Carl-Lund looked at Lan Li in front of him with a deep gaze, and involuntarily, tears blurred his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The steady and gentle voice, slowly dragging under the dim light of the bar, is like a kite flying under the autumn blue sky, its tail hunting under the wind, the boundless sky has no edge at all, and the forest, the sea and the earth cannot be seen in sight, the disappearance of the horizon makes the whole world infinite, and the kite still soars alone, lonely and sad.

Suddenly, the kite string in his hand broke. There was a bang, and before it even had time to react, the tiny kite was swallowed up by the large expanse of blue and disappeared without a trace.

The loneliness to the extreme, the dazed to the extreme, the desolation to the extreme, and the vicissitudes of life to the extreme, hit the chest fiercely, and did not give people time and space to react at all, and the weight of despair pressed on the heart, so that the whole person began to fall freely, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't grasp any support, he could only fall endlessly, and escape into nothingness.

Carl looked at Lan Li in a daze, his blurred vision refracted a faint halo of light, like a kaleidoscope, dazzling, but it isolated the whole world, and the surrounding scene gradually drifted away, leaving only himself alone, standing in place.

It all happened so suddenly, too quickly, that Carl didn't have time to hide it, so he sat helplessly in place, his lonely back revealing a sadness.

Lan Li turned his head and saw the despair and fragility in the eyes of the old homeless man in front of him, as if a drowning man was crying out for help, this emotion was really too real and too earnest, awakening Lan Li's deep memory. However, there is nothing he can do, he can't help everyone, and sometimes, he can't even help himself.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the bottle of beer in his hand, lifted it up and took a big sip, the cold touch making him come back to his senses a little. Now, he is no longer Chu Jiashu, no longer the Chu Jiashu who is tied to the hospital bed / and can no longer fly again.

When his gaze cut off, Carl caught a touch of struggle in those deep eyes, fleeting, which was deeply imprinted in Carl's mind.

Karl quickly turned his head, poured all the remaining beer down his throat in one go, and wiped the warmth in his eyes carelessly, his emotions were still surging, but his reason had gradually returned.

They've all looked away, he is, Tony-Kaye is like that, Woody Allen is too.

Originally, he just thought that the young man in front of him was a very interesting actor.

The faces presented in the two works "Buried Alive" and "Pacific War" are really far from real life, and even at first sight, he didn't recognize each other at all, and if it wasn't for Woody's affirmative hint, he might have missed it.

This subtle change in temperament can be seen Lan Li's solid acting skills, as well as delicate acting control. This is really too rare for a twenty-one-year-old young man. If this is the case, no amount of praise from the media can be considered an exaggeration.

So, both he and Tony became interested in Lan Li, and he came over and started a conversation.

But I didn't expect that under that youthful, wanton, and gentlemanly skin, there was a soul that had seen through the vicissitudes of the world. That passage of Edgar Allan Poe's words, between the leaps and turns of his voice, easily touched the weakness in his heart, and slammed down, and then again.

The fragility that hides loneliness and loneliness, like an invisible mist, entangles in the depths of the soul, but never disappears.

In addition to Lan Li, Carl couldn't think of a more suitable actor to play the male lead in his script.

To be more precise, they had another candidate, Adrien Brody.

The youngest Oscar winner in film history, since the "pianist", his career has fallen into a rut. But it is undeniable that Adrian's quiet and gloomy, sad and lonely temperament is indeed very much in line with their requirements for a male protagonist.

However, Tony always thinks that Adrian's temperament is too gloomy and lacks a quality. It's like winter in New York, it's a lot like London, but it's not London after all.

Carl said he couldn't understand it. Because, Tony can't express it at all, what that "quality" is, it's just an ethereal intuition. As a screenwriter, Carl didn't understand Tony's feelings at all, and he even felt that Tony was completely vexatious, as the artist always emphasized, "It doesn't feel right, it just doesn't feel right."

But today, Carl finally understood.

In Lan Li's body, there is an indifferent and alienated temperament, everything is quiet, calm, and restrained. From the outside, there is no difference at all—just like when we first met, but after slowly trying to get inside, you can sneak a glimpse of the fragility that entangles the depths of the soul.

