Disaster Artist

"Disaster Artist(

"...you **** idiot."

Wang Si carefully closed the door of the room and sent An Cai out, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a thunderous roar came from behind him.

It's Wang Ge.

Wang Si's shoulder muscles were completely tense, and feelings of chagrin and shame, anger and irritability all surged.

The light at the dawn of the morning was not bright, and there was a faint blue halo. Wang Si's slightly lowered face was hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see clearly, but the tensed jaw line could deeply sense it. Confused by the mess he was doing his best to suppress.

"You **** bastard, you **** lie to my face."

Wang Ge still didn't stop, which made Wang Si feel tired and deeply tired. Others didn't believe him, and now even his own sister didn't believe him, and he didn't even want to listen to his explanation, so he covered his face like this. reprimanded.

just tired.

Wang Si's shoulders drooped down, and even his entire body collapsed. He seemed to have a breath in his chest and wanted to let it out, but after all, he was unable to make this action. Tired sorry.

"I am sorry."

The whole set was silent. At this moment, Lu Qian took the shot himself, and the camera lens showed a medium shot composition:

Wang Si is on the left, Wang Ge is on the right, and in the center is the dining table and the window. The hazy blue halo hangs in the center like the moon and the sun, and the light is gently sprinkled. It is clear and translucent. Cold and lonely, the confrontation between the two is like an outbreak trying to break free.

However, this burst was not released, but was firmly suppressed and bound in the slowly zooming lens, and the more turbulent it was, the more dull it became.

The staff were bustlingly standing behind the monitor, watching the filming of the scene, with incredible shock and astonishment in their eyes:

Chen Mu is not a professional actor, and this is the third time I have tried this scene. In the first two shootings, Chen Mu's performance was clumsy and stiff, and it was no different from Zhang Benqing; Dive will communicate with Chen Mu carefully, and then adjust bit by bit.

No one knew what Lu Qian and Chen Mu said, but in the third filming, Chen Mu's performance was completely changed.

Like a miracle.

Chen Mu, standing in front of him, had no expression or lines - "I'm sorry" was the only sentence, but just from a back and a profile, he could deeply feel the loss that dragged his ankles and continued to sink. , suffocated, and slowly swallowed him.

The power of emotion, the tension of performance, continues to spread in the camera.

Even when I saw it with my own eyes, I couldn't help holding my breath.

Just five minutes ago, everyone was speculating whether Lu Qian was crazy, and just pulled a person to appear on the camera? Surely this isn't fanciful?

After just five minutes, everyone was amazed at Lu Qian's transformation of decay into magic. There was no other thought in their minds, and they were just stunned.

It turns out that dead wood can also be carved?

Wang Si, turned around slowly, but stopped halfway, turned back subconsciously, and vaguely saw that he raised his hand to touch the doorknob again, trying to escape; in the end, he just raised his right hand When he got up, he slumped down again, and a deep sense of powerlessness bound his ankles.

Finally, Wang Si turned around, looked up at Wang Ge, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his eyes.

The blue light fell lightly on Wang Si's eyelashes, casting a light shadow, making it difficult to see his eyes, but his escaping, his hesitation, his loneliness, his panic, were like a smear of sadness. , twirling on the tip of the tongue.

Obviously, Wang Ge's anger was still at its peak. She didn't notice and didn't want to pay attention to Wang Si's mood. She opened the refrigerator, took out a bucket of mineral water, and poured it down her throat, aggressively starting to interrogate Wang Si.

"How old is she?"

"In his early twenties." Wang Si replied mechanically, like a child who had drank Veritaserum.

"How long?"

"A year and a half."

"You actually deceived me for a year and a half?"

Seeing Wang Ge's unbelievable face, Wang Si became more and more irritable, raised his hand inexplicably and waved it as if to drive away flies that didn't exist at all. , but never dared to face Wang Ge's eyes.

"If I told you, you would definitely stop me."

Wang Ge took two steps forward abruptly, leaning forward slightly, showing a kind of aggression, and the tense voice could feel the continuous burst of tension.

"She's just a child!"

"You are a cheating liar, you are no different from your father!"

"How did you meet her?"

One sentence after another, he rushed towards Wang Si like a hurricane.

Air, almost condensed.

Silently, Wang Si and Wang Ge drew closer, but Lu Qian's camera didn't zoom in directly, but quietly zoomed in a little further, forming a frame through the arch in the hall, locking the two of them firmly. Inside, the surrounding darkness is still thick, and the clear light in the center becomes lighter and lighter, as if—

Just like the picture of the aquarium, they stood outside, looking at the blue inside the glass, the enchanting blue, and Wang Si and Wang Ge were swimming underwater.

Cold, estranged, beautiful, yet shuddering~www.novelmt.com~ Wang Si involuntarily lowered his head and drew a circle on the table with his left hand, like a child who was condemned for his wrongdoing, and replied in a low voice.

"She is my student."

Wang Ge couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth wide. His first reaction was that he couldn't make any sound. Then he looked at Wang Si, whose face was full of guilt.

Is Wang Si pretending to be a victim?

"I thought writers hated these clichés."

"I'm not a writer." Wang Si defended, raised his head quickly and glanced at Wang Ge, but immediately turned his head away and looked away, obviously not wanting to face Wang Ge.

"Heh." Wang Ge sneered, and sneered out like this, imitating Wang Si's tone to express Wang Si's inner thoughts, "I was laid off, I want to find a tender grass for psychological comfort."

Wang Si was also angry, and he didn't realize it. He clenched his hands into fists and slammed the table briefly, expressing his protest in this way, but when he said it, he still suppressed his voice, ashamed and ashamed. His emotions made him unable to straighten his back.

"it's not like that."

"Don't you know how bad it is to be with Ai Qing?"

"She made me feel like I'm a pile of trash, and I'm a useless **** who hasn't seen the world and is useless."

Speaking of this, Wang Si himself did not realize that he was gnashing his teeth, his breathing was stagnant, and his words were cut off. He tried his best to clench his fists to suppress his anger, and his muscles were completely tense, but those eyes, those hidden in the dawn Eyes in the hazy blue halo of time—

Anger, suffocation, shame, depression, struggle, and endless ferocity, a savage murderous aura was fleeting, but it was enough to make one's heart palpitate.