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Everyone was quietly exchanging glances, and the tacit understanding of "after discussing the gossip behind the scenes, the parties knew nothing, and the people present knew it", slowly flowing in the air, making the corners of people's mouths rise, but they kept glancing at Lan Li with the rest of their eyes, and then secretly communicated with their eyes again.

The tacit and schadenfreude between the eyebrows and eyes is surging.

In recent months, rumors about Lan Li have been boiling and endless, but rumors are rumors after all, and people are only willing to believe them if they have really seen and experienced it with their own eyes. Today, Lan Li put on a posture that is difficult to approach, pretentious, and has no one in his eyes, which makes people can't help but have the mentality of watching a good show: just look at what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd!

It's not just Hollywood, even in real life, people are happy to watch good shows. If you succeed, you will naturally end everything, but once you fail, everyone will be impatient to fall into the well.

Unconsciously, everyone's eyes converged towards Lan Li, even actors such as Anna and Bryce, and there was inevitably some pickiness, scrutiny, and difficulty in their sights. Subtle, but sharp.

Seth could feel those eyes, but he didn't stop everyone, his hands were crossed on his chest, and his mood couldn't help but be a little impetuous, he was originally overjoyed because of Lan Li's joining, and the performance just now also confirmed this, but now Lan Li's cooperative posture made it a little difficult for him to do, this is just the third day of the crew's start-up, what should I do after that?

Deep down, Seth was also a little indifferent.

Everyone else was watching, but Jonathan couldn't.

As a director, Jonathan hasn't had time to communicate with Lan Li, why didn't the scene just now? Where does it not work? Does the shooting method need to be changed? Is the performance rhythm and shooting camera position appropriate? What changes have been made after the adjustment?

Jonathan had to confirm all of these details, and his gaze followed Lan Li and landed on his silhouette.

The tense back relaxed a little, and he was turning his head to move the shoulders of his shoulders and neck, and at the same time doing some strange stretching movements, his eyes fell on the script on the table in front of him, and he read it word by word, as if nothing had happened just now, and he was immersed in the preparation for the performance again.

After adjusting his breathing, Jonathan stepped forward and said politely, "Lan Li, I'm sorry to interrupt you." ”

Lan Li stopped his movements for a while, and turned his head, Jonathan could clearly see those dark brown eyes, regaining his calm, and the waves were like a clear and translucent lake, and the shimmer of ice and snow gradually melting slowly flowed slowly on the edge of the lake. This is a far cry from the rage, depression, and anger just now, and it looks like two completely different people.

Jonathan cleared his throat to hide his gaffe, "What's wrong with the performance, does the way the shooting need to be adjusted, or is it the acting?"

Lan Li didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment, "There are some problems with the whole performance. This sentence made Jonathan obviously stunned, "Okay, shoot again, you see how it goes, let's discuss it slowly, what do you think?"

Lan Li can dissect the entire character in detail and explain it to Jonathan. But this is not an easy task, and Jonathan is not the kind of style that strives for excellence in acting, and the communication between the two sides is bound to be not so simple. So, instead of spending lip and tongue here, it's better to show one side directly, and once you have the contrast, everything becomes clear.

Different directors have different styles, some directors like to hold the control firmly in their hands, while others like to give the actors more freedom and space.

Looking at Lan Li, who took the initiative to make arrangements, Jonathan didn't feel offended, although he still had a lot of doubts, but he didn't raise it after all, and nodded in affirmation, "Then let's do it again!"

Turning around, Jonathan saw the expectant look in everyone's eyes—not a happy expectation, but a faint hint of schadenfreude. Jonathan suddenly felt that Lan Li was a little pitiful, he turned his head, his eyes fell on Lan Li's shoulder, and found that Lan Li was not moved at all, and began to read the script again, which made him exhale lightly and take a step.

Jonathan called Andrew aside, whispered an explanation, and then clapped his hands, reminding the staff present to get ready to go back to filming.

Andrew was actually a little confused, because he was in the room all the time just now, and he heard everyone's discussion clearly. Now that he started shooting again, his body movements and facial expressions were inevitably a little stiff, and he didn't know how to face Lan Li.

Sitting down across from Lan Li, Andrew cautiously raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him seriously. From the actor's point of view, the performance just now was really an extremely special experience, the rhythm of his performance was completely swept into Lan Li's aura, and the shock and despair of heartbreak made him unable to look directly into the other party's eyes.

