Chapter 1424: 1424
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The filming of "Burst Drummer" is proceeding intensively and methodically. All the situations of the crew are proceeding step by step, smoothly and smoothly. The collapse and loss of control that people are worried about have not appeared. Not only that, the performance of Lan Li is becoming more and more delicious. Getting deeper and deeper, Damien was always able to find more sparks in Lan Li, and the chemical reactions on the set gradually became more interesting.
The whole shooting process is more like a kind of brainstorming of artistic creation, not the kind of patterned application on the assembly line.
Damien always has countless unconstrained ideas, trying to capture different picture fragments with different lenses and different angles; and Lanly is always able to interpret Damien’s ideas, and even further interpret what belongs to Andrew's color, and then unconsciously guide the progress of the story.
Fortunately, the concerns of Lanly’s friends did not become reality, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and gradually returned to their work and life, but Paul still stayed in New York, he just ended" The filming of "violent neighborhood" happened to be on vacation, so I just took my daughter Mei Duo to Big Apple and enjoyed a summer on the east coast.
Everything seems to be on track.
But Lanly knew that this was an illusion.
With the shooting of "Burst Drummer", the sense of restraint is becoming more and more serious and clearer, as if standing in front of a full-length mirror. Outside of the mirror, he looks good, and it seems that there is no problem; but the mirror Zhong's self is strictly bound to become a mummy, no matter how hard he struggles, it won't help.
To make matters worse, in the eyes of others, he is just outside the mirror, safe and sound, and the posture in the mirror is like a pure illusion. This is like a watermelon, which looks perfect on the surface, but after cutting it open, it is found that the inside has begun to rot.
This kind of restraint is the restraint of performance, and it is also the restraint of Andrew.
This is a very chaotic and very chaotic feeling.
Under Fletcher's step-by-step pressing, Andrew is escaping into the darkness step by step, getting colder and more cruel, more and more rough, more and more violent, the whole person is like a bloodthirsty beast, in The edge of the cliff was rampant, and I don't know when and how it might fall into the abyss.
That invisible sense of restraint seems to be dragging his limbs, unable to break through speed, unable to control power, and the whole person is like mud feet deep in the mud, the more struggling, the more sleepy. Subconsciously, he wanted to break through, want to break free, and want to hit, but the powerful reaction force of the sense of restraint gradually made him suffocate.
In the dark, the double-jump technique and the four hundred strikes have made progress. He seems to be within reach, but he is always unable to go further. Every practice and every strike has been trapped in a hole. This kind of aggrieved and depressed touch is making him more and more angry and irritable, and at the same time more and more confused and more at a loss.
That sense of restraint seemed to be the only force he was fighting against. But the problem is that he can't distinguish clearly now, is this a barrier that is preventing his technological breakthrough, or an umbrella that is preventing him from falling into the abyss?
At the same time, he couldn't distinguish clearly. Is this a calm barrier that is preventing his acting skills from making a breakthrough again, or is it the last insurance to prevent himself from confusing reality and illusion?
It feels too weird like this. It is not only the blurring between acting and reality, character and self, but also in the illusory world and in the real world. You can feel the repression and restraint. It may be good or bad. Yes, it may be correct, it may be dangerous, that indistinguishable gray emotion, tightly and tightly bound every nerve of his, and gradually began to breathe out.
It's like... if the description is not completely accurate, but it's as if the previous Chu Jiashu had just woken up.
The long slumber after the car accident finally passed, the eyes still can’t open, but the body has slowly regained consciousness, hearing and touch seem to have opened a small window, and then he began to try to move the body, but the brain’s consciousness has been conveyed After receiving the instructions, the body could not feel any movement, he began to struggle, he began to resist, he began to exert force...
Rage and panic gradually came to his mind, he had no way to calm down, and he didn't want to be calm.
When he realized that he had lost the dominance of his body, the energy erupted from that kind of anger and suffocation was even more violent and rough than the volcano that had accumulated energy for many years, and the whole world began to shake. But in any case, his efforts, his resistance, and his unyielding are all in vain.
Then more irritable. Even more angry. More depressed.
In the face of such a situation, you must either break and then stand, successfully break the barriers, and regain a new life; or return without success and truly realize that all your efforts are nothing but ants, and your spirit is numb, and then...or just pass by. After this remnant life, either blames the heavens and others, angers the world, or finds another way and shines.
