Nina left, and then, Thomas also left, in the huge crew, just the appearance and disappearance of two people, it is difficult to stir up any waves or attract any attention, no one is aware of the appearance and departure of the two people, let alone Lan Li and Brythe, who are fully engaged in the preparation of the filming.

How to tell the story of Owen and Claire's past, and quietly lay the groundwork for the image of the two characters, is undoubtedly the biggest challenge, and the only focus of Lan Li's attention now.

After repeated discussions, Colin finally decided to keep the lines light and leave more of the meat to the actors' performances to present, so as to avoid destroying the rhythm of the whole scene and even the whole movie.

Lan Li didn't object, he also wanted his performance to be lighter - although he was experienced in a hundred battles, but for comedy performances, Lan Li was always worried that he was too strong, he needed to relax the whole person, reduce the sense of carving, just like the performance of "Interstellar" showing the relationship between father and son, moisturizing things silently is the most appropriate, and "Jurassic World" is even lighter than "Interstellar".

At this time, all Lan Li's attention is focused on the role and performance, everything else is not as important as the scene that is about to start filming, Thomas and Nina are completely out of his radar, and now they are ready to enter the role wholeheartedly.

Standing outside the camera, Lan Li and Blythe are still playing against each other, ensuring the direction of the lines and the rhythm of each other, this way of preparing for the performance is more like a stage play, the style of London's West End and Broadway is blowing in the face, and the dramatic skills of the two actors can be shown at this time.

"Let's shoot!"

Colin's voice echoed over the crew, and then everyone on the crew couldn't help but hold their breath, and the serious and focused atmosphere naturally made them do their best to stay quiet.

Owen was repairing his motorcycle, and from a distance, he saw an SUV drive forward, and his movements paused slightly, but then he started to get busy again, glancing at Claire as she stepped out of the car - the haute couture fashion suit with slender heels looked like she was going to some awards ceremony, and it didn't fit in with the surroundings. Then, Owen didn't speak, withdrew his gaze, and continued to get busy with the business at hand.

Claire tugged at her coat - she didn't put her sleeves on, but kept it on her shoulders in a fashionable outfit style, and she had to tidy it up a bit to keep it from falling off, and then she could see Owen's oily appearance, which made her avoid her eyes and exhale heavily.

The white T-shirt has become a rag, and I can't help the original appearance, black and gray, and even makes people wonder what the original background color is; the flaxen-colored cargo pants have one left pocket and one right pocket, and it seems that he is always worried that there is no place to store his wallet and mobile phone, and now it has crumpled like a ball of sauerkraut, which is very convincing if he has just come back from rolling in the mud.

Claire took a deep breath, and there was a hint of struggle between her eyebrows: she looked like this again, as if she was torturing herself and everyone around her, she really couldn't stand it, but now she sent it to the door by herself, which made Claire very helpless.

"Mr. Grady. Claire gathered her emotions and walked over head-on, stopping near Owen, "I need you to come over and look at something for us." ”

Owen put down the things in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, the curvature of his mouth rose slightly, and he said in a joking tone, "Why do you call me Mr. Grady?"

"Owen!" Claire changed her name and looked at Owen for a moment, but she still looked away uncomfortably, always avoiding eye contact, "if you're not too busy." ”

"I'm still very busy. Owen withdrew his gaze and slowly wiped the oil from his hands, and he didn't have the courage to look at Claire head-on.

Claire tilted her head, as if every second she stood here was torment, but she closed her eyes and raised her voice, "We-have-A-New-attraction." This phrase can be translated as "we have a new attraction". It can also be translated as "there is a new spark between us".

Owen put down all the rags and tools in his hand, stood up, and showed a shallow smile at Claire, with a hint of bad ruffian, "Are you sure?"

