Prey.

Sammy herself was startled when this word burst into her brain, but that unprecedented sense of reality calmed her brain completely, she didn't have time to think at all, there seemed to be an invisible rope between the two people, pulling her forward, and then forward, the content of the script had been turned into the instinct/ability of the body, firmly imprinted in the depths of her soul, and she entered a new world without hindrance, the world that belonged to Henry-

Stunned, he looked at the tearful, red-eyed, and tired face in front of him, the eyes hidden behind the eyelashes could not be seen clearly, and he could only catch the fragility of the touch from the embarrassment of the cheeks. The deep sadness had turned into a substantial coldness, surging wave after wave.

But the despair hidden behind the coldness made her heart start beating, poof, poof, as if the blood of two people was connected, stepping on the same rhythm, and even the soul began to blend. But the demon in her heart began to say: no one is worth trusting, no man can be trusted, they are all the same, all are, men are just a tool to make money for her, a prey for her own survival.

So, Erica bit her lower lip slightly, then raised her index finger to wipe the blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and her large, bright eyes looked at the man motionlessly. didn't pretend to be pitiful, but his weak eyebrows, innocent eyes and red lips were already natural weaklings, revealing his weak position.

With her eyes wandering, Erica looked the man up and down. His eyes fell on the dirty ground of the bus, and he didn't raise it again, looking at the shiny leather shoes, and began to think carefully, the drunkard who was slapping the debt just now, the drunkard who slapped him, had been left behind in a blink of an eye, she thought, maybe she could get the first pot of gold tonight on this man, so, what price should she sell for it?

Such sanctimonious gentlemen are often even more terrible beasts, and they are willing to pay more in order to maintain their perfect image.

Erica couldn't help but look forward to it, she quietly raised the corner of her eye, and looked at the man's eyes with the corner of her gaze - how could he not be moved when he saw such a weak and helpless self, and such a delicate and lovely self?

However, Erica was disappointed, and only captured a numbness, flashing with bursts of cold and cold, silently pulling the distance between the two people, the eyebrows that gradually stretched out were calm and calm, the eyes hidden behind tears and eyelashes were deep and silent, and the whole face did not show any special expression, not even sadness, which seemed out of place compared to the tear stains on the face.

The vicissitudes of life like a glazed cloud are sad.

Erica quickly lowered her eyes, collected her thoughts, and secretly clenched her fists, reproaching herself for wandering. Then he stood up again, patted the dusty part casually, and his mind raced quickly. At least, he didn't look aggressive, nor did he have any sense of sharpness, and the alienated indifference was so soft, as if the ice had accumulated over Iceland for hundreds of millions of years, and the transparency of the exterior penetrated into the inner core little by little, turning into a blue blue.

Erica felt every muscle in her body moan/moan and complain, the pervasive pain made her almost unbearable arch her back, but she couldn't give up, so she grabbed the handrail with both hands, gritted her teeth and straightened her body again, and then gently swayed her body along the rocking of the bus, showing her slightly exposed waist and hips wrapped in a cheap fabric miniskirt, her slightly drooping head looked at each other from bottom to top, the corners of her mouth outlined the brightest smile, and her gaze slowly. Slowly swirling on each other's faces, the ambiguity of wanting to talk is really obvious.

The man didn't dodge her gaze, just raised his eyes and looked at her peacefully, she could easily see every detail of her expression. However, Erica was disappointed, she didn't catch anything, as if she were a stone, and the numbness made her mouth full of bitterness.

Hidden beneath this calm and peaceful surface, it seems that nothing is said, but it seems that everything has been said. The vicissitudes of life, the numbness, and the sadness fell like a bright moonlight in the night.

This made Erica's expression pause slightly, a painful look rolled under her eyes, panicked emotions kept colliding, she was overwhelmed, she pretended to have pain at the corners of her mouth, avoiding her gaze, but those calm eyes still made her feel naked like never before, not contempt, not / desire / hope, not pity, just calm. However, this calmness was more acute than any negative emotion, and she couldn't raise her head in embarrassment.

