Nina left, and then Thomas also left. In the huge crew, it was difficult to stir up any waves or attract any attention just by the appearance and disappearance of the two people. No one noticed the appearance and departure of the two people, let alone Renli and Bryce who devoted themselves to the preparation for the filming.

How to tell the past of Irving and Claire with ease, and quietly set the stage for the image of the two characters is undoubtedly the biggest challenge and the only focus of Renli's attention now.

After repeated discussions, Colin finally decided to keep the lines light and leave more tricks to the actors' performances to present them, thereby avoiding destroying the rhythm of the entire scene and even the entire movie. Commercial movies are more suitable for simple and crude, and excessively meticulous lines will easily lose weight.

Lan Li did not object. He also hoped that his performance would be lighter. Although he had experienced many battles, Lan Li was always worried about his excessive force for comedy performances. He needed to relax his whole body and reduce the sense of carving. Just like the performance of father-son relationship presented in "Interstellar Crossing", the most appropriate thing is to moisten things silently; and "Jurassic World" is even much lighter than "Interstellar Crossing".

At this time, Lanley's attention was focused on the role and performance, and everything else was not as important as the scene that was about to start filming. Thomas and Nina were completely out of his radar range, and now they were all focused on entering the role.

Standing outside the camera, Renly and Bryce are also playing against each other, ensuring the direction of the lines and the rhythm of each other. This preparation method is more like a stage play. The style of West End and Broadway is coming, and the dramatic skills of the two actors can be revealed at this time.

"Shooting!"

Colin's voice echoed over the crew, and then everyone in the crew couldn't help but hold their breath. The serious and focused atmosphere naturally made them do their best to keep quiet.

Irving was repairing his motorcycle. From a distance, he saw a SUV driving towards him. His movements paused a little, but then he began to get busy again. He glanced at Claire, who was walking out of the car, and looked like he was preparing to attend some award ceremony, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment. Then, Irving did not speak, retracted his gaze, and continued to be busy with what he was doing.

Claire pulled her jacket instead of putting her sleeves on her shoulders, but kept it fashionable and equipped. In order to prevent the jacket from falling, she had to tidy up a little, and then she could see Irving's oily appearance, which made her avoid her eyes and breathe heavily.

The white T-shirt has become a rag, and I can't help it, black and gray, and it even makes people wonder what the original background color is. The linen work pants have one pocket on the left and one on the right, and it seems that I always worry that my wallet and mobile phone have no place to store it. Now it is wrinkled like a ball of sauerkraut. If he just rolled back in the mud, it is also very convincing.

Claire took a deep breath, and a trace of struggle appeared between his eyebrows: it looked like this again, as if he was torturing himself and everyone around him. She really couldn't bear to see it anymore, but now she came to him, which made Claire very helpless.

"Mr. Grady." Claire sorted out his emotions, walked over directly, and stopped near Irving, "I need you to come and see something for us."

Owen put down the thing in his hand, frowned slightly, and the curve of the corners of his mouth gently raised, and said in a quip tone, "Why do you call me Mr. Grady?"

"Irving!" Claire changed his name and looked at Irving for a moment, but he still distracted his gaze uneasy, always avoiding the frontal contact of his eyes, "If you are not too busy."

"I'm still very busy." Owen withdrew his gaze and slowly wiped the oil on his hands. He didn't have the courage to look at Claire head-on.

Claire tilted his head, as if every second he stood here was torment, but she still closed her eyes and said loudly, "We have a new attraction." This sentence can be translated as "We have a new attraction". It can also be translated as "We have a new spark between us."

Irving put down all the rags and tools in his hand, stood up, and smiled lightly at Claire, with a slight scent of bad ruffians, "Are you sure?"

Claire immediately understood, his face full of speechlessness, "I'm talking about dinosaurs, Mr. Grady."