It feels like this, and it doesn’t become simple after experiencing it once. After the restless and boring emotions accumulated to the extreme, they finally vented out——
Andrew lost control. He kicked the drum, raised his fist, and was ready to die with Fletcher. He threw Fletcher on and started beating Fletcher regardless, the scarlet one. His eyes have completely failed to find the shadow of reason, and everything has become blurred.
This is not /killing/father, this is still just resistance. Out of control resistance, resistance to overthrow authority, resistance to come forward, this is the last step before /killing /father.
The whole scene was filmed smoothly and smoothly. From tension to confrontation, from intensity to detail, all the performances were perfect. Damien screamed and even rushed out of the performance hall, crying and howling outside. , To celebrate the completion of the filming of an important turning point.
But after the performance, Lan Li was panting with big mouths. Not only did the suffocated and depressed feeling not relieved, but it also burned like a flame on his chest, and the hot and scorching flames were constantly hitting him. All the lines of defense for him, but he was tightly and tightly imprisoned in place, as if he could only watch as he burned and turned to ashes.
Drowsy, Lan Li sat alone in the corner of the practice room, facing the corner of the wall, like a child facing the wall thinking, after the volcano erupted, his physical strength and energy fell into a state of exhaustion; but that kind of restraint The feeling has not disappeared, just exhausted, unable to resist, and unable to resist.
The exhaustion from the depths of the soul made the brain groggy into the darkness.
In a trance, the second world in his mind once again showed that vague figure: a figure trapped on a white hospital bed like a mummy.
Gradually, the picture is approaching, slowly and slowly, getting closer and closer. Those facial features, those expressions and that face become clearer and clearer. After the focus and focus are fully adjusted, Chu Jiashu looks He appeared in front of his eyes, and Lan Li suddenly panicked:
Chu Jiashu is him, and Lan Li is also him. Both are him, and he is standing next to the hospital bed. Then, who is the person lying on the hospital bed?
A ghostly messenger, he stretched out his right hand and gently touched Chu Jiashu's right hand, with a "swish", and then he entered the body and was trapped tightly in it, a scene that seemed to be familiar to him. It appeared again-
He was the mummy, the mummy who was trapped in the same place and bound his whole body, and the mummy who resisted no matter how hard he struggled was just a futile mummy. It's him, it's always him, it's always him, never changed.
Ryan Stone is him, Levine Davis is him, Andrew Neiman is him, Chu Jiashu is him, and Renly Hall is also him... Those very different faces quickly Alternately switching, and finally all merged into one, becoming the same face: the face reflected in the mirror and bound up like a mummy.
He was struggling, he was resisting, he was desperate, but he was completely powerless to resist.
How is this going?
What exactly is going on?
He thought that he had bid farewell to the past, he had regained a new life, he had cut off his obsession, he had opened the future... But why was he still trapped in place? After wandering around for a lifetime, he returned to the original point after all. Then, are all his efforts in vain?
This is not fair!
He began to struggle, and struggled unrelentingly. Those anger, those unwillingness, those irritability and those pains made him frantically try to resist, but the soul was imprisoned in the body, as if it was stuffed into a glass bottle. The ants in ~www.novelhall.com~ no matter how they resisted, they couldn't break through.
The soul began to burn, releasing all the energy, and the pain reached its extreme. The pain nerves in my mind were in danger. I opened my mouth wide, but I couldn't even make a sound. A beep came from my ear. The sound is as if the electrocardiogram is pulled into a straight line, and then the whole world escapes into the darkness, and nothing can be felt anymore. The pain and bitterness are all gone, as if the whole person is in the endless dark universe. Floating in it.
Not the state of Ryan Stone, but the state of Renly Hall.
In the endless vast universe, he saw himself. To be more precise, Lan Li saw Chu Jiashu, and the two stood face to face like this, like two sides of a mirror:
The one on the outside, dark brown curly hair and light brown eyes, the tall figure outlines the etiquette of a gentleman; the one on the inside, with short black hair and black eyes, has a slightly thin body that reveals a bookish spirit. Two completely different faces, but with the same soul, watched each other silently, every move, every smile is so similar.
