Qu Yanting withdrew his arms from the table, and his sleeves were stained with dust. He raised his forearm and patted lightly, soiling his hands one after another. With his actions, he pretended not to hear Lu Wen's question.
Rao Lu Wen's nerves are thicker than the Huabiao of the Forbidden City, and it can be seen that Qu Yanting is avoiding it. Without asking, he walked under the vines and handed him a pack of softening wipes to wipe his face.
Qu Yanting caught it and took out one to wipe his hands. Lu Wen sat down on another chair, with his waist hanging in the air and his shoulder blades resting on the back of the chair, in a tired paralyzed posture.
The broken chair was uncomfortable, Qu Yanting said: "There is still a scene, go and rest for a while."
Lu Wen said, "It's time to rest."
In fact, the exhaustion of the body is nothing, but the emptiness of the soul. Lu Wen touched his face from time to time. Although the filming was over, he always felt that there were tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.
Qu Yanting understands this situation. The actors fully enter the state of the role, with ups and downs of emotions, and then need time to get away. Everyone's degree is different.
When he was studying directing, he learned how to communicate between directors and actors. In a sense, the director is like an actor's psychiatrist, adjusting and intervening in the actor's state at any time before, during, or after shooting.
Qu Yanting wasn't sure if Lu Wen was willing to confide, so he asked a question first: "Ren Shu said, is this the first time you've filmed a crying scene in a serious way?"
Lu Wen said "um", with a strong nasal voice: "It's not just filming, it's the first time I've cried like this in my life."
That expression did not seem to be lying, Qu Yanting said: "It means that you are doing well."
Lu Wen admitted this: "So I was very unconfident before filming, and I was afraid that the performance would not be good. It doesn't matter if I get scolded or not, the main thing is that everyone stays with me all night, and I feel embarrassed."
"Now the filming has finished smoothly." Qu Yanting mobilized Lu Wen's emotions with praise, "You performed well."
Sure enough, Lu Wen couldn't hold back, and said happily, "All the directors applauded."
Qu Yanting laughed and stepped up: "You acted very well, unexpectedly well."
Lu Wen grinned contentedly and smiled to himself. After a while, his smile froze a little bit, he closed his mouth, stared at the layer of dust on the table and fell silent.
After a while, he confessed: "Actually, I cheated."
Qu Yanting was puzzled: "What?"
Lu Wen said: "When I mentioned my deceased father, I thought of my mother at that time."
Qu Yanting remembered that Lu Wen said that he grew up in a single-parent family, and thought of his mother through the dead father Ye, which meant that Lu Wen's mother was no longer there.
He judges others by himself, or because of his self-cultivation, he will never ask.
And Lu Wen said it much more happily, and unconsciously entered the state of confiding: "My mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth to me. I have never seen her, only seen her photos, and at that time... anyway, I remembered her."
"You didn't cheat." Qu Yanting said softly, "It's your mother who is helping you."
Lu Wen's expression was in a daze for a moment, and as he savored Qu Yanting's words, he suddenly relaxed as if the knot in his heart had been untied.
Lu Wen still didn't forget the scene of Qu Yanting sitting here alone, so he went back, wondering if Qu Yanting also had a knot in his heart.
"You were in a bad mood just now?"
"No."
"Why not, you can tell me."
"Why?"
"I told you all."
"You took the initiative to say it."
"Obviously you induced me to say it."
"I induced you to do something else, what are you doing?"
Lu Wen was not good at speaking skills, and he choked to death with a few words. He was kind, and wanted to be the confidant of the radio station, or the tree hole, but obviously Qu Yanting didn't need it.
He felt that no matter what kind of emotion Qu Yanting was in, he always revealed a superficial layer, which was buried deep in his heart. He has no way to find out, nor does he have a reasonable qualification.
Lu Wen was devastated, and snatched back the wet tissue angrily: "I won't return it after I use it up, I still need to use it."
