The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 534 Tracing the Origin
"Card."

A shout broke the calm, like a gurgling stream encountering a rock. It suddenly became turbulent, and without warning, the heart lost its rhythm in the chest.

In a hurry, one or two averted their eyes to cover up their own embarrassment.

It took a moment to realize that it was Anson who had just appeared in the camera, not myself who was watching. There was no need for them to hide it, and no one was paying attention.

But what’s with that feeling of nakedness?

Anson, who was looking at the camera, seemed to be looking at his own softness and fragility, revealing his thoughts in a daze, and wanting to escape.

She was ashamed and nervous, panicked and uneasy, but she couldn't avert her gaze.

Involuntarily, he turned his head and looked over again, looking for Anson in the crowd.

found it--

Follow in Gus' footsteps.

After interrupting the filming, Gus did not stay where he was as usual. He left the monitor and walked directly towards Anson's position.

Wait, doesn’t it work this time too?
NG again?

No...it can't be right?

Such thoughts gripped his throat tightly, and his eyes followed Gus closely.

Then Gus stopped in front of Anson.

Anson had no particular reaction.

Although the filming was interrupted, from on-screen to off-screen, his state remained the same. He was still Anson, still the seventeen-year-old adolescent boy, still immersed in irritability and confusion, carefully concealing his truth.

Gus raised his head slightly and looked up at Anson.

He was less than six feet (175 centimeters) tall and had never been particularly aware of Anson's height; but at this time, he suddenly realized that Anson was exceptionally tall.

Although Anson was looking down at him, he could notice that Anson slightly raised his chin to hide his eyes, leaving only a flat surface on his angular features, clumsily hiding those turbulent and complicated emotions.

NG?

No, Gus loved it.

To be precise, I like it very much.

Gus likes Anson's state, calm yet turbulent, simple yet complex, with an aloof temperament flowing naturally from the inside out.

In Anson's brow, Gus can find the shadow of River Phoenix.

Ruifan, Ruifan, who has been wandering and wandering, has numerous scars hidden under his handsome and cold appearance. The invisible pain and sadness slowly eat away at his soul, and in the end he can no longer bear it.

Then, like a phoenix, it was reborn.

Gus didn't understand Anson.

But at least judging from the current situation, Anson should be very proud of having just started his career with "Spider-Man"; however, Gus saw in Anson loneliness, vulnerability, hesitation, and scars that have not disappeared.

Same as Ruifan.

Now, Gus finally understands that Anson's defensiveness and insecurity, carefully hiding the truth behind the mask, are all there for a reason.

Watching Anson quietly, Gus couldn't help but think of the ending of River's story. The thousands of words lingering on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't find an expression. A mixture of fear, distress, and praise gripped his heart tightly.

then.

Gus stepped forward and hugged Anson.

He said nothing, because the power of words was insignificant at this moment. He did not know and did not need to know what Anson had experienced. That was Anson's story; but that did not prevent him from giving Anson a warm hug.

Anson was stunned.

He didn't expect this scene. The director hugged him. What did it mean?
affim? Or comfort?
Anson's body was slightly stiff, and he stood there dazed and confused, at a loss, but the warmth made people couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

In his memory of his previous life, no one had ever hugged him. Father didn't. Neither did my mother.

Not before that happened. Even less so after the age of twenty-five.

So much so that when he came to this time and space, he felt uncomfortable being hugged by anyone. The intimacy and warmth made him feel overwhelmed and he didn't know how to respond.

And in front of you?
A hug, a hug given to a seventeen-year-old and a hug given to a twenty-five-year-old, made Anson even more at a loss, with confusion written in his eyes:
What kind of emotion is this?

Anson was a little confused.

After thinking about it, he patted Gus's back gently and tried to comfort the director instead.

Gus noticed it. He let go of his arms and looked up at Anson again. He noticed the expression on Anson's face and couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

Then Gus said.

"Let's move on to the next play."

There are no extra words, but this sentence is enough.

Alex didn't expect his eyes to itch. He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes, and his fingertips touched a touch of moisture, which made him a little embarrassed.

Alex tried to hide it with an exaggerated smile, raised his head again and looked around, and then realized that no one was paying attention to him at all. Everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, and he felt a little relieved.

But still slightly uncomfortable.

Alex bumped Eric's shoulder, "It's still different."

The specific reason for the difference, laymen like them, couldn't explain. In Alex's view, Anson was still the same Anson, no different from before. The performance seemed to be the same performance, but it was obviously shot exactly the same. Why did it feel like But different?
"Heh, it's like watching a magic trick."

Eric didn't turn his head, he looked a little lonely and embarrassed.

He read too many emotions in Ansen, and there were no special thoughts in his mind, but his mood slowly settled quietly like this.

Just him and his heartbeat.

Just like Anson in the shot.

Eric murmured, "Maybe, this is acting."

However, he was not sure, because everything was too real and there was no trace of performance at all. If there were not these cameras and the crew, he would think that he saw himself, that it was his daily life.

Alex glanced at Eric and wanted to say something. He muttered but made no sound, and finally became quiet.

The atmosphere on the set was a little strange.

Shock?

I can't tell, I can't tell at all.

There was nothing special about the filming and performance just now. It was just the ordinary daily life of the students. Anson didn't have any explosive performances, let alone dramatic plots. Everything was as plain as water.

However, thoughts and emotions are involved little by little.

Finally, calm down and immerse yourself in your own thoughts.

Listen, feel, experience.

It's all so simple.

You can faintly feel the turbulence of your thoughts, like a silent cry, completely silent but surging.

Perhaps this is the reason why Gus chose such a shooting technique and production method, hiding all the stormy waves and complexity under the calm sea, leaving all space for thinking to the audience in front of the screen.

It is 100% certain that not everyone will like this movie, but from the perspective of film creation, Gus has taken an important step -

On the basis of "Jerry", Gus further explores the film, which is not only a deconstruction and reflection on the way he shoots movies, but also a new exploration of existing movie shooting methods.

Involuntarily, it reminds people of the Dogma-95 movement launched by the Four Great Danish Directors.

(End of this chapter)