Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 103 Unheard of
Since all the scenes in "My Blueberry Nights" were shot at night, we took accommodation into consideration when choosing the filming location.

More than 100 meters away from the restaurant where the filming took place, there is a motel called "Smith Family Motel". The production company booked the entire motel for the crew to stay in.

There weren't many people in the Blueberry crew, and there were enough rooms to stay in. Unlike Zhang Yiyi's time, Chen Nuo enjoyed the treatment of a single room this time.

Qi Yuntian is Chen Nuo's agent, not a member of the crew, so he has to pay for his own living next door to Chen Nuo. Next to Qi Yuntian is Emma Stone. Wang Jiawei and several staff members from Hong Kong are also on the same floor.

After coming out of the restaurant, Qi Yuntian kept glancing at him from time to time. Chen Nuo finally became impatient and said, "Don't worry, I'm not crazy yet."

Qi Yuntian breathed a sigh of relief: "I feel relieved to hear that you can still talk to me in this tone."

Chen Nuo ignored him.

He is not crazy, that's because he has a strong psychological endurance.

However, he had never been pushed to this extent. Since he started filming, everything had gone smoothly, and he had only heard praises and admiration. This was the first time he had been so embarrassed.

55 NGs!
Once when he went to the restroom, he heard two foreigners from the crew chatting at the restroom door.

One person was saying: "Oh my god, I envied that boy at first, but now I'm just glad I'm not doing it."

Another person said: "Yes, Wang turned the kiss into torture. I can't understand what he wanted. I feel like he was just torturing the two children."

“Maybe that’s why he can be successful in Hong Kong.”

"Oh, God bless the actors who filmed with him."

"Yeah, God bless them, I bet $5 that boy will end up crying like a baby."

"Haha, I bet five dollars that he will."

Even these old Hollywood veterans couldn't stand it, which shows that Wang Jiawei is considered a pervert no matter where he is in the world.

Chen Nuo doesn't believe in God, and God cannot protect him. If he wants to stop crying, he can only rely on himself.

When he got back to the hotel, he lost consciousness as soon as his back touched the bed. He slept soundly and had many bizarre dreams. There were some memories of his childhood in Michigan, and the girl he broke up with not long ago, who he didn't know whether her name was Mary or Lucy. Finally, the picture in the dream was frozen on a face with butter on the lips.

After waking up, Chen Nuo went to the bathroom to wash up and looked at the pale, helpless, haggard and tired face in the mirror. This kind of expression would never appear on Chen Nuo. It belonged exclusively to Jeremy, the loser student at New York University.

While Chen Nuo was staring at the mirror in the bathroom, Darius Kangji was in Wang Jiawei's room and asked helplessly, "Wang, how many more angles do you want me to find?"

Wang Jiawei said, "Let's do it again as many times as we did yesterday."

Darius Conger was stunned.

Wang Jiawei smiled when he saw this.

He knew very well that not only Darius Kangji, but Chen Nuo must be suffering even more now.

But there was no way. Chen Nuo in the camera had not impressed him yet, and through yesterday's observation, he also knew that Chen Nuo still had potential to be tapped.

As for why do you say that?
Of course it was the first time I filmed a scene with him. We had 55 NGs and shot for a whole night, but he didn’t cry or want to run away.

What are you afraid of? You can just continue.

Chen Nuo didn't know that Wong Kar-wai actually used tears to measure an actor's psychological quality, otherwise he would definitely cry in front of him every minute.

The crew of Blueberry Nights started working at 20:00 every day after dinner, and continued filming until 5:8 the next morning. There was an hour break in between, so in total, they worked exactly hours.

Because the American Screen Actors Guild stipulates that more than 8 hours is considered overtime. As long as the producer does not want to pay overtime pay several times the salary, Wang Jiawei must work according to this length even if he curses his mother a hundred times.

New York time, 2006 p.m., January 1, 6, in a restaurant somewhere in New York.

“Blueberry Nights, Scene 1, Take 56.”

The sound of hitting the board was heard.

A few minutes later, "Blueberry Nights, Scene 1, Take 57."

“Blueberry Nights, Scene 1, Take 58.”

"...59."

"...60."

……

“……take 113。”纽约时间，2006年1月7日早上5点，纽约某处餐厅。

Wang Jiawei stood up from behind the monitor and said, "Cut, call it a day."

