Chapter 1856

Nina left, and then Thomas left. In the huge drama group, only two people appeared and disappeared. It was difficult to arouse any waves or attract any attention. No one was aware of the two people's appearance and departure at all, let alone lenley and Bryce who devoted themselves to filming preparation.

It is undoubtedly the biggest challenge and the only focus of Langley's attention that how to tell the past of Owen and Claire, and how to set up the foreshadowing for the image of the two characters.

After repeated discussions, Colin finally decided to keep his lines light, leaving more meat for the actors to show, so as to avoid damaging the rhythm of the whole play and even the whole film. It's more appropriate for commercial films to be simple and rough, and it's easier to lose weight if his lines are too refined.

Lanli has no objection, and he also hopes that his performance can be lighter. Although he has experienced many battles, lanli is always worried about his excessive power in comedy performance. He needs to relax the whole person and reduce the sense of carving, just like the performance of showing the relationship between father and son in "star Trek", and moistening things in silence is the most appropriate; Jurassic world is even lighter than interstellar crossing.

At this time, all of lanli's attention is focused on the role and performance, and everything else is less important than the upcoming film. Thomas and Nina are completely out of his radar range, and now they are wholeheartedly ready to enter the role.

Standing out of the camera, lenley and Bryce are still playing to ensure the direction of their lines and the rhythm of each other. Instead, this kind of preparation is more like a stage play. The west end and Broadway styles of the two actors are coming, and the dramatic skills of the two actors can be revealed at this time.

"Shoot!"

Colin's voice echoed over the crew, and then everyone in the crew held their breath. The serious and focused atmosphere made them naturally try their best to keep quiet.

Owen was repairing his motorcycle when he saw an SUV coming from a distance. His movements stopped a little, but then he began to get busy again. He glanced at Claire who came down from the car, looking like he was going to attend an award ceremony, Out of tune with the environment. After that, Owen did not speak. He took his eyes back and went on with what he was doing.

Claire pulled her coat - she didn't put on her sleeve, but kept the fashion and put it on her shoulders. In order to avoid it falling, she had to tidy it up a little, and then she could see Owen's greasy appearance, which made her avoid her eyes and breathe heavily.

The white T-shirt has become a rag. It can't help but look the same. It's black and gray, and even makes people wonder what the original background color is; The linen overalls have a left pocket and a right pocket. It seems that they always worry that there is no place to store their wallets and mobile phones. Now they are wrinkled like sauerkraut. If he just rolled back in the mud, it is very convincing.

Claire took a deep breath, and there was a struggle between her eyebrows: again, it seemed that she was tormenting himself and everyone around him. She really couldn't see it anymore, but now she just sent it to her door, which made Claire very helpless.

"Mr. Grady." Claire straightened up, walked forward and stopped near Owen. "I need you to come and see something for us."

Owen put his things down, frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He said in a funny tone, "why do you call me Mr. Grady?"

"Owen Claire changed her name and looked at Owen for a moment, but still shifted her eyes uneasily, always avoiding the positive eye contact, "if you're not too busy."

"I'm still very busy." Owen took his eyes back and slowly wiped the oil from his hands. He didn't have the courage to look at Claire.

Claire tilted her head, as if every second of standing here was suffering, but she still closed her eyes and said, "we have a new attraction." We have a new scenic spot. There is a new spark between us.

Owen put down all the rags and tools in his hand, stood up and gave Claire a light smile with a bad rascal smell. "Are you sure?"

Claire understood immediately, with a wordless face. "I'm talking about dinosaurs, Mr. Grady."

"I guess so." Owen's smile is still hanging in the corner of his mouth, but his eyelids are slightly lowered to cover up the loss and regret of the flash; When his eyelids were raised again, his expression returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Claire didn't notice it, because there was a small flying insect around her. She didn't know whether it was a mosquito or an animal, which made her pay attention to the past. She waved and patted nervously, but she couldn't get rid of the trouble of the small flying insect. Naturally, she didn't have time to pay attention to Owen's passing look, "we created a brand new dinosaur."

Owen took the initiative to step forward, quick hand, quick and agile to seize the little bug, to solve Claire's dilemma.

Claire's expression was a little reluctant, and she pursed the corners of her mouth, as if to say: I don't need help. In fact, if she could, she didn't want to be more involved with Owen and didn't even want to accept this little bit of human feelings.

Owen keenly captured Claire's expression, but he didn't say much. He quickly lowered his eyelids to hide his true emotion, and then changed the topic, "are you making your own decisions to create a new dinosaur?" Then, Owen turned and started to walk in the direction of his cabin, as if he didn't want to wander around Claire.

"Yes, that's what we do." Claire, unaware of Owen's abnormality, nodded in the affirmative.

Owen looked at the lake not far away. His eyes became deeper and deeper. He whispered, "like God?"

"What?" Claire was too far away to hear.

"Nothing." Owen raised his voice to reply, simple and clear, as if he didn't want to leave the end of the speech, so he cut it off.

Such a small performance detail is not easy to detect, but it makes Bryce fall into a short trance. When she looks back again, her eyes stop for a moment.

On the surface, he didn't change at all. It seemed that everything was normal; But in the actual situation, you can notice that his back is a little bit hard, a little more upright than before, and the tension and alienation revealed invisibly are quietly transmitted.

However, he hides all these things very well. It's hard for outsiders to detect them. He only has a strange feeling: he seems to be particularly alienated and alert, but he has no way to know where this feeling comes from and how it is presented. As a result, this kind of groundless idea has produced more confusion.

Only those who really understand the past can understand his pain.

Like Bryce - or Claire.

She knows everything, she knows his state, she knows his worries, but she can't keep worrying, she has to brake.

So, before Bryce realized the subtle change of her emotions, she closed her eyes and cut off all her emotions, just like Claire faced Owen: they had broken up, and they knew that things would not change, and she should brake before they continued to hurt each other.

But the slight tension of facial expression still reveals the real surging of inner emotions. The unspeakable confusion is hidden between the slightly frowning eyebrows and the tight corners of the mouth. Quietly, Bryce enters into Claire's world. That kind of integrated expression feeling makes all the emotions become natural and real.

She needs to get back to business.

"It's going to be on display in three weeks. Mr. maslani asked me to come and consult with you. " Clare said aloud.

Owen turned around again, and his face regained its romantic look again. The smile between his eyebrows released all the charm unreservedly. "Do you want to discuss here, or..." Owen picked the end of his eyebrows, pointed his eyes to the house not far away, and joked meaningfully.

Just that kind of lonely atmosphere is fleeting, it seems that nothing has ever happened. Generally, Owen's ridicule and jest easily destroyed all the atmosphere, and the strong sense of strangeness made the rising radian of the corner of the mouth slightly convergent.

Clare frowned and said, slightly irritated, "Owen, you know, it's not funny."

Owen flattened his voice and laughed like Donald. "Ha ha, I think it's a little funny. You know, I love to see you at a loss. "

The atmosphere finally completely returned to the right track. The instant loss did not destroy the overall rhythm, but quietly planted a seed of doubt, and then began to think, is there any unknown past between Owen and Claire?

If you think about it in this way, things will become interesting, and Claire's nervous appearance confirms this.

Clare nervously raised his right hand and pinned the falling hair back to his ear, showing a rare shyness and formality. He wanted to retort, but he finally put up with it again and directly changed the topic. "We hope you can reevaluate the weakness of the fence."