Whew, whew.

The gentle breeze blows, and it seems that even the sound of the wind is dyed with a layer of green, wandering in a sea of green, so that the body and mind are completely calm, and only the sound of nature is left in the ears, and then all the noisy thoughts disappear, and you completely enter the undisturbed world.

Lan Li was carefully reading the script on the rooftop, and Oggs didn't change much for the whole scene, basically just adjusted some lines on the original basis. It's not hard to memorize the lines - the forest part is the real problem, and it's more important to capture the development of the characters and the direction of the story from the script changed by Ogels, and a line or detail can be very important.

The biggest difference between scripts and scripts, between characters and characters, is that some characters are just like a chess piece in the plot, making certain moves and saying certain words in order to promote the plot, but they can't explain the specific reasons, while some characters are not, every move, smile and smile may explore the reason, why they say it this way, why they do it, these core driving forces can not only flesh out the character, but also flesh out the story, which is a real and vivid real character.

Even, some directors will use their own lenses to create a sense of space and layering, and in the absence of lines, give the characters those emotions and emotions, and the characters will naturally become plump and three-dimensional - but this audio-visual language is another advanced science.

For Lan Li, he needs to capture David's vein now, adjust and think according to Auggels' daily script modifications, and sometimes, he needs to feedback to Ogels, some words or actions are off track, because when a character is three-dimensional enough, he has vitality and can make many actions on his own, even without the control of the screenwriter and actors, as if he is a real life.

Studying the script was a lot more fun than last night's events - who would want to give up such fun for the sake of trivial things? Obviously, Lan Li was unwilling. After the vicissitudes of life and seeing the sails, this is still the most enthusiastic and focused thing of Lanli.

The scene that is about to be filmed today is very interesting, the main lines take place between a lame man and a man with a big tongue, and David plays a role of "persuasion", so, how should it be "persuaded to fight"?

"I'm not going to be an animal, but I'm going to visit you with my mate, and then we're going to the park, we're going to travel, we're going to swim in the ocean. ”

The lame man cast his gaze at the man with the big tongue with cold and disdain, expressing strong disdain for the pessimism of the man with the big tongue and David: he was not a man of the same way with them, he refused to be an animal, he would use his own methods to fight for his own life, and that gesture and expression angered the man with the big tongue.

Then, the big-tongued man was unable to suppress his anger, and impulsively rushed towards the lame man, and the two men fought.

Trapped in the middle, David had to stand up and try to keep the two friends apart, but he didn't know what to do, so his movements were extremely clumsy and panicked—

So, how should Lan Li behave?

"Wow!"

The big-tongued man stood up directly and pushed the lame man's shoulder hard, and then the lame man lifted his injured left leg, staggered back, and almost flew out directly, but it was not easy to stand firm and avoid falling.

David sat in his chair and looked at his scuffling friend at a loss, and then he saw the man with the big tongue start to exert his strength - because he concentrated all his strength on his mouth, and pouted so hard that it was difficult for David to ignore it, so he watched the man with the big tongue rush up again.

David stood up suddenly, looked at the man with the big tongue, and then at the lame man, but his steps moved sideways like a crab, and he didn't come forward to stop him, as if he didn't know what he should do, and it was this little hesitation that the man with the big tongue and the lame man both stepped forward and pushed each other.

But neither of them knew how to fight, they could only push each other indiscriminately, and then wave their fists and hands for a while, and they didn't know what they were doing.

David's whole face curled up, and he clumsily grabbed the lame man, trying to stop them, but to no avail, his feet and body were dragged forward by the lame man, looking like a paper doll without any strength—the hotel waiter standing next to him watched it all with a nonchalant face.

The big-tongued man rushed over again.

The lame man also tried to fight back - but was pulled by his own lame leg and was unable to step forward immediately, which allowed the man with the big tongue to gain the upper hand again.

David stood in the middle and repeated repeatedly, "Friend." But he didn't want to join the fight, so he clenched his hands into fists, placed them awkwardly and stiffly at his sides, and then slammed his head into the two friends, trying to use this peaceful way to pull them apart.

