction is correct, but the details are too blunt and the traces of the performance are too obvious. I'll do it all over again, I know the whole rhythm and scale now. ”

"Are you sure? It seems to me that this time is correct, at least more than the previous one. I can use this one. ”

"You can, but I can't. Let's do it again. Trust me, okay? I can do better, this scene is far more important than the opening scene on the first day, when you tossed around all afternoon, so what about this scene? Are you satisfied? Don't you want to see a more complete and proper performance?"

"Good fellow, count you to talk. So let's do it again and let me see the true essence of the show. I believe in you!"

"No problem, trust me!"

Then, Tony turned to the crew and shouted again, "One more time!"

"Oh!" The whining voice was no longer concealed this time, and it broke out directly, ninety minutes, another full ninety minutes passed, and the filming of this scene just now still failed to make a breakthrough, Lan Li and Tony were still spinning in place. Now that I'm going to do it all over again, many crew members are on the verge of collapse-

Because it's past four o'clock, and in half an hour, an hour, it's going to be dawn in New York, which means that they still haven't found anything on the fourth day of shooting?

This time, even Jeremy had no energy to comfort the rest of the staff.

If he had a choice, he would also like to call it a day now, go home to sleep, and, more importantly, officially end the filming of the scene. But obviously, he is not the one who has the right to speak, Tony and Lan Li are two complete madmen, and when a madman meets a madman, it is them ordinary people who suffer.

He didn't like Lan Li. Or more accurately, Lan Li made him not like it.

To be honest, Jeremy couldn't see a reason for the performances in the few scenes just now, he always thought that it was almost the same as the performance before Lan Li interrupted filming, and he couldn't say which one was good and which one was bad, but it was certain that the quality was very good. So, Jeremy doesn't understand what the persistence of the two crazy people is, not to mention, even Tony has already nodded his head, and Lan Li is still unyielding, which is really ......

A breath of anger was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't do it.

The agitation outside the bus seemed to explode at any moment, and no one would want to see it, but the calm inside the bus seemed to have no effect at all.

Sammy looked at Lan Li, who adjusted his breathing and precipitated, he sat in place and read the script carefully, this page of the script Lan Li has been torn apart, and the content is so slap-sized over and over again, not to mention Lan Li, even Sammy can complete the recitation fluently. But Lan Li still started reading again.

Lan Li's calm and stability calmed Sammy's irritability and restlessness a little, and he sat quietly next to him, a little distracted, and then Lan Li's voice broke the stability abruptly, "Okay! Let's start!" Sammy quickly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, took another deep breath, knelt on the ground again, faced the other extra, and set his position.

This time, instead of getting on the bus, Tony stood behind the monitor and watched the whole scene from a holistic perspective, including the cameraman's footage and the pre-set shots, and after making sure the actors were ready, Tony shouted again, "Go!"

If it weren't for the glaring recording on the slate board, the sixty-ninth shooting, it is estimated that even Tony himself would not be able to remember the number of times. The reporter finished playing the board, shouted loudly, "Let's shoot!" and then bent down and ran away, and the bus began to stagger.

Henry exhaled lightly, but he was stuck in the middle of the vomit, and the breath was stuck in his throat, he didn't swallow it, he didn't spit it out, his eyebrows were full of exhaustion, and the heavy sleepiness pulled his eyelids down, and then he raised his left hand, interspersed his hair, and combed his hair back, such a simple action, but even his whole head fell back, and every detail of his body was full of tiredness after struggling, and the remaining half of his breath was spit out long, and his whole shoulder drooped.

The heaviness like a thousand jun pulled the whole person down, and the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes leaked a trace of the shadow of interest, and the seemingly calm eyebrows had a lingering gray, like the white shirt that was wet by the wind and rain over and over again in the long and boundless rainy season, and the heavy dark gray came out little by little from the white background, damp, cold, gloomy, and heavy.

He forcibly tried to lift his shoulder, but only invisibly lifted it, as if he could see the invisible weight pressed down as heavily as Mount Tai, magnifying the effect of gravity tenfold, a hundredfold, and the line of the shoulder collapsed, and he sat in place in a daze.