This is him, that is him, both are him. So, who is he?
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The filming of "Burst Drummer" is proceeding intensively and methodically. All the situations of the crew are proceeding step by step, smoothly and smoothly. The collapse and loss of control that people are worried about have not appeared. Not only that, the performance of Lan Li is becoming more and more delicious. Getting deeper and deeper, Damien was always able to find more sparks in Lan Li, and the chemical reactions on the set gradually became more interesting.
The whole shooting process is more like a kind of brainstorming of artistic creation, not the kind of patterned application on the assembly line.
Damien always has countless unconstrained ideas, trying to capture different picture fragments with different lenses and different angles; and Lanly is always able to interpret Damien’s ideas, and even further interpret what belongs to Andrew's color, and then unconsciously guide the progress of the story.
Fortunately, the concerns of Lanly’s friends did not become reality, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and gradually returned to their work and life, but Paul still stayed in New York, he just ended" The filming of "violent neighborhood" happened to be on vacation, so I just took my daughter Mei Duo to Big Apple and enjoyed a summer on the east coast.
Everything seems to be on track.
But Lanly knew that this was an illusion.
With the shooting of "Burst Drummer", the sense of restraint is becoming more and more serious and clearer, as if standing in front of a full-length mirror. Outside of the mirror, he looks good, and it seems that there is no problem; but the mirror Zhong's self is strictly bound to become a mummy, no matter how hard he struggles, it won't help.
To make matters worse, in the eyes of others, he is just outside the mirror, safe and sound, and the posture in the mirror is like a pure illusion. This is like a watermelon, which looks perfect on the surface, but after cutting it open, it is found that the inside has begun to rot.
This kind of restraint is the restraint of performance, and it is also the restraint of Andrew.
This is a very chaotic and very chaotic feeling.
Under Fletcher's step-by-step pressing, Andrew is escaping into the darkness step by step, getting colder and more cruel, more and more rough, more and more violent, the whole person is like a bloodthirsty beast, in The edge of the cliff was rampant, and I don't know when and how it might fall into the abyss.
That invisible sense of restraint seems to be dragging his limbs, unable to break through speed, unable to control power, and the whole person is like mud feet deep in the mud, the more struggling, the more sleepy. Subconsciously, he wanted to break through, want to break free, and want to hit, but the powerful reaction force of the sense of restraint gradually made him suffocate.
In the dark, the double-jump technique and the four hundred strikes have made progress. He seems to be within reach, but he is always unable to go further. Every practice and every strike has been trapped in a hole. This kind of aggrieved and depressed touch is making him more and more angry and irritable, and at the same time more and more confused and more at a loss.
That sense of restraint seemed to be the only force he was fighting against. But the problem is that he can't distinguish clearly now, is this a barrier that is preventing his technological breakthrough, or an umbrella that is preventing him from falling into the abyss?
At the same time, he couldn't distinguish clearly. Is this a calm barrier that is preventing his acting skills from making a breakthrough again, or is it the last insurance to prevent himself from confusing reality and illusion?
It feels too weird like this. It is not only the blurring between acting and reality, character and self, but also in the illusory world and in the real world. You can feel the repression and restraint. It may be good or bad. Yes, it may be correct, it may be dangerous, that indistinguishable gray emotion, tightly and tightly bound every nerve of his, and gradually began to breathe out.
It's like... if the description is not completely accurate, but it's as if the previous Chu Jiashu had just woken up.
The long slumber after the car accident finally passed, the eyes still can’t open, but the body has slowly regained consciousness, hearing and touch seem to have opened a small window, and then he began to try to move the body, but the brain’s consciousness has been conveyed After receiving the instructions, the body could not feel any movement, he began to struggle, he began to resist, he began to exert force...
Rage and panic gradually came to his mind, he had no way to calm down, and he didn't want to be calm.
When he realized that he had lost the dominance of his body, the energy erupted from that kind of anger and suffocation was even more violent and rough than the volcano that had accumulated energy for many years, and the whole world began to shake. But in any case, his efforts, his resistance, and his unyielding are all in vain.
Then more irritable. Even more angry. More depressed.