Although Qu Yanting didn't confide in her, she managed to put her worries behind her and began to bully others: "You can use it, apply two more sheets, but now you won't be able to get back handsome even if you apply hyaluronic acid."
Lu Wen immediately took out his mobile phone, turned on the front camera, and saw clearly under the dead light of the broken bulb. His entire face was swollen from crying, not to mention his eyes, whose eyelids stretched as wide as two sliced noodles.
"Fuck!" Lu Wen stood up in shock, "I'm more sad than Ye Shan now!"
Qu Yanting was joking, but he didn't expect that this person's idol burden is quite heavy. Lu Wenma slipped away and said as he walked, "I'm going to apply a mask, so I'll take it off first."
"As for it." Qu Yanting muttered, "It's enough for an actor to act well."
Lu Wen slammed on the brakes, stopped and solemnly declared: "I am a handsome guy first, and then an actor."
It's rare for Qu Yanting to be at a loss for words. The most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is vases. Every vase tries to prove itself that he is a qualified actor. There is probably something wrong with his leading actor.
He said indifferently, "What's the use of being handsome."
Lu Wen snorted coldly, and secretly exposed it: "Why is it useless, some people like handsome guys. Once they like it, they will film the movie and provide resources. I don't know how cool it is."
Qu Yanting understood the implication and asked, "Have you met such a person?"
Lu Wen slandered, you pretended to be real. He replied: "Yes, I'm in our crew."
Qu Yanting was surprised in his heart. When he came back to his senses, Lu Wen had already run away. He stayed under the vine, thinking wildly, and went back only after the next scene started shooting.
Still in bedroom 302.
Tao Meifan called it a day, and the next one is Lu Wen's one-man show. On the night when Ye Shan and Ye's mother had a conflict, in the middle of the morning, Ye Shan dreamed of his dead father and woke up from the dream.
Lu Wen put on a pure cotton shorts and vest, and lay on the bed. It had been two months since the overall set was completed, and the sheets and quilt had not been changed. He leaned against the head of the bed in discomfort.
Ren Shu sat by the bed: "Xiao Lu, you are too stiff."
Lu Wen remained motionless: "Yes."
"What the hell, move around." Ren Shu lifted the quilt to reveal Lu Wen's straight legs, and helped him pose, "You usually sleep like this? Don't you have cramps?"
When Qu Yanting arrived at the door, he paused. He saw Ren Shu break Lu Wen's knee and catch Lu Wen's calf, which was bent at an angle. He stared at the bed and walked to the seat silently.
Ren Shu said, "Xiao Lu, lie down."
Lu Wen slid into the bed, fearing that the pillowcase would rub against his face, so he turned his back up. The quilt was spread over the chest, and the shoulders and arms were exposed to the air.
He asked, "Director, is my face still swollen?"
Ren Shu glanced at Lu Wen. His face was fine, but his eyes were still red and swollen. It would not look good in a close-up. He asked his assistant to bring an ice pack, put it on Lu Wen's eyelid, and apply it for a while.
Lu Wen: "Director, make me look handsome."
"Simple." If the acting is bad, Ren Shu will get angry, and if the acting is good, he will show a good face, "I'm so handsome, I want to be ugly."
The shot is cut from the side of the bed, and the position of the characters must be well controlled. Ren Shu grabbed Lu Wen's bare shoulder, twisted it back and forth, and fiddled with it to find the best angle.
Lu Wen turned over until his head was dizzy, and he hummed.
Qu Yanting watched coldly, holding the cold strong tea in his hand, frowned slightly,
Finding a good angle, the stand-in took his place on the upper bunk, Ren Shu returned to his seat, and only then did he see Qu Yanting come back. He asked, "Where did you go around?"
"It's breathable." Qu Yanting said, looking at the other person's face from the corner of his eye, exhaustion could not hide his good mood, "What are you happy about?"