"I guessed it too." Irving's smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, but his eyelids drooped slightly, concealing the flash of loss and regret; when his eyelids were lifted up again, his expression returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Claire didn't notice that because there were small flying insects around her, she didn't know whether it was a mosquito or an animal, which made her focus shift. She waved her hand nervously, but she couldn't get rid of the troubles of small flying insects. Naturally, she didn't have time to pay attention to Irving's flashing expression, "We created a brand new dinosaur."

Irving took the initiative to step forward, took action quickly, grabbed the little flying insect quickly and agilely, and solved Claire's predicament.

Claire's expression was a little reluctant, and she pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say: I don't need help. In fact, if possible, she didn't want to have more involvement with Irving, and she didn't even want to accept this little favor.

Irving keenly captured Claire's expression, but he didn't say much, quickly lowered his eyelids to hide his true emotions, and then changed the subject, "You are just creating new dinosaurs by your own initiative?" Then Irving turned around and took steps towards his hut, as if he didn't want to wander around Claire.

"Yes, this is our job." Claire didn't notice Irving's abnormality and nodded and gave a positive answer.

Irving looked at the lake not far away, and his vision gradually became deeper and settled down, and murmured in a low voice, "Just like God?"

"What?" Claire was too far away and didn't hear it.

"It's okay." Owen replied with a loud voice, concise and clear, as if he didn't even want to keep the ending of the words, so he cut it off directly and neatly.

Such a small performance details were not easy to detect, but Bryce fell into a brief moment of daze. When he looked at Ren Li's back again, his eyes couldn't help but pause for a moment.

On the surface, he did not change anything, and everything seemed to be normal; but in the actual situation, we could notice that his back was a little bit harder, which was a little straighter than his previous casual state. The tension and alienation revealed invisibly were quietly conveyed.

But he hid all this very well, and it was really difficult for outsiders to notice, and only a strange feeling: he seemed particularly alienated and wary, but there was no way to know where this feeling came from and how it was presented, so that this unfounded idea caused more confusion.

Only those who truly understand the past can understand his pain.

For example, Bryce or Claire.

She knew the ins and outs of everything, she knew his status, and she also knew his concerns, but she couldn't keep herself worried, she had to brake urgently.

So, before Bryce noticed the subtle changes in her emotions, she closed her eyes and cut off all emotions, just as Claire faced with Irving: they had broken up, and they knew the reason for the breakup that things would not change, and she should brake urgently before they continued to hurt each other.

But the slight tense expression on his face still reveals the true surge of emotions inside. The indescribable miscellaneousness was hidden between his slightly frown brows and his tight corners. In a quiet voice, Bryce entered Claire's world. The integrated performance feeling made the rise, fall, turn and turn of all emotions become natural and real.

She needs to go back to business.

"It will be displayed to the public in three weeks. Mr. Maslani asked me to come and discuss with you." Claire said loudly.

Owen turned around again, and his expression regained his windy/flowing/casual look. The smile between his eyebrows released all the charm without reservation. "Do you want to discuss here, or..." Owen raised his eyebrows and pointed his eyes at the hut not far away, teasing meaningfully.

The lonely atmosphere just now was fleeting, as if nothing had happened. Irving's teasing and jokes easily destroyed all the atmosphere. The strong strangeness made the curve of the corners of his mouth slightly restrained.

Claire frowned and said slightly irritated, "Irving, you know, this is not funny."

But Owen flattened his voice and laughed like Donald Duck, "Haha, I think it's still a bit funny. You know, I like to see you at a loss the most."

The atmosphere finally returned to the right track. The instant loss did not destroy the overall rhythm, but quietly buried a seed of doubt. Then he couldn't help but start thinking, is there any unknown past between Irving and Claire?

If you think about it this way, things will become interesting, and Claire's nervous and cramped appearance further confirms this.

Claire raised his right hand nervously and turned the fallen hair back to his ears, showing a rare shyness and restraint. He wanted to refute but finally endured it again and directly changed the topic, "We hope you will reassess the weaknesses of the fence."
Chapter completed!