In the face of such a situation, you must either break and then stand, successfully break the barriers, and regain a new life; or return without success and truly realize that all your efforts are nothing but ants, and your spirit is numb, and then...or just pass by. After this remnant life, either blames the heavens and others, angers the world, or finds another way and shines.
It feels like this, and it doesn’t become simple after experiencing it once. After the restless and boring emotions accumulated to the extreme, they finally vented out——
Andrew lost control. He kicked the drum, raised his fist, and was ready to die with Fletcher. He threw Fletcher on and started beating Fletcher regardless, the scarlet one. His eyes have completely failed to find the shadow of reason, and everything has become blurred.
This is not /killing/father, this is still just resistance. Out of control resistance, resistance to overthrow authority, resistance to come forward, this is the last step before /killing /father.
The whole scene was filmed smoothly and smoothly. From tension to confrontation, from intensity to detail, all the performances were perfect. Damien screamed and even rushed out of the performance hall, crying and howling outside. , To celebrate the completion of the filming of an important turning point.
But after the performance, Lan Li was panting with big mouths. Not only did the suffocated and depressed feeling not relieved, but it also burned like a flame on his chest, and the hot and scorching flames were constantly hitting him. All the lines of defense for him, but he was tightly and tightly imprisoned in place, as if he could only watch as he burned and turned to ashes.
Drowsy, Lan Li sat alone in the corner of the practice room, facing the corner of the wall, like a child facing the wall thinking, after the volcano erupted, his physical strength and energy fell into a state of exhaustion; but that kind of restraint The feeling has not disappeared, just exhausted, unable to resist, and unable to resist.
The exhaustion from the depths of the soul made the brain groggy into the darkness.
In a trance, the second world in his mind once again showed that vague figure: a figure trapped on a white hospital bed like a mummy.
Gradually, the picture is approaching, slowly and slowly, getting closer and closer. Those facial features, those expressions and that face become clearer and clearer. After the focus and focus are fully adjusted, Chu Jiashu looks He appeared in front of his eyes, and Lan Li suddenly panicked:
Chu Jiashu is him, and Lan Li is also him. Both are him, and he is standing next to the hospital bed. Then, who is the person lying on the hospital bed?
A ghostly messenger, he stretched out his right hand and gently touched Chu Jiashu's right hand, with a "swish", and then he entered the body and was trapped tightly in it, a scene that seemed to be familiar to him. It appeared again-
He was the mummy, the mummy who was trapped in the same place and bound his whole body, and the mummy who resisted no matter how hard he struggled was just a futile mummy. It's him, it's always him, it's always him, never changed.
Ryan Stone is him, Levine Davis is him, Andrew Neiman is him, Chu Jiashu is him, and Renly Hall is also him... Those very different faces quickly Alternately switching, and finally all merged into one, becoming the same face: the face reflected in the mirror and bound up like a mummy.
He was struggling, he was resisting, he was desperate, but he was completely powerless to resist.
How is this going?
What exactly is going on?
He thought that he had bid farewell to the past, he had regained a new life, he had cut off his obsession, he had opened the future... But why was he still trapped in place? After wandering around for a lifetime, he returned to the original point after all. Then, are all his efforts in vain?
This is not fair!
He began to struggle, and struggled unrelentingly. Those anger, those unwillingness, those irritability and those pains made him frantically try to resist, but the soul was imprisoned in the body, as if it was stuffed into a glass bottle. The ants in ~www.novelhall.com~ no matter how they resisted, they couldn't break through.
The soul began to burn, releasing all the energy, and the pain reached its extreme. The pain nerves in my mind were in danger. I opened my mouth wide, but I couldn't even make a sound. A beep came from my ear. The sound is as if the electrocardiogram is pulled into a straight line, and then the whole world escapes into the darkness, and nothing can be felt anymore. The pain and bitterness are all gone, as if the whole person is in the endless dark universe. Floating in it.
Not the state of Ryan Stone, but the state of Renly Hall.
In the endless vast universe, he saw himself. To be more precise, Lan Li saw Chu Jiashu, and the two stood face to face like this, like two sides of a mirror:
The one on the outside, dark brown curly hair and light brown eyes, the tall figure outlines the etiquette of a gentleman; the one on the inside, with short black hair and black eyes, has a slightly thin body that reveals a bookish spirit. Two completely different faces, but with the same soul, watched each other silently, every move, every smile is so similar.