Henry looked at her clumsy and vulgar seduction/seduction skills, young and immature, so clumsy that it made people want to laugh, there was a strong sense of funny, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth and under his eyes, just a touch of excitement and fleeting. He was tired, tired, tired, and just wanted to leave, far away.

The bus arrived.

Henry stood up and stood by the back door, Erica closing in on him. Then Henry got out of the car, and Erica got out of the car after him, and the two of them walked away one after the other.

Henry was walking, Erica was walking, and the videographer was walking. Because they didn't hear the director's instructions, they could only continue to operate, but this scene had already been filmed, and the shots and lights of the next scene were not ready, and the group of three disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

Tony looked at the screen in a daze, an irrepressible sadness spontaneously arose, and the bitterness and despair that smothered in his chest made people breathless. At this moment, he really realized what is called a perfect performance! What is a wonderful interpretation! What is the limit of acting skills! Just by virtue of a performance by an actor, he linked the beginning and end of the whole script and the sublimation of the theme, and the distinct layers, intricate angles, and rich connotations were vividly displayed in the short performance.

Now Tony finally understands what Lan Li means, why Lan Li repeatedly asks for a new one, why Lan Li attaches so much importance to the script, the characters, and the communication between the director and the screenwriter, why Lan Li is always thinking about the details of the performance, and more importantly, which piece of the puzzle is missing from the previous performance!

Tony doesn't know what happened to Lan Li's performance, he is not an actor after all, but he can clearly feel that Lan Li's entire performance has completed a rebirth and achieved a qualitative leap. Now I can finally feel that the whole performance, the whole story, and the whole space are full, one more is too much, and one less is insufficient, which is perfect.

What's even more commendable: there are no lines. In this whole scene, Lan Li didn't have a single line, but the accuracy and accuracy of the emotions filled the entire camera lens, which is the real performance!

"Wow!" Tony finally reacted, exclaimed, and then covered his mouth, but the emotions surging in his chest were still uncontrollable, so he couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped up directly, raising his hands high, and cheered to his heart's content, "Wow! wonderful! wonderful! so fuckingly! perfect!ahh

In stark contrast, it is the silence and stiffness of the entire crew. They were all exchanging glances, their eyes filled with uncertain confusion: what was going on?

They have a specialization in the art industry, they know their work well, but they do not have a clear understanding of the work of actors, and even many people lack even the most ordinary appreciation ability. However, everyone has eyes and feelings, they can deeply feel the difference of this scene just now, the rich and intricate emotions are indescribable in words, just full of bitterness, can't say a reason, the kind of loss and sadness that makes the atmosphere can't help but suppress.

It turns out that the 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 and help each other with the script, and the original performance is not just a chess piece in the hands of the director, but also the key to lighting up the whole work......

There is such a big gap between actors and actors.

Everyone has a ruler in their hearts, and there is no doubt about the excellence and excellence of this scene. Lan Li's persistence again and again has finally paid off. If you think about it carefully, the crew and staff are extremely hard, so what about the Lan Li who must insist on going into battle in person and crying in person in every scene?

Sixty-nine shots of a scene, they just sit idly by, keep repeating the same set of work, boring, but that's all. So what did Lan Li experience in these sixty-nine shootings?

No one knows. Because Lan Li never complained. He has always been silently preparing, thinking, pondering, reading the script over and over again as long as he has time, and examining himself over and over again whenever there is a gap. No one can imagine how much pressure Lan Li is under on his shoulders.

Jeremy looked down and wiped the embarrassment from his cheeks, and his eyes sneaked at the other colleagues around him, but everyone avoided their gaze in embarrassment, pretending to look into the distance, and the shame made Jeremy confused. But he had to bite the bullet and shout, "Tony, the filming isn't over yet." ”

After hearing the prompt, Tony reacted, "Ka, yes, it's over, Kaka, Kaka." ”