Claire immediately understood, and her face was speechless, "I'm talking about dinosaurs, Mr. Grady." ”

"I guessed it too. Owen's smile was still on his lips, but his eyelids were slightly lowered to hide the fleeting flicker of loss and regret, and when his eyelids were raised again, his expression returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Claire didn't notice it, because there was a small flying insect around her, I don't know if it was a mosquito or an animal, which made her pay all her attention, waving nervously and patting, but she couldn't get rid of the little flying insect's trouble, so naturally she didn't have time to pay attention to Owen's fleeting look, "We have created a new dinosaur." ”

Owen took the initiative to step forward, made a quick move, and quickly and quickly grabbed the little flying worm to solve Claire's predicament.

Claire's expression was a little reluctant, and she pursed the corners of her lips, as if to say: I don't need help. In fact, if she could, she didn't want to have more to do with Owen, and she didn't want to accept even the slightest favor.

Owen keenly caught Claire's expression, but he didn't say much, quickly lowered his eyelids to hide his true emotions, and then changed the subject, "You just created a new dinosaur on your own?" Immediately after, Owen turned and walked in the direction of his cabin, as if he didn't want to wander around Claire.

"Yes, that's what we do. Claire didn't notice Owen's anomaly and nodded in the affirmative.

Owen looked at the lake not far away, his gaze gradually deepened and settled, and he whispered, "Just like God?"

"What?" Claire was too far away to hear.

"It's fine. Owen raised his voice and replied, concise and clear, as if he didn't even want to leave the end of the words longer, so he cut it off directly and neatly.

Such a small detail of the performance was not easy to notice at all, but it made Bryce fall into a momentary stunned, and when she looked at Lan Li's back again, her eyes couldn't help but pause for a moment.

On the surface, there seems to be no change in him, everything seems to be normal, but in reality, you can notice that his back is slightly stronger, and it is a little more upright than the previous casual state, and the tightness and alienation revealed invisibly are quietly transmitted.

But he hid it all so well that it was hard for outsiders to perceive, and he only had a strange feeling: he seemed to be particularly detached and vigilant, but it was impossible to know where this feeling came from and how it was presented, so that this rootless idea created more confusion.

Only those who truly understand the past can understand his pain.

Like Bryce – or rather, Claire.

She knew the ins and outs of everything, she knew his state, she knew his worries, but she couldn't keep worrying, she had to brake urgently.

So, before Bryce noticed the subtle change in her emotions, she closed her eyes and cut off all emotions, just like Claire did to Owen: they had broken up, and they knew the reason for the breakup, things would not change, and she should put the brakes on before they continued to hurt each other.

But the slight tightness of the facial expression still reveals the real surge of inner emotions, the indescribable intricacies, all hidden between the slightly frowning eyebrows and the tense corners of the mouth, silently, Bryce entered Claire's world, and the feeling of the integrated performance made the ups and downs of all emotions natural and real.

She needs to get back to business.

"In three weeks, it's going to be shown. Mr. Maslani asked me to come and consult with you. Claire said loudly.

Owen turned around again, his expression returned to that graceful/flowing/suave appearance again, and the light smile between his eyebrows released all the charm without reservation, "Do you want to discuss here, or ......" Owen raised his eyebrows, pointed to the hut not far away, and teased meaningfully.

The lonely atmosphere just now was fleeting, as if nothing had happened, and Owen's teasing and joking easily destroyed all the atmosphere, and the strong sense of weirdness made the corners of his mouth rise in arc a little.

Claire frowned and said with a slight irritation, "Owen, you know, it's not funny. ”

Owen flattened his voice and laughed like Donald Duck, "Haha, I think it's still a little funny." You know, I love seeing you helpless. ”

The atmosphere is finally back on track, and the kind of loss that dissipates in an instant does not destroy the overall rhythm, but quietly buries a seed of doubt, and then I can't help but start thinking, is there any unknown past between Owen and Claire?

When you think about it, things get interesting, and Claire's nervous look confirms that.

Claire raised her right hand a little nervously, pinned the fallen hair behind her ear again, showing a rare shyness and restraint, and wanted to open her mouth to refute but finally endured it again, and directly changed the topic, "We want you to re-evaluate the weakness of the fence." ”