Ren Shu replied: "What can I be happy about being a director? The filming went well. Xiao Lu acted very well in the last scene, and you saw it too, right?"
Qu Yanting said: "I don't know how this scene will be."
"It should be fine." Ren Shudao, "Ye Shan's audition scene is this scene."
The lights in the house were not turned on, and the lighting engineer set the lights outside the window, which were white, like moonlight coming in. The camera cuts to the upper bunk first, Ye Xiaowu is lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, with one leg stretched out and the lower leg hanging in the air.
Ye Shan lay flat on the lower bunk, with her upper body tilted, her left cheek pressed against the pillow. There was a glistening layer of sweat on his forehead, his lips were slightly parted, panting, tossing and turning between the mattresses.
Suddenly, Ye Shan opened his eyes and woke up from the dream.
Perhaps because of Ye Mu's words, he dreamed of his father who had been away for ten years.
Ye Shan gripped the quilt tightly, staring at the upper bed board for a long time. As soon as he closed his eyes, the images in his dream were overwhelming, and he could no longer fall asleep.
Wiping off the cold sweat, Ye Shan sat up, got out of bed gently, tucked Ye Xiaowu's legs back, and tucked in the quilt for him.
He sat down at the table, turned on the lamp, and the alarm clock showed three thirty in the morning. The notebook has been torn up, and there is no need to record it, so he sat on the chair in a daze.
After a long time, as if she had gathered enough courage, Ye Shan bent down and opened the drawer on the bottom layer, and there was a faded old envelope inside.
Ye Shan took out the envelope, opened it carefully, and took out an old photo and two movie tickets from inside.
Over the years, the ticket stubs have turned yellow and brittle, and the printed handwriting has become blurred. This was bought by Father Ye before his death. The name of the movie is "Echo from Heaven".
Ye Shan looked at it for a while, put down the movie ticket, and picked up the old photo of Father Ye.
The scene at this time overlapped with the audition clip. In the monitor screen, Lu Wen was holding the photo in both hands, leaning on the back of the chair, and the camera was zooming in from the side.
Ren Shu told Qu Yanting that during the audition, 80% of the actors cried, ranging from tears streaming down their faces to severe wailing, and grinning when they couldn't cry.
His comment at the time was only one sentence, substitute Ye Shan, aren't you afraid of waking Ye Xiaowu up
Qu Yanting looked at the screen. Under the close-up, Lu Wen was sitting on a chair with his back slightly bowed, his body and spirit relaxed. He looked at the photo quietly, without a trace of pain on his face, his eyebrows, eyes, lips, and corners of his mouth, all radiated peace under the faint moonlight.
After shooting a long shot, Qu Yanting found that Lu Wen didn't blink from the beginning to the end.
After a long time, Lu Wen pursed his lips and seemed to be smiling.
He rubbed the edge of the photo with his fingertips, then moved to the portrait, and when he was about to touch Father Ye's face, he stopped, his fingertips trembled, and finally withdrew his hand timidly.
Lu Wen pressed the photo and the movie ticket together, moving slowly, looking so reluctant. He put it back in the drawer, raised his face to the window, his eyes that hadn't blinked finally felt sore, two clouds of mist filled them, and two hot lines fell from the end of his eyes.
Qu Yanting's arm warmed up, and it was Ren Shu who leaned over and whispered to him, "You understand why I chose him in the first place."
I understand, Qu Yanting understood it in the last scene.
Ren Shu suppressed his excitement, as if betting on a bet: "Xiao Lu will follow this momentum and develop at this level. In the future, he will not worry about no filming and no resources."
Suddenly, Qu Yanting's expression moved slightly: "So sure?"
Ren Shuzheng was in high spirits, and boasted: "At least I admire him, and I'm a somewhat famous director, right?"
There was a brief silence.
"Ren Shu."
"What's wrong?"
Qu Yanting asked hesitantly: "...do you like handsome guys?"
Ren Shu: "Huh?"