At this moment, everyone in the crew looked at him as if he were the devil.

A kissing scene was shot 113 times over two whole days. Who else could this director be if not a devil from hell who takes pleasure in torturing people?
There were still people laughing at the joke yesterday, but today, no one in the entire crew was laughing at the joke anymore.

Because nobody had ever seen anything like this. It was totally unheard of among the professionals in Hollywood.

Halfway through the film, almost everyone was thinking, if the hero’s spirit was broken, he ran away without care for anything, or went crazy, would they still shoot this movie?
However, at the end, the male protagonist did not cry or go crazy. It is incredible to think about it.

Kissing a person 2 times in 113 days, and being rejected 113 times in a row. How strong a mental endurance does this require?

At least the foreigners present would never dare to look down on this Chinese boy again.

Darius Congee was also extremely tired. Although there were other photographers taking turns with him in camera movement, he was still exhausted after a whole night.

Darius Congee walked up to Wang Jiawei with a weary look on his face and pointed into the window: "Is this what you wanted to see?"

At the bar in the restaurant, his two protagonists, a man and a woman, sat on stools, staring at each other blankly.

Although there were four or five staff members around who were organizing props, cleaning the venue and preparing to finish work.

But these two people seemed to be in another independent space, unable to see or hear anything.

They seemed to be able to see only each other, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word.

Wang Jiawei was surprised and asked, "What happened to them?"

Darius Kangji shook his head and sighed: "King..."

Wang Jiawei hid his eyes behind his sunglasses, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "I don't understand what you mean. They seem to be just communicating their feelings with their eyes. Let's go back and rest. We should be able to finish shooting this scene tonight."

Chen Nuo sat at the bar, the emotions surging in his heart made him want to say something.

The result of kissing 113 times not only gave him an unprecedented sense of frustration, but also made him familiar with every detail of Emma Stone's lips and even her face.

He knew where the slight bumps on her lips were, and exactly how many freckles she had on her face and where they were located.

In the end, he seemed to be able to feel her heartbeat and emotions through the kiss.

Chen Nuo knew it was an illusion, but at this moment, from Emma Stone's eyes, he found that her feelings should be similar to his.

In this extremely short and intensive intimate contact, the two of them seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding, as if they had truly become lovers with a spiritual connection.

However, they haven't said a single word to each other until now.

Because Wang Jiawei didn't let him talk to her.

The remaining bit of rationality in Chen Nuo told him to go away, shut his mouth, go back to sleep, and let Wang Jiawei die.

So, he suddenly stood up and left.

Looking at his back, Emma Stone felt a magma-like heat flowing in her heart, burning her body. Her emerald green eyes were filled with tears without her realizing it.

On the way back to the hotel, she took out her cell phone and called her agent again. Today, the voice on the other end was quite energetic: "Hi, Emma, ​​how are you today?"

Emma Stone was in a very bad state. Although she just put her head on the bar and didn't say much, her voice was hoarse. It was as if she had had countless conversations with someone at any time.

She said, "Hi Sarah. I don't know how I feel. I feel great at the same time but terrible at the same time."

Sarah was surprised and asked, "Why? Oh my God, what's wrong with your voice? What happened?"

Emma Stone said incoherently: "I don't know what happened. Anyway, we shot a kissing scene for a whole night, me and Chen. This scene has not been passed... Until this morning, he kissed me 113 times in total. My God, I don't know, Sarah, I don't know if it's my illusion, but now, I, I find that I seem to be in love with him. And, I feel that he seems to love me, but...but this is impossible, right?"

"WTF..." Sarah cursed, and suddenly fell silent again. After a while, her voice returned to calm: "OK. Emma, ​​listen to me, I will come over to film with you tonight. Now you go back to the hotel obediently, take a hot bath, and then go to bed, okay?"

"Okay." Emma Stone said, "Sarah... do you think he really loves me? Or is it just my illusion? Is all this just... an act?"

Fuck you, WANG, you son of the bitch! Sarah cursed in her heart and said patiently, "It shouldn't be your illusion. I think he does love you, but it's limited to filming. You have to know the boundaries here. Think about what your acting teacher taught you in class. Don't get too into the role. Let reason control your emotions. Okay, Emma Stone, go back to sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up."

(End of this chapter)