"No, it's not like that, the mood is not right, I need to put it out a little bit, a little bit more. ”

"Lan Li, Lan Li-Hall, I do ask for a little more emotion, but not the soap opera-style bombastic performance, which seems too cheap. ”

"Not enough, not enough! Not enough! I said, not enough!"

"Kaka, Kakaka! This look is unreal, completely unconvincing, and looks like eye drops. ”

"God, what can I say? No, it doesn't feel right, the mood is not right, the atmosphere is not right. ”

"Again, again, again. ”

……

This is the biggest challenge Lan Li has encountered since she started acting. Although the difficulty of the scene itself is indeed not small, this is not the main point, the point is that Tony's requirements for this scene are not clear, and his own interpretation of this scene is not clear enough, so the performance presented in front of the camera has always lacked that texture, not to mention the level and depth that Lan Li hopes to present.

On the third day of shooting, the result came to an end amid countless "NGs". A scene was filmed for three days, but there was still no progress, and it was still spinning at the origin, and the atmosphere of the entire crew was a little depressed, so that when the work officially started on the fourth day, everyone was a little excited.

was still filming the same scene for three consecutive days, and there was no progress, Lan Li's mood was inevitably a little impetuous, which only added insult to the bad state. However, he still forced himself to calm down, calm his thoughts, and meticulously prepare for tonight's shooting, trying to avoid being affected by the negative emotions of the staff.

With a "start shooting", all the mixed emotions of Lan Li precipitated, and all the attention was concentrated, taking a deep breath, and then taking a deep breath.

Tilting his head slightly, the back of his head was pressed against the window of the bus, an irrepressible sadness was surging and boiling in his chest, he opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily, like a fish out of the water, but even so, oxygen still seemed to be unable to pass through the mouth of his throat, the whole throat was stuck, all the air was piled up in his mouth, the dullness and silt always lingered, the sound of bubbling hot spring water sounded in his ears, and before he could catch his breath, tears slipped down like this.

His eyes widened, and he tried to look up, but to no avail, and the hot and full tears piled up in large pieces, and he didn't need to close his eyes at all, and the overflowing tears just slipped down and wet his face, and then they kept pouring out, and the tears were so turbulent that they even crossed his mouth, and suddenly he began to cough violently, almost coughing out his entire lungs.

Swallowing, swallowing continuously, trying to swallow the cough, the whole eyebrow was fiercely knotted, the pain that pierced the heart was tormenting his nerves, the thick sadness slowly spread between the eyebrows, and he couldn't extricate himself and began to fall, as if he was standing in the quicksand, knowing that he was falling, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it, and then watched himself, being devoured little by little, facing the catastrophe of annihilation.

Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to adjust his breathing and endure the surging of the bitter cry, but the sharp and bitter pain came out of the depths of his heart, the pain was extreme, all patience and control came to naught, the sound of crying leaked out from between the clenched teeth, the heavy depression interpreted the torture to the extreme, making people unbearable, and it was impossible to imagine what kind of torment it was.

There was a groan/moan in his ears, and the sound of saliva swallowing and his hands rubbing, which made him turn his head, and through the hazy tears, he looked at the scene that was being played out in front of him, a scene that was not suitable for children, but his heart was like ashes, his eyes did not touch at all, he watched it all with dismay, indifferent and desperate, and then he hung his eyes in pain, and his hands were inserted into his hair, and he wept uncontrollably.

The moaning in his ears grew louder and louder, as if it had reached a high climax, and the noise was so ironic that he cried so thoroughly that he could not help himself, and cried so completely that he could not breathe, and could only raise his head again, like a dying fish, and breathe heavily, but such breathing was of no avail, it was only a matter of lingering breath, and with each breath, it seemed that he was one step closer to death. But what is even more tragic is that he has no intention of resisting.

"Hand over the stinky money!" There was a conversation in my ears, it was unimaginable, but in the thin and immature body, such rough and vulgar words erupted, closing my eyes, as if there was a woman at the back of the bus who had gone through the wind and dust and experienced the vicissitudes of life, but in fact, she was a chick/prostitute, a young hina/prostitute.

The tears seemed to have dried up, and he sat there like this, his eyes bloodshot, exposed without any cover, not the slightest movement or wave could be found, silence, silence, even deathly silence, as if his soul had disappeared.