The eyes seemed to have lost focus, looking straight ahead blankly, the dark brown pupils flashed with a painful look, and disappeared in a flash, the slightly frowning eyebrows struggled in pain twice, the desperate torture and torment were surging and boiling in the depths of the eyes, as if in the scorching fire of hell, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was frantically licking the soul, tearing into pieces little by little, and the naked eye seemed to be able to clearly see the process of turning into ashes, despair to the extreme, pain to the extreme, so that no sound could come out at all。

Without warning, the tearing pain and the boundless despair collided, and a tear flashed in the depths of the eye. Henry hurriedly closed his eyes, and the crystal tears hung on the long eyelashes, not falling, reflecting the swaying light in the bus, scattering a heartbreak.

Even if he didn't open his eyes, the slightly entangled eyebrows still revealed a thick torment, and the bitterness and suppressed pain were surging.

He gritted his teeth, as if he was suffering unimaginable torture, the lines of his face began to stiffen, revealing depression in the cold, but the patience was to the extreme, tears still slipped down from the closed eyes, a momentary collapse, a muffled cry came from the chest, pressed under his throat, but still leaked a trace of muffled hum, the kind of forbearance, that kind of suppression, the despair revealed by the convergence, in the gently shaking corners of the mouth were blurred.

Suppression, suppression, and suppression, the suppression that tried its best but still could not stop the fall into the dark abyss, the huge pull of the free fall, which unreasonably destroyed all control.

Tears slid down in large pieces, even if you closed your eyes, even if you clenched your teeth, even if you clenched your fists, you still couldn't stop the tears from surging out, but the whole cry was not sound at all, even the sound of thin breathing seemed to disappear, only the hot tears continued to fall, silent shouts, silent accusations, silent roars, outlining endless despair.

He sat quietly in place, weeping quietly, as if he could clearly see all the defenses, all the armor, all the shells all falling apart, and the fragments reflected in the crystal tears were like the sky falling apart.

It was quiet, there was silence all around, only the low sound of the bus engine in the middle of the night, but there was a man whose world was falling apart.

It's so cruel that you can't bear to keep watching.

Jeremy was completely stunned, and before he could realize it, tears had blurred his vision, and before he could even wipe off the water stains and hide his embarrassment, the tears had already burned the back of his hand. When he raised his hand, his face was already wet. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound at all, just froze in place, as if he had lost control of his emotions and the touch of his emotions, and stood in place blankly, crying bitterly. He didn't know why he was crying, but he just couldn't stop crying.

Such a picture is really unbearable, and it is so bitter that I can't breathe.

The emotions like a volcanic eruption burst out in the quiet, light and breezy performance, but burst out of the shock of the mountains and tsunamis, and the mountains and seas. The whole set was silent, and the spreading silence was like a huge wave crashing on the cliff, wave after wave, making people panic, torment, and even more desperate.

Breathing, breathing deeply, the turbulent emotions seemed to calm down in an instant, the eyes finally opened again, the dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, bottomless, ripples, bitterness, regret, self-blame, pain, sadness, loneliness, loneliness and countless other emotions, but they could not be accurately expressed, just a darkness, boundless darkness, surging with mixed emotions, step by step towards despair.

He took a big breath, but all the oxygen was piled up in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it at all, and his burning lungs began to burn, and then he coughed violently, dimly, as if he were going to cough out the whole lung, and then he tore down the barely built barrier again, and with each cough, the hot tears began to burst the embankment, almost burning his cheeks, but he couldn't stop at all.

He could only clench his fists, frown, breathe, breathe, his sweaty cheeks flushed with a sickly flush, as if smeared rouge, outlining a touch of death's demonic spirit. Then he drooped his head feebly, emptied his soul, and sat down in his chair, his ankle-bound despair daring toward the abyss.

The impact and speed of the free fall began to accelerate the pace of destruction, and the broken soul was now full of holes, and even the last trace of persistence between the eyebrows was dissipating. Then, he let go of his fists, no longer insisted, no longer resisted, no longer tried.

At the end of despair, is it to give up, or to accept?