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

Chapter 104 Oscar-worthy scenes
New York time, 2006 p.m., January 1, 7, in a restaurant somewhere in New York.

“Blueberry Nights, Scene 1, Take 114.”

This scene had been filmed countless times, and he was exhausted physically and mentally, so she probably couldn't be much more relaxed. But she still pressed her freckled face against the cold bar counter of the cafe, waiting for his kiss obediently.

Chen Nuo felt like laughing, but he didn't know where the smile came from.

It may be a mockery of oneself, a ridicule of the girl, or a bitter smile at life.

His mind was blank at this time, he was thinking about almost nothing, but the emotions in his heart rolled over like waves.

At this moment, the softest string in his heart was touched.

Perhaps it was because their hearts were getting closer and closer with each kiss. Perhaps he saw love and trust in her actions. Or perhaps it was because in last night's dream, when he saw her pretty face covered with cream, an irresistible impulse surged like a tide at that moment, but it ended when he woke up from the dream.

Then make up for this kiss in reality.

He moved closer firmly, and the cream on her mouth was rolled up by his lips. But he still did not leave, his lips stayed there.

He sniffed her breath, feeling her taste, her temperature, her lips and teeth.

What is love?

It always comes unexpectedly.

"Card."

Everyone on the scene was ready to do it again.

The makeup artist went into the cafe, the stage manager erased the original writing on the clapperboard, and the lighting and sound engineers were busy confirming the equipment.

Wang Jiawei sat in the director's chair, folding his arms and watching, motionless. Only the white mist from his mouth showed that the man in sunglasses was a living being and not a dummy.

In this shot, Darius Konji didn't shoot from the side. He wanted a straight face of Chen Nuo, with just a little bit of Emma Stone's back of the head.

Every expression of Chen Nuo is clearly visible in the camera, under the dim light, and in the intersection of black and white light and shadow.

Wang Jiawei put his hand down.

Two days later, he finally did it.

"Pass." Wang Jiawei said.

Everyone was stunned and turned their eyes over.

The whole scene seemed to be frozen.

What did the director just say?

Seems like it’s over?

A minute later, Chen Nuo, Emma Stone, Darius Congee and all the other staff gathered around the monitor at Wang Jiawei's call.

"Come, all of you, come and look at this."

Emma Stone stood opposite the monitor and watched this more than ten seconds long shot.

In the close up of the camera is the back of a black-haired girl's head. The Chinese boy is sitting quietly next to the bar, glancing towards the camera with his peripheral vision. His eyes move very slowly, as if they are slowly climbing up to the girl's face, and then they stop moving.

He stared at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment, like a smile that had not yet taken shape. The smile was so complicated that Emma Stone didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

Wang Jiawei defines this smile in four words: sad and heartbreaking.

Next, in the camera, Chen Nuo's brows suddenly relaxed, his shoulders slumped, and even his eyelids drooped, as if he was falling asleep in the last second. He looked so relaxed and relaxed, as if he had let down all his guard and defenses.

If everyone is a book, then at this moment, Chen Nuo's book has been completely spread out in front of the camera.

He looked at her, his eyes were as gentle as a wisp of gauze, and as mellow as a pot of wine. He lowered his head and kissed her heavily.

So smooth and natural, yet so heavy, a kiss that seals love.

A few seconds later.

The camera paused. In fact, you couldn't see the kiss at all, nor could you see whether or how their lips touched, but everyone who saw this shot would bet everything on him kissing her deeply.

Because this man must be deeply in love.

His eyes, his brows, all the micro-expressions on his face, are telling that he is deeply in love with the girl in front of him. This fact is truer than real gold.

Suddenly, someone was clapping.

It was Darius Congee.

His graying hair was messed up by the wind, and he put on a carefree expression and clapped his hands loudly. Facing everyone's gaze, he shrugged and said, "I am clapping for myself. Just based on this shot, I deserve an Oscar nomination."

Wang Jiawei laughed, and many people laughed.

Who said no?
Qi Yuntian was originally standing outside the crowd, looking inside, and laughing along with everyone else.

At this time, a middle-aged woman with red hair came over from the other end of the crowd and whispered to him, "Do you have time? I want to talk to you."

Qi Yuntian knew that this was Sarah, the agent of the heroine Emma Stone.

The two walked aside, and Sarah lit a lady's cigarette and asked, "Do you know what the director is doing? He wants them to make it real."

Qi Yuntian said: "...what do you want to say?"

Sarah suddenly realized, "So you know. Okay, then I want to make a deal with you."

"What agreement?"

"No matter what happens afterwards, their relationship is limited to this one movie. From now on, you take care of your employer and I take care of mine. Don't let this episode ruin their respective futures."

Qi Yuntian didn't hesitate for a second: "No problem."

……

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After 113 kisses, the story of the movie still has to start from the beginning.

New York is a metropolis, where people part every day. Just like every can of sardines has an expiration date, so does every love.

Jeremy works at the restaurant every night. He is responsible for answering the phone, taking orders, serving dishes, and locking the door.

He never remembers the names of his customers, he only remembers what each person ordered.

In the noisy restaurant at night, Chen Nuo held the phone between his neck and opened the wine bottle while talking, busy like a worker bee: "Hello, what? Sorry, I don't know the name... Hey, we have hundreds of guests here every night, I can't remember them all. Or, tell me, what does he like to eat... Meat pie? What kind of meat pie... Meat pie can be served with many kinds of vegetables, such as cucumbers, mashed potatoes, French fries and onion rings..."

At this time, no one knew what the other party said. Chen Nuo laughed dumbly. He said cheerfully: "Okay, how about this, you give me your phone number, and I will call you when I see Mr. Meat Pie, OK?"

Darius Conge was outside the restaurant with a camera. The lens was filming Chen Nuo's upper body through the glass wall with advertising slogans on it. The lens swayed slightly along with his movements, making him look like a fake doll in a window display.

The call ended, and Chen Nuo wrote down the girl's phone number, but he didn't take it seriously. Mr. Meat Patty? More than 30 people ordered meat patties every night, so how would he know which Mr. Meat Patty it was?

"Cut, keep it." Wang Jiawei said into the intercom, "Try it again."

In fact, this one take was good enough, but Wang Jiawei thought he should do one more, and at the same time he reminded himself that he must only do this one take. After two days of torture of more than 100 kissing scenes, Chen Nuo was now infinitely close to the state he wanted.

This is definitely one of the most talented actors he has seen in the past decade.

In addition, there may also be Zhang Zhen.

But with Zhang Zhen's looks and temperament, he definitely couldn't act out the feeling of being an ordinary person like he does now.

For Wang Jiawei, this feeling of being a commoner is so precious. He has been shooting such dramas and such people all his life. What he loves most is this feeling of being vulgar but not ordinary.

After the second take, Wang Jiawei suppressed his urge to do it again.

Because next is the first scene between the male and female protagonists.

He had a feeling that he would be delayed here for a long time today.

(End of this chapter)