From the outside, Lan Li and Adrian's temperament is completely different, Adrian is like a continuous rainy day, thin and gloomy, Lan Li can even smell the smell of the sun, like the lazy sun at three o'clock in the afternoon of early summer, mild but not dazzling.

But when you taste it carefully, Adrian's gloom is just gloomy, and his temperament stays at a certain level and cannot continue to dig deeper, but in Lan Li, there are endless possibilities, like a huge book, which makes people want to continue reading.

This made Carl begin to paint in his mind the appearance of Lan Li playing his male protagonist, like a ray of sunshine shining through the haze of New York, everyone thought it was enough to bring warm sunshine, but when he started, he only felt a piercing cold, despair wrapped in hope, so bitter that people couldn't cry out.

Now Carl finally understands why Woody would veto Adrian and specifically recommend Lan Li. Because, Lanli is the perfect and only choice.

What Carl is most curious about is that Lan Li is an excellent actor, even an excellent actor, and the Emmy Awards and Sundance's affirmation are just the tip of the iceberg, so what kind of sparks will collide with Lan Li to interpret this script?

Putting these aside, it's worth pondering, how did Woody capture this temperament in Lan Li?

The usual Lan Li is like a pool of clear spring water, calm and cold, but you can't see the depths at all, and in the two works of "Pacific War" and "Buried Alive", Lan Li's performance does not show such a profound and complicated temperament. So, why would Woody be so unwavering in recommending Blue Gifts?

Carl suddenly became a little curious: what would Lan Li's live performance look like, and what would Lan Li's music look like?

"Ahem. Carl cleared his throat to regain his strength, and looked at Lan Li again, "You like Poe too?"

"No, I don't like it. Lan Li's answer was unexpected, and he shook his head, "If I had to choose, I would choose Arthur-Rimbaud." ”

Carl was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he was relieved, and nodded with a chuckle, "Rimbaud seems to be the wanton golden sunshine and flowers in summer, and Ellen is like winter in London, never seeing the light." ”

"At least London's soul is warm. Lan Li's response made Carl pause, looked at Lan Li carefully for a while, a warm smile flowed in his eyes, and he nodded in agreement, "Perhaps, this is the difference between London and New York." ”

Lan Li shrugged, noncommittal.

Carl adjusted his sitting posture and faced Lan Li, "I would like to solemnly extend an invitation to you to appear in a work. ”

Seeing Lan Li's gaze, Carl organized his language and said seriously, "This is a drama with a heavy tone, telling a story about education from the perspective of a substitute teacher, but it is not the type of 'Dead Poets Society'; ”

Carl noticed the teasing smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth, and he immediately reacted, in fact, "Dead Poets Society" is also a story about finding oneself, persevering oneself, and embracing oneself. This made Carl uneasy.

He thought again, "What I want to show is the influence of family and society on education, you know, from the teacher's standpoint, he sees students who have been formed, and each student's body reflects their family, class, culture, and racial background, and teachers need to impart not only knowledge, but also morals and concepts. ”

This time, Karl's words became smoother, and he was immersed in his own thoughts, gushing endlessly, the decadence and sadness between his brows lingering. Lan Li guessed that maybe Carl felt the same way, maybe it was the past, maybe it was the present, he was facing a similar dilemma.

"But the problem is that if the family and society don't pay enough attention, then there is really only a limit to what teachers can give to students. So, I conceived the role of a teacher who is a teacher, who is the child of his parents, who is also an adult who has the potential to be someone's father, who has inevitably received the influence of homeschooling, and now needs to strip that influence away and give more hope to the student. ”

Carl suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked at Lan Li seriously, "I don't think anyone is more suitable for the role of teacher other than you. You're the perfect fit. ”

Looking at the sincerity and sincerity in the eyes, the scorching light has an indomitable and powerful force, riding the wind and waves.

The corners of Lan Li's mouth rose, revealing a warm smile, and he said directly but politely, "This gentleman, you haven't introduced yourself yet?"