But it doesn't work at all!

You push me, I push you. The lame man and the man with the big tongue are like kindergarten children, pushing each other with their own abilities, but they don't know how to use their fists and limbs, and their clumsy movements reveal a kind of childishness, even ridiculous, making people laugh and cry.

And what about David?

David was like a headless fly, going around between the two people, he tried to use his body to intervene in it to prevent the two from continuing to fight, but the lame man and the big-tongued man were not willing to compromise at all, and in the process of pushing each other, they pushed David with him, and then, David stumbled on the left and the right like a runaway bumper car, and stumbled back and forth when caught off guard.

David's hair was completely disorganized, and even his glasses had been crooked, but his hands were still close to the hem of his pants, so as not to be misunderstood as joining the battle and causing unnecessary confusion after he raised his hand, he just used his head to keep hitting the chest of the lame man or the man with the big tongue, blocking the two people.

Unfortunately, nothing worked.

David's head was pushed back and forth like a ping-pong ball, and then he gradually curled up his shoulders, bent his back, and swirled in place clumsily and panickedly, and he couldn't even lift his head, let alone judge what was going on, just kept spinning over and over again.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang!"

David's penguin-like footsteps are cute and cute, and even the action of hitting his head with his head is like a panda, which is cute and funny.

Because of David's blind nonsense, the lame man and the big-tongued man were like fighting cattle across the mountain, and their steps staggered and staggered, and finally stumbled in different directions, and both of them seemed to be a little unsteady on their feet—the lame man was separated because of his left leg, and the man with a big tongue was separated by mistake because of his weight, and then hovered unwillingly in place, like a bullfight, still looking for an opportunity to attack, but both of them were a little powerless.

Then, David was left in a vacuum between the two men.

But David still didn't stand up straight and didn't let his guard down, his feet were shaking in place messily, as if he was a little dizzy because of too many turns, and now he couldn't straighten his knees when he stood in place, and his center of gravity was swaying like a tumbler, but despite this, he still didn't give up.

His eyes lowered his gaze to the ground, looking for the trajectory of those footsteps with his eyes, and he didn't even need to distinguish the source, the footsteps on the left seemed to be about to step up, he staggered forward to block the past, forced the footsteps to bypass, paused for a moment to adjust for a moment, and saw that the footsteps on the right were approaching, and then he leaned over with an arrow step, because he was too anxious and the footsteps were a little chaotic, creating an illusion of throwing himself into his arms, which made the footsteps on the right side retreat again and again.

The panicked little broken steps are reminiscent of ants - the stride is not enough, and the cadence is used.

In this way, the left and right sides are always ready to move, so David also follows the movement of his footsteps step by step, silent but unswervingly implements his interception policy, and then his steps become more and more chaotic, his low-hanging gaze has been completely dizzy, it is not easy to maintain a straight posture, the whole body is always shaking, as if a spring is installed on the soles of his feet, and the drunken rush is shaking.

The stiff and wooden movements carry a sense of paranoia, but in the midst of the chaos there is a sense of absurdity - there is no wrestling and no tricks, and it still shows the comedy characteristics of the mime era, which is really unbearable.

"Room 187, please come here. ”

The staff next to him was finally able to speak, but not to persuade him, but to remind the lame man that it was his turn to practice shooting, and the staff further added, "It's no coincidence that the shape of the target paper is single and not a couple." ”

The lame man turned and left, but David still stood still, turning around twice stupidly, before he could discern the direction and go around to the position facing the man with the big tongue.

He stumbled two steps because of his unsteady center of gravity, and almost fell, but he barely stood still, and then faced the man with the big tongue head-on, and moved sideways in the manner of a baby toddler, like a baby crab, creating a furrow between the man with the big tongue and the lame man behind him.

The big-tongued man ignored David and turned back to his place directly, but David still stubbornly and intently moved his steps:

One-step.

One more step.

Another step.

The repeated penguin footsteps were clumsy and paranoid, and even the lowered eyes were still watching the footsteps of the big-tongued man, never lifting, as if they were expressing their protest in this way.

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