The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 532: Breathless Gazing
He lifted his coat and schoolbag high, then put them down heavily——

boom.

There was a crisp sound.

Anson vented his irritation in this way, took a deep breath to calm down, turned around and picked up the public phone, took out two coins and stuffed them in, pressed the phone number, and calmed down a little.

Waiting, waiting.

"Hey, Luca? Anson."

"Yes, dad is drunk again..."

As he spoke, he looked out and couldn't help but lean towards the transparent cover of the public phone. He frowned slightly and carefully looked at his father sitting in the passenger seat, worried that he would make some strange move again.

However, before he had time to take a closer look, a voice came from behind him.

"So, Mr. MacFarlane."

Anson was startled and bared his teeth, but immediately smiled and turned to look at the voice, "Hello, Mr. Russ."

A bald man stood behind, staring at Anson with a smile on his face.

"Uh, sorry, I'm late, my dad took me to lunch - breakfast, I mean."

He tried to make up an excuse in a hurry, but unfortunately he was still not very good at it, and his flaws were already exposed after just one sentence.

Mr. Ruth deadpanned, "My office."

After saying a few words and ignoring Anson, Mr. Ruth turned and left.

Anson turned to look at Mr. Russ. Although he couldn't see his facial expression, he could see that his shoulders and jawline were sinking slightly. It could be seen that he sighed softly.

Then Anson turned back, lowered his head, leaned his shoulder against the public phone, and muttered something depressed in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm in trouble."

Someone was talking on the other end of the phone.

Anson listened obediently.

The entire scene was completely silent——

This is it, this phone call thing that Gus has always been concerned about.

In fact, Anson's understanding of the entire scene, situation, and feelings were all correct. A seventeen-year-old boy tried to skip class but was discovered by his father; his father wanted to send him back to school, but he discovered that his father was suspected of being an alcoholic. Instead, he needed to worry about his father. After returning to school, he was full of worries, irritability, impatience, helplessness, etc.

In desperation, he could only ask his brother for help. Even if he wanted to help, he didn't know how to get it.

The depressed and lonely youth not only have to face their own situation in school, but also need to worry about the situation at home. Their heads are filled with questions and worries, but there are no answers.

This state is delicate and fragile.

There is no problem with Anson’s understanding.

However, Gus always thought that there was something slightly wrong with Anson's performance.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was too much effort, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was too craftsmanship, but Gus could still see the traces of performance.

Such traces cannot be concealed in a long shot, so they are not convincing.

But Gus couldn't tell a specific reason for how to modify or adjust it.

Gus didn't think it was Anson's fault, it was just a matter of running-in.

until now.

This time, Gus didn't notice any trace of expression on Anson. From his eyes to his movements to his reactions, everything seemed natural and smooth, showing a state of restraint and subtle subtlety.

At this moment, Gus saw the Anson again when they first met——

A little fragile, a little helpless, a little irritable, and a little lonely.

He tried to cover up, tried to hide, only to reveal a little bit inadvertently when he was stunned, but he hid it again when he raised his head, but it was not hidden well. Youth is like that.

This kind of Anson is real and sensitive, and firmly captures Gus's attention.

More importantly, Gus can detect Anson's sensitivity and insecurity.

Anson is still unsure about this state. Exposing such a truth in front of the camera makes him feel insecure, and there is even a trace of fear deep in his heart. However, this mood perfectly fits the state of the movie, but it loses the pretense of acting and further breaks the The barrier between movies and reality gives pseudo-documentary footage its power.

One detail, Gus noted about Harris' status:
Hold your breath and stare.

As a photographer, Harris can feel the changes in the aura and atmosphere most closely. Anson's state made Harris hold his breath and dare not move rashly, as if he was approaching a castle made of sand.

This is what Gus has been looking for.

This kind of Anson has completely lost the aura and hustle and bustle of Spider-Man, and his handsome face is hidden behind that vulgar blond hair, carefully revealing some reality.

The thin sunlight fell down, but it seemed unable to fall on him.

Anson held the receiver and seemed to be listening, but also seemed a little careless, but his focused expression still showed a little well-behaved and quiet.

Then, he finally stood up straight, raised his head and looked out the door again, casually confirming once again that his father was still sitting in the passenger seat, feeling a little relieved.

He didn't continue until the words on the other end of the phone ended.

"Can you pick him up? I left the car keys in the office."

Uh.

A pause.

"As soon as possible, okay? I don't know if he's going to run around."

His gaze stayed outside, but he couldn't keep looking at his father, so he drifted to the side. However, he couldn't help but focus on his father out of the corner of his eyes.

"okay."

He hung up the phone.

He glanced at his father again, then turned around and left irritably, picked up his coat and schoolbag, lowered his head, shoulders slumped slightly, and opened the door to the staff office——

Pass the front desk and proceed by appointment to Mr. Ruth's office.

Become!

Finally, this time, Gus did not interrupt the filming. The fourteen previous phone calls were finally passed smoothly, and the entire set was completely silent.

But don't be stunned.

The students and staff who were waiting for other scenes were all busy, because the one-shot long shot did not end, the camera was locked on Anson, and at the same time, things in other parts of the school were still happening.

Fortunately, it is not unfamiliar to them, because it is their ordinary daily life.

Originally they were a little nervous because of the presence of the camera, but the fourteen long waits for NG made all their tension and anxiety numb. At this time, when they finally entered the camera, the amateur actors who were filming for the first time relaxed and worked wholeheartedly. Get into your own zone.

Harris carried the camera and followed Anson's footsteps step by step.

Is there anything special about Anson on camera?
No. Absolutely not.

Natural, relaxed, immersed in his own thoughts, with no obvious emotional ups and downs, only the drooped shoulders and shuffling steps revealed a hint of heaviness.

however.

Harris' camera is completely inseparable from Anson, firmly capturing his every move, quietly getting involved in the world of this seventeen-year-old boy, and feeling his sensitivity and loss in detail.

At last.

Anson sat down on the red sofa against the wall in Mr. Ruth's office.

He sat down gently, but sank heavily. Before he had time to react, his whole body had completely sunk into the red sofa, like a small ball being swallowed by a red piranha. In the blink of an eye, only a small head was left.

(End of this chapter)