"Of course, I'm very happy!"

Renley's straightforward answer made Rachel stunned for a moment, but there was no time to think about it carefully at this time. She nodded and expressed her gratitude, then withdrew her gaze, looked at the monitor again, and discussed with Ouges' details about the performance, hoping to find the correct rhythm.

Ougus has his own accurate grasp of the arrangement and scheduling of the last scene; but Ougus only has a directional concept for the emotional turning point and character sublimation of the last scene, and the specific details are not clear. He is more restrained and more outward, and he cannot figure out the reason based on imagination. In the final analysis, he still needs to guess through the actors' actual performances and finally find the right rhythm and state.

So, after a brief exchange of ideas, Rachel thought about it carefully for a while, and then signaled that she was ready.

Rachel is also a mature and independent actor. She has her own understanding of performance, so she does not need to seek guidance from Lan Li. After calming down, she has different interpretations and interpretations of the whole scene. She also looks forward to testing her ideas in practice.

The two actors were in their seats again, and then the filming began again.

...

Through the lens, Ouges could clearly detect the difference: David was still the David, sitting quietly and restrainedly, slightly folded shoulders, slightly lowered and restrained jaw, even a little more shy than usual, but careful observation can capture the difference.

Eyes.

David's eyes changed, the focus and focal length no longer spread, but focused and focused on Rachel. His affectionate eyes inadvertently revealed a touch of tenderness, which fell lightly and cautiously on the woman with myopia. Then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but relax slightly, and the light curve of the appearance and appearance was light, not a smile but better than a smile, and his body and mind were immersed in it.

Introverted and settled, the emotional "burden" on Renli's body was significantly reduced. From Ouges's perspective, it was difficult for him to accurately capture emotional changes. He could only vaguely feel a relaxed atmosphere. The entire performance aura was obviously restrained, and the pressure of full firepower disappeared, which made the picture much more balanced, and Rachel's figure finally "appeared" in the field of vision; but Ouges still had to admit that his vision could not help but drift towards Renli.

The performance process that is meaningful but meaningful once again shows Buster Keaton's style, but also gives it the delicateness and complexity of Lanley. It outlines the character's growth arc without moving, and makes the whole scene full of emotions.

But at least, now the balance is back, Rachel's performance context is clearly clear.

David looked away, raised his right hand to greet the waiter, and then he could see the corners of the raised mouth of the woman with myopic eyes slowly calmed down, and her smile disappeared like this; this was not the point, the point was that after the curve of the mouth was flattened, her face became cold and alienated.

She was faintly cold and unfamiliar, as if the smile just now was just an illusion, but she concealed it very well, covering up her emotions with a slight tightness. Even if David moved back to his sight, he would not think too much. He would only think that she was worried about him, or that he was still alert after entering the city; however, standing on the sidelines of a third party, he could capture the subtle changes in the expression of a woman with myopia.

David, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Women, hot on the outside and cold on the inside.

The temperature difference between the two people formed a wonderful contrast, presenting the absurd and unruly texture. Even though Lan Li's performance was more layered, the overall feeling of the picture had no effect, which made Ogs unable to help but gently turn his head and reveal a satisfied look.

The waiter is here. The waiter is gone.

David politely looked at the waiter's eyes and made a request, but the waiter had left. David's gaze was still at a high place, staring at the air, without moving away, but just slowly, slowly and slowly, and then slowly lowered his head. The movement like a sloth was completely unconscious movement, and the spreading focus and focal length showed that he briefly fell into his own thoughts.

"Is this going to happen?"

The slightly confused look revealed a hint of confusion, but the eyes were quiet and without any turbulence. Because there was no turning of thinking in my mind, I just stayed there after asking the question, and I didn't know how to find the answer, but couldn't find the answer, and I instantly stopped.

One second, two seconds.

The brain seemed to have missed two seconds, and then David gently jumped from the question directly to the answer, "Then let it happen."

The unconscious self-question calmed down the eyes, as if he had convinced himself, and then turned his head and looked at the myopic woman directly in front of him again.