This is him, that is him, both are him. So, who is he?
The filming of "Burst Drummer" is proceeding intensively and methodically. All the situations of the crew are proceeding step by step, smoothly and smoothly. The collapse and loss of control that people are worried about have not appeared. Not only that, the performance of Lan Li is becoming more and more delicious. Getting deeper and deeper, Damien was always able to find more sparks in Lan Li, and the chemical reactions on the set gradually became more interesting.The whole shooting process is more like a kind of brainstorming of artistic creation, not the kind of patterned application on the assembly line.Damien always has countless unconstrained ideas, trying to capture different picture fragments with different lenses and different angles; and Lanly is always able to interpret Damien's ideas, and even further interpret what belongs to Andrew's color, and then unconsciously guide the progress of the story.Fortunately, the concerns of Lanly's friends did not become reality, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and gradually returned to their work and life, but Paul still stayed in New York, he just ended" The filming of "violent neighborhood" happened to be on vacation, so I just took my daughter Mei Duo to Big Apple and enjoyed a summer on the east coast.Everything seems to be on track.But Lanly knew that this was an illusion.With the shooting of "Burst Drummer", the sense of restraint is becoming more and more serious and clearer, as if standing in front of a full-length mirror. Outside of the mirror, he looks good, and it seems that there is no problem; but the mirror Zhong's self is strictly bound to become a mummy, no matter how hard he struggles, it won't help.To make matters worse, in the eyes of others, he is just outside the mirror, safe and sound, and the posture in the mirror is like a pure illusion. This is like a watermelon, which looks perfect on the surface, but after cutting it open, it is found that the inside has begun to rot.This kind of restraint is the restraint of performance, and it is also the restraint of Andrew.This is a very chaotic and very chaotic feeling.Under Fletcher's step-by-step pressing, Andrew is escaping into the darkness step by step, getting colder and more cruel, more and more rough, more and more violent, the whole person is like a bloodthirsty beast, in The edge of the cliff was rampant, and I don't know when and how it might fall into the abyss.That invisible sense of restraint seems to be dragging his limbs, unable to break through speed, unable to control power, and the whole person is like mud feet deep in the mud, the more struggling, the more sleepy. Subconsciously, he wanted to break through, want to break free, and want to hit, but the powerful reaction force of the sense of restraint gradually made him suffocate.In the dark, the double-jump technique and the four hundred strikes have made progress. He seems to be within reach, but he is always unable to go further. Every practice and every strike has been trapped in a hole. This kind of aggrieved and depressed touch is making him more and more angry and irritable, and at the same time more and more confused and more at a loss.That sense of restraint seemed to be the only force he was fighting against. But the problem is that he can't distinguish clearly now, is this a barrier that is preventing his technological breakthrough, or an umbrella that is preventing him from falling into the abyss?At the same time, he couldn't distinguish clearly. Is this a calm barrier that is preventing his acting skills from making a breakthrough again, or is it the last insurance to prevent himself from confusing reality and illusion?It feels too weird like this. It is not only the blurring between acting and reality, character and self, but also in the illusory world and in the real world. You can feel the repression and restraint. It may be good or bad. Yes, it may be correct, it may be dangerous, that indistinguishable gray emotion, tightly and tightly bound every nerve of his, and gradually began to breathe out.It's like... if the description is not completely accurate, but it's as if the previous Chu Jiashu had just woken up.The long slumber after the car accident finally passed, the eyes still can't open, but the body has slowly regained consciousness, hearing and touch seem to have opened a small window, and then he began to try to move the body, but the brain's consciousness has been conveyed After receiving the instructions, the body could not feel any movement, he began to struggle, he began to resist, he began to exert force...Rage and panic gradually came to his mind, he had no way to calm down, and he didn't want to be calm.When he realized that he had lost the dominance of his body, the energy erupted from that kind of anger and suffocation was even more violent and rough than the volcano that had accumulated energy for many years, and the whole world began to shake. But in any case, his efforts, his resistance, and his unyielding are all in vain.Then more irritable. Even more angry. More depressed.In the face of such a situation, you must either break and then stand, successfully