In fact, after looking back, Andrew realized that his performance was not in place, because his eye-avoiding movements were too obvious and very jerky, which did not match the doctor's setting. Given the chance to do it all over again, Andrew couldn't be happier. However, he couldn't help but wonder why Lan Li called the performance just now "bad"?

Andrew opened his mouth, a little hesitant, wanting to ask Lan Li if there was a problem with his performance just now, but he didn't know how to open his mouth for a while, and when he hesitated, the sound of the scene notes came from his ears, the filming was about to start, and Lan Li began to pack up the script in his sight, Andrew could only temporarily take his thoughts back, straighten his waist, and prepare for the performance.

Lan Li adjusted her sitting posture, let all her emotions settle down, and the whole person was in a state of calm and calm, and then the corners of her mouth rose gently, gently.

It was just a normal day, he made a special trip to the hospital to inquire about the results of the previous examination, he only had some waist pain, and then the symptoms of insomnia, maybe the doctor could prescribe some drugs to help sleep. But then he thought of Kyle, and he knew that if he got the prescription, Kyle would be very happy, because he could get the prescription in the open.

He was so relaxed that he even wondered if he should go to the park in the afternoon to relax after the check-up, or surprise her at Rachel's girlfriend's company.

The pamphlet in his hand was so interesting, he knew for the first time that there were so many unintellable words in the original medical diseases, and he felt as if he had never learned English, and he was still a person who depended on words for a living. In that sense, are medical students more powerful than literature students? That's a bold assumption.

"Let's shoot!" Jonathan's voice echoed through the room.

His eyes were still on the pamphlet in his hand, and then the doctor came in, and he politely stood up and said hello, but the doctor had no intention of responding, and kept looking at his examination report, and then sat down, took out the tape recorder and began to say a lot of strange words. I don't understand, I still don't understand.

His gaze couldn't help but tilt to the upper left corner, as if a dialog box could pop up above his head, "Is the doctor talking so profoundly? What should the doctor do when he is dating an ordinary person?"

Then he retracted his gaze and looked at the doctor seriously, trying to listen for a while, but he was still full of question marks, so his eyes turned to the upper right corner again, and the cartoon character-like dialog box popped up again, "He said that the blood and urine tests are normal, so why is there such a big paragraph at the end?"

His gaze fell on the doctor's chattering mouth, and the words began to fade away, leaving only a closed mouth, as if some saliva could be seen spraying in the air, and suddenly it was a little embarrassed. Because he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what the doctor was doing, could it be that he had misremembered the time?

"Uh......" He made a low sound in his throat, tentatively raised his right hand, trying to attract the doctor's attention, but unfortunately failed, he couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth, leaned forward slightly, shook his right hand, and cautiously lowered his head to meet the doctor's gaze. Finally, the doctor noticed him.

The doctor paused the recording, and the question in his mind blurted out, "I want to ask, what brand of voice recorder is it?" But before the words blurted out, he realized that he had made a mistake, and couldn't help but brake urgently, and his expression became a little embarrassed, his eyes quietly left the doctor, slowly circled, waiting for the embarrassing air to dissipate, and then lowered his head and cleared his throat, as the result of the topic just now.

"Sorry, I didn't understand too much. He asked curiously, with a polite smile on his face, apologizing for his recklessness just now, "Is there something wrong with my body?"

Andrew raised his eyes, glanced at them, and then saw a smile of greeting flashing in the other person's eyes, polite and sincere, with a hint of curiosity, as if a freshman was exploring this new world. This made Andrew lower his gaze, exhaled lightly, and then raised his head again, shifted the computer screen, and explained it again.

Looking at the rest of his eyes, Andrew saw the smile on the corner of his mouth rise again, and his eyebrows moved slightly towards the middle, with some doubts and temptations, "I'm really sorry." He himself felt a little ridiculous and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I still don't understand ......"

Andrew felt a little impatient and a little cruel, lowered his head, and said quickly, "It's a malignant tumor." This is the conclusion, there is no excessive medical terminology and no complicated explanation of medical principles. To put it simply, it is a malignant tumor.

Then Andrew saw the smile in the depths of those dark brown eyes, and felt a little ridiculous, a little funny, a little speechless, and even his whole face became gentle, as if he heard a joke, "Tumor?"