The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 537 Naturally made
Covering your cheeks with your hands, covering your eyes with the warmth from your fingertips, trying to stop the warmth from happening before it bursts out of your eyes, trying your best to control yourself.

heh.

Take a deep, deep breath.

but.

Just like that.

Breathing in, but not breathing out.

The fingers covering his eyes were trembling slightly, the lines of his shoulders and arms were tense to the extreme, and he tried with all his strength to control himself.

because.

Once this breath is exhaled, the tears seem to burst.

He thought he had it under control, he thought he had no special thoughts at all, he thought he just needed a little space to relax.

But I didn't expect...

Those complex and turbulent surges broke through the defense line without warning.

Then, he stood there blankly like a wooden man.

The picture is still again——

Not only Anson, but also Alex and Eric couldn't help but hold their breath. Even though they tried their best to control it, their eyes were still slightly moist.

Is it sadness? Angry? Painful?

Yes, but also no.

It is a kind of confusion, deep powerlessness and silent depression intertwined, feeling overwhelmed and lost, obviously not particularly sad, but unable to control the tears in the eyes, all kinds of thoughts are intertwined.

Once I held my breath, it was like burying my head in water. My tears melted silently into the water. No one could see it except myself.

The power of that emotion was silent but raging.

It was only then that I realized that, in fact, performances do not necessarily have to be seen.

When filming "Cat and Mouse Game", the close-up images focus on the face and eyes, and the emotions, pulls, and surges are displayed in detail, and even every detail is presented in the camera, telling the world.

The explosion and impact of the performance hit my face.

But not now.

It is also a close-up shot, but neither the expression nor the eyes can be seen. Not only is the face covered with both hands, but also the profile of the face. Everything is hidden, but it firmly grasps the focus of the camera in another way.

This is what Gus has been looking for——

a state. a feeling.

It is unimaginable that there are no lines and no plot, but such a set of long shots can push the power of the lens to a whole new level.

Is this what Dogma 95 advocates?

Movies have always been about the lens.

As that sentence says, dramas are the art of screenwriters, dramas are the art of actors, and movies are the art of directors. In addition to the plot and actors, the audio-visual experience presented by the director through the lens is the greatest charm of the movie.

At this time, Gus finally found the state he had been searching for.

There is no performance, no sculpture, everything is natural and reveals itself naturally. Just like a movie breaks the boundary between reality and illusion, the boundary between actors and characters has also disappeared. Drama and reality are perfectly integrated, a feeling that is enough to make the soul tremble. The power is budding.

In the picture, one takes a deep breath, but it seems like there is no end in sight.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Anson kept inhaling and tried to press the pause button. For a long time, he still couldn't control himself.

Gus seemed to be able to see a faint tear flashing in the corner of Anson's eyes, but before he could distinguish it, Anson immediately wiped it away with his fingertips.

Let out a long breath, then take another deep breath, continuing to control yourself.

He covered his face tightly with both hands, completely blocking all the expressions on his palm-sized face. There was a hint of struggle and collapse between his eyebrows, and he tightened the reins on the edge of the cliff.

How to do.

What should he do?
There were so many question marks in life that almost overwhelmed him until he couldn't breathe, but he didn't have any answers. He couldn't even think calmly. He just kept running in place like a hamster. At a loss.

Sometimes, he really wanted to leave and leave this mess behind; but sometimes, he couldn't help but worry about his father, and he couldn't bear it after all.

Sometimes, he just wants to forget all this and continue to be a child; but sometimes, he realizes that he is no longer a child.

Sometimes, he thinks about what if nothing had happened, if time could be turned back, if he could carelessly ignore the victims, if he could pursue happiness selfishly, if life could be simpler...

If only life were like a math problem, and every problem had a formula and an answer.

Again, breathe in.

pause.

Just like pressing the pause button, as long as you don't breathe out, time will not continue to move forward; as long as you persist long enough, your wish will come true; as long as you continue to hide here, you can become invulnerable.

During the short period of holding my breath, the world quieted down, and all the noise and bustle disappeared.

then.

He took a long, long breath, seeming to let out all the boredom and annoyance. The tension in his shoulders and arms also relaxed for a long time, and he lowered his head in a dull manner, and his long hair hung down. Hiding the expression on his face, an invisible hint of gloom and sadness fell on his shoulders.

Regain the calmness of your breathing.

Finally, finally a little calmer.

He hurriedly raised his hands and rubbed his eyes vigorously, pretending that there was sand in his eyes.

"Hey, hello."

There was a greeting from behind, and he subconsciously rubbed his cheeks quickly with both hands. Nervously and panicked, he turned slightly sideways and looked back cautiously, and this time he saw the girl's figure.

An unexpected guest, Alicia.

"Hi." Anson responded.

He immediately turned around, sniffed, lowered his head, and used his hanging hair as a mask to hide the remaining embarrassment on his cheeks.

Try your best to pretend that everything is fine.

Unexpectedly, Alicia walked over directly.

Anson hurriedly wiped his eyes, wiped his face, and quickly tidied himself up; but his movements were still half a beat slow, and Alicia had already come over.

Alicia noticed Anson's movements, and even her footsteps slowed down. She tilted her head slightly to look at Anson, and gently lifted his hair, "What's wrong?"

Anson mustered up the courage to meet Alicia's gaze and concealed it lightly, "It's nothing."

Alicia saw Anson's slightly red eyes, "Are you crying?"

That voice was light and gentle, like the first ray of warm sunshine tearing through the night on a winter morning.

Anson:......

"Yes."

After a short pause, Anson shrugged lightly without denying it.

But he lowered his eyes and tried his best to appear calm and downplay it as much as possible.

Alicia looked at Anson worriedly, "Did something bad happen?"

Anson was stunned——

How should he explain it? Where should I start to explain?

He looked up at the ceiling and thought about it carefully, but he still had no answer, "I don't know."

Alicia looked at Anson carefully for a while, and with an impulse, a primitive impulse, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed Anson gently on the cheek, without any emotion, just a comfort.

Same as hugging.

The lips are like a butterfly landing on the first green bud that the sun shines on. A touch of warmth and vitality bloom quietly. They are separated after a brief touch, but people can't help but hold their breath, lest they disturb the butterfly and stare. Big eyes stare at the colorful butterfly wings.

(End of this chapter)