break the barriers, and regain a new life; or return without success and truly realize that all your efforts are nothing but ants, and your spirit is numb, and then...or just pass by. After this remnant life, either blames the heavens and others, angers the world, or finds another way and shines.It feels like this, and it doesn't become simple after experiencing it once. After the restless and boring emotions accumulated to the extreme, they finally vented outAndrew lost control. He kicked the drum, raised his fist, and was ready to die with Fletcher. He threw Fletcher on and started beating Fletcher regardless, the scarlet one. His eyes have completely failed to find the shadow of reason, and everything has become blurred.This is not /killing/father, this is still just resistance. Out of control resistance, resistance to overthrow authority, resistance to come forward, this is the last step before /killing /father.The whole scene was filmed smoothly and smoothly. From tension to confrontation, from intensity to detail, all the performances were perfect. Damien screamed and even rushed out of the performance hall, crying and howling outside. , To celebrate the completion of the filming of an important turning point.But after the performance, Lan Li was panting with big mouths. Not only did the suffocated and depressed feeling not relieved, but it also burned like a flame on his chest, and the hot and scorching flames were constantly hitting him. All the lines of defense for him, but he was tightly and tightly imprisoned in place, as if he could only watch as he burned and turned to ashes.Drowsy, Lan Li sat alone in the corner of the practice room, facing the corner of the wall, like a child facing the wall thinking, after the volcano erupted, his physical strength and energy fell into a state of exhaustion; but that kind of restraint The feeling has not disappeared, just exhausted, unable to resist, and unable to resist.The exhaustion from the depths of the soul made the brain groggy into the darkness.In a trance, the second world in his mind once again showed that vague figure: a figure trapped on a white hospital bed like a mummy.Gradually, the picture is approaching, slowly and slowly, getting closer and closer. Those facial features, those expressions and that face become clearer and clearer. After the focus and focus are fully adjusted, Chu Jiashu looks He appeared in front of his eyes, and Lan Li suddenly panicked:Chu Jiashu is him, and Lan Li is also him. Both are him, and he is standing next to the hospital bed. Then, who is the person lying on the hospital bed?A ghostly messenger, he stretched out his right hand and gently touched Chu Jiashu's right hand, with a "swish", and then he entered the body and was trapped tightly in it, a scene that seemed to be familiar to him. It appeared again-He was the mummy, the mummy who was trapped in the same place and bound his whole body, and the mummy who resisted no matter how hard he struggled was just a futile mummy. It's him, it's always him, it's always him, never changed.Ryan Stone is him, Levine Davis is him, Andrew Neiman is him, Chu Jiashu is him, and Renly Hall is also him... Those very different faces quickly Alternately switching, and finally all merged into one, becoming the same face: the face reflected in the mirror and bound up like a mummy.He was struggling, he was resisting, he was desperate, but he was completely powerless to resist.How is this going?What exactly is going on?He thought that he had bid farewell to the past, he had regained a new life, he had cut off his obsession, he had opened the future... But why was he still trapped in place? After wandering around for a lifetime, he returned to the original point after all. Then, are all his efforts in vain?This is not fair!He began to struggle, and struggled unrelentingly. Those anger, those unwillingness, those irritability and those pains made him frantically try to resist, but the soul was imprisoned in the body, as if it was stuffed into a glass bottle. The ants in ~www.novelhall.com~ no matter how they resisted, they couldn't break through.The soul began to burn, releasing all the energy, and the pain reached its extreme. The pain nerves in my mind were in danger. I opened my mouth wide, but I couldn't even make a sound. A beep came from my ear. The sound is as if the electrocardiogram is pulled into a straight line, and then the whole world escapes into the darkness, and nothing can be felt anymore. The pain and bitterness are all gone, as if the whole person is in the endless dark universe. Floating in it.Not the state of Ryan Stone, but the state of Renly Hall.In the endless vast universe, he saw himself. To be more precise, Lan Li saw Chu Jiashu, and the two stood face to face like this, like two sides of a mirror:The one on the outside, dark brown curly hair and light brown eyes, the tall figure outlines the etiquette of a gentleman; the one on the inside, with short black hair and black eyes, has a slightly thin body that reveals a bookish spirit. Two completely different faces, but with the same soul, watched each other silently, every move, every smile is so similar.This is him, that is him, both are him. So, who is he?