She felt a little uncomfortable, her back was unusually straight, in contrast to David's relaxed and casual sitting posture; her expression was always tense, and she was even trying her best to control her breathing rhythm, and then unconsciously searching for traces with her hearing, moving her head in a small range, as if she was exploring the world. But if she watched carefully, if she was more serious, she could notice that her stiff and blank vision was avoiding David.

The question is: isn’t she blind? So, why does she need to avoid David? How can she find out where David’s eyes are?

Then, David's eyes fell on the eyes of the woman with myopia.

The woman with myopia stopped swaying her jaw and then greeted her straight and straight, as if she was calmly accepting David's inquiry without any secrets.

David looked at the woman's eyes quietly, and the focused and invested light flashed with tenderness; but gradually, the upper body began to lean forward slightly unconsciously, and then the focus of his eyes also changed subtly, as if he was exploring the truth carefully, just like Holmes, looking for the light in the woman's pupils bit by bit, just like... as if he was possessed, asking whether those eyes were truly blind.

The loss of self-awareness due to complete commitment made David look crazy:

The upper body leaned forward fifteen degrees, and the calm and focused gaze was scanning every corner like a radar, and even breathing stopped.

The magic and horror that leaked in that moment made a cold sweat appear on the back of the bystanders. Fortunately, this feeling flashed and just paused for a moment. The fear quickly dissipated like a tide, and then David's eyes returned to tranquility and calmness.

It's like nothing happened just now.

Time is very, very short, one second or two seconds? But for the bystanders, it is like after a century, the chilling emotions rushing fiercely, and then the light of the eyes fell on the myopic woman. The bystander was like this, so what exactly did she do?

The body of the myopic woman was slightly stiff and she took a breath without hesitation. Her ups and downs and swallowing revealed her true emotions; but on the surface, she seemed to have no movement and seemed to have not noticed David's look. The calmness and calmness in the face of danger were enough to hide the truth. What's more, sitting in front of her was a fool who was immersed in love and lost his mind.

David's eyes softened again, and the corners of his relaxed mouth couldn't help but raise a shallow curve again. He even tilted his head slightly and looked at the myopic woman seriously. His backbone and relaxed shoulders were once again revealed his inner joy.

After the flash of darkness, David really became firm. He was convinced and sure that happiness was rotating at his fingertips. He just needed to close his fingertips and he could find the happiness and beauty he had always dreamed of; the love he had been pursuing for his whole life was close, which made his heart become hot, and those deep and quiet eyes were eager to take out their hearts and show them to her.

Those loves hidden deep in the soul, so mellow and so heavy, can finally be presented without reservation: she is that one!

At this moment, the waiter brought the knife and fork over. David expressed his gratitude, then meticulously opened the napkin, found the steak knife, and then meticulously wrapped the fork on the napkin.

The solemn action seemed to be completing the most important work in the world. The sense of ceremony revealed by every move was perfectly matched with the style of the whole movie, just like David's neatly arranged shirts and countless systems in the room where he checked into the hotel.

David's perfect movements were invisibly integrated with the hotel and the social system; but David still had a happy smile on his lips, not realizing that he was moving towards "society" step by step, and then everything he believed in, persisted, and pursued would be wiped out.

The contradictions and conflicts brought about by this sense of ritual are cold and biting, making people feel cold all over the body. It is impossible to describe exactly what it feels like.

The entire shooting scene fell into silence again. This time, it was neither shock nor frightening. The emotions did not seem to have too many fluctuations or ups and downs, but it was more of a horror. The goose bumps on the surface of the skin were like waves of fish scales raised by the wind blowing on the lake. They became slightly turbulent layer after layer, but did not cause too many waves. Then, all the staff couldn't help but hold their breath and stared at the rising scene in front of them. The tension and stimulation firmly grasped the heart, and even became extravagant when they blinked.

Why is this?

The performance has obviously become restrained, but the impact I feel when watching the movie is more profound and powerful?
Chapter completed!