"Do you hear that? Hand over all the stinky money! Hand over all the stinky money! Do you think I like you? Hand over the stinky money! Now!"

The terrible curses became more and more ugly, more urgent, and more terrible, like a demon crawling out of hell, and was denouncing his debts.

He couldn't help but turn his head away, looking at the old and the young in a daze, the two down-and-out and embarrassed figures, but they were the same weak. He didn't know what that meant, he just stared at it indifferently, and then he saw the drunkard glaring at the young prostitute viciously, "You want money?" and before he could finish speaking, he slapped the other man so hard that the thin body stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Then, she lifted her gaze and saw his eyes, eyes met. Those immature eyes were full of resentment and sophistication, as well as vulgarity and vulgarity, looking him up and down, he turned his head, withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and the remaining tears slipped down again, but the eye sockets were dry, but there were still traces of tears on his cheeks, and he was embarrassed.

He lowered his eyes in a daze, hiding all his emotions, but the indifference and pain between his eyebrows still did not have time to dissipate, slowly sinking little by little, and the night outside the car window was so thick and dreary, overwhelming, like a giant beast, it could swallow them at any time.

The sound of a bus engine humming wafted through the air, and then Tony's voice rang out suddenly, "Ka!"

All the crew's eyes are cast on Tony, waiting for the director's judgment and decision, including Roy and Nathan. In this shooting just now, Lan Li's performance is extraordinarily good, full of emotions and vivid details, the sadness and bitterness flowing from the depths of the soul are so clear and vivid on the face, like an endless sea of suffering, floating and sinking in it, but there is never an end in sight, and there is no end to it.

Every staff member present could deeply and truly feel the surging and boiling emotions, like a volcano, bubbling and then dragging everyone's ankles into the world that belonged to Henry. That heaviness, that richness, that density, almost breathlessness.

It's impossible to tell if this is Lan Li's best performance, but for this scene, it is the best performance of Lan Li in the past three days, and Tony did not interrupt the shooting, and went all the way to the end. At the very least, it's a positive sign.

Tony didn't speak immediately, a far improvement from yesterday's ping-pong interruption. So, what exactly does Tony think?

Lan Li felt extremely tired, but he didn't go crazy or get into the drama too deeply, just the kind of gushing pain, consuming countless energy and physical strength, as if he had just recovered from drowning, and more importantly, in the past few days, he had been "drowning" countless times, and his body and spirit were undergoing severe tests.

After adjusting his breathing, Lan Li looked at Tony and cast an inquiring gaze. In the past few days, Tony has already taken the lead in vetoing it before it is time to watch the replay, and Lan Li himself doesn't feel very good, so he is not in a hurry at this moment.

Tony thought for a moment, then looked up at Lan Li, just when everyone thought he had made a decision, he held his chin again, and fell into the second round of contemplation, the kind of loose and tight ups and downs, so that the staff on the scene were tormented, and let out a sigh of disappointment.

Lan Li was in a steady state of mind, he stood up and walked straight to Tony - at this time they were all in the bus, in addition to the actors and drivers, there were also directors, photographers and gaffers, and the rest of the crew were all on the side of the road, unable to hear or see clearly, and could only watch the situation in the bus through the monitor, which was undoubtedly more tormenting.

Tony suddenly raised his head and said in a loud voice, "Lan Li!" and then saw that Lan Li was already close in front of him, which made him startled, and the whole person jumped, but then he regained his composure, returned to the topic, and said after thinking about it, "I always feel that this scene is missing something." But I'm not so sure, to be honest, you just did a great job, really good, but ......"

It's a terrible feeling, as if everything is right and it doesn't always feel right, but the point is, you can't say why. So what does this mean, is it right or wrong? Tony pondered for so long that he still couldn't find an answer. Therefore, his expression was also very hesitant.

Unexpectedly, Lan Li also nodded in agreement, "I feel the same way." "As an actor, his own feelings are the most direct, the performance is full enough, but there is always something missing. However, he is the person concerned, and he can't see his performance, so he naturally can't judge, "Let's go watch the replay, shall we?"

After filming the same scene for four days, it finally ushered in the first breakthrough.