The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 538 Breaking the Calm
A kiss on the cheek, softly pressed against the blush, gently soothing the wound.

Anson turned to look at Alicia, his eyes widened, and his gaze collided with each other. After a brief accident, the smile at the corner of his mouth slightly rose, and the confusion and confusion, the loneliness and loss were found in the exchange of eyes. To the same frequency, they vaguely fit together.

Can't help but understand.

There was a thin layer of brilliance at the corner of the smile, which was the resonance of people of the same mind. Only they could receive it, and only they could understand it.

gentle. Bright.

The haze and despair in the air were lifted slightly.

It's not love, but it's better than love.

Alicia-Miles was a little shy, with two blushes on her cheeks.

She couldn't believe she was in a movie, and she couldn't believe she was starring opposite Anson, but the most incredible thing was this moment.

She was kissing Anson.

Even if it was just her cheek, her heart had lost its rhythm and was beating wildly, as if it was burning.

Her eyes dodge slightly, but when she saw Anson's blue eyes, she couldn't help but stop.

Clear and bright, you can see to the end at a glance.

Before Alicia realized it, those nervousness and shyness had quietly settled, and then she saw the reflection in the blue, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, showing a smile, she looked back calmly, but did not stay any longer.

A little shy and a little panicked.

Still young after all.

"See you later. I, uh, I have to go to a Straight Bend Alliance meeting."

As he spoke, he backed away.

Anson nodded slightly, "Okay."

Alicia, "You're going to be okay, right?"

Anson laughed dumbly, "Yeah."

Alicia knew she needed to turn around and leave, but her eyes never left Anson.

She thought she needed to double check.

So, she did it, letting nature take its course, an instinctive reaction.

Alicia raised her chin slightly, put her hands behind her back, and stepped back step by step, always looking at Anson, looking up and down carefully.

This look is clearly to further confirm Anson's condition, as if to say: Okay, okay?
This made Anson curl up into a shy smile.

The smile in Alicia's eyes bloomed, and this time she did not stay any longer. She turned around and walked away, leaving Anson alone in the empty room.

Gus:!
Gus wanted to applaud, but he couldn't.

Gus wanted to cheer, but he couldn't either.

That's why Gus loves making movies, that's why Gus loves capturing the state of being an actor -

There is no script, no lines, no framework, but the characters are given to the actors, and the characters grow freely and wantonly with the actors' souls as the soil.

When filming "My Private Idaho," the most famous and exciting campfire conversation in the entire movie was created by River Phoenix himself. It was a conversation between him and the character. It is also the soul that he gives to the character, which makes the character truly alive.

It's the same thing in front of me.

Anson and Alicia, Alicia and Anson, two ordinary middle school students, the comfort and resonance of a light kiss allowed the two fragile souls to briefly warm each other. It was not love or even friendship, but it left a lingering aftertaste. .

Even Alicia's performance seems to come alive.

At this moment, the camera is convincing, more real than ever, and even Gus himself can't tell whether it's a movie or reality.

Gus was very happy and excited, but he needed to restrain himself, so he clenched his fists, curled up his knees, and curled up in front of the monitor like a silkworm chrysalis. He stared at the small screen alone with twinkling eyes, letting the excitement and enthusiasm in his mind bloom. Bloom and wait quietly.

Anson stood there, paused for a moment, watching Alicia leave. He lowered his head, rubbed his cheeks with both hands, and when he turned around again, he opened his shoulders, straightened his waist, and recovered from his chaotic and messy thoughts. Get rid of it. Then.

He looked up at the photograph again and stood there quietly.

It only lasted a second, and I couldn't help but be lost in thought again.

He thought he had cheered up, he thought he had gotten rid of it, he thought he had woken up, but the disturbing thoughts invaded him again.

The blue water slowly dispersed in the calm, and the thoughts seemed to fall again, falling from the sky, falling into the deep sea, sinking endlessly.

He quickly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, drying his eyes before the tears started to fall, and his eyes became bright again.

Breathe in and exhale in a long breath.

Breathe in again and exhale again in one long breath.

After all, the tears did not appear again, but the confusion and confusion in those eyes quietly spread, like Bambi who was lost.

Those thin shoulders bear too much weight that is not suitable for this age.

Staring at the vast ocean blankly for a long time, the disturbing and turbulent emotions slowly settled down and disappeared into nothingness.

Time started to flow again; only he was still walking in the same place.

Then--

"Card."

Gus said.

In fact, Gus didn't want to stop filming.

The scene in the corridor just now was clearly not filmed by a camera, but Anson was still walking straight ahead, and his whole state and aura made it impossible to take his eyes away; it was the same now, the filming of the scene had ended, and Anson still maintained his state, one extension after another. Continuous and even more charming.

If possible, Gus is willing to keep watching like this. Watching Anson's performance is really a kind of enjoyment. The states and emotions conceived in his mind are perfectly presented, with rich layers, delicate emotions, and true states, bit by bit. Swinging the audience's thoughts into a tidal wave.

walk. stand. breathe.

The simplest, most ordinary and normal movements, but in just a few strokes, the life of a seventeen-year-old is vividly described, so gorgeous and so real, every pore is telling a story, firmly controlling the camera, the power of light and shadow gradually Describe every wound in the soul.

The power of time and the weight of life are clearer than ever.

Gus could sit behind the monitor and just watch Anson until the end of time.

It’s unbelievable. This is the Anson who was NGed fourteen times before.

But, he can't.

After all, the movie is not reality. He needs to end the filming, otherwise, he may not be able to keep up with the progress.

Despite the helplessness, despite the reluctance to give up——

"Card."

Gus did not shout loudly, nor did he consciously control the volume, for fear of alarming Anson.

As a result, there was no magic dispelling effect this time. The entire crew was still immersed in that state, as if they could hear the sound of emotions flowing in the air. Everyone was immersed in their own world, letting their thoughts and emotions spread.

Obviously the filming of the movie has ended, and the mind should return to reality; however, the soul still remains in the imaginary space of light and shadow, separated from the body.

It's an amazing experience.

call.

Gus couldn't help but let out a long breath. Just like Anson, the weight of emotions could be clearly felt in the small movements of inhaling and exhaling.

Then, Gus stood up, still not breaking the silence of the filming studio, and walked straight towards Anson.

(End of this chapter)