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Chapter 421 Gravity

The capital city, a magnificent and prosperous place.

Jet lag kept Liu Qianqian sprawled at home for two whole days.

This international superstar, who just amassed millions of fans in North America and was hailed by foreign media as the "Venus of the East," is currently wearing loose cotton pajamas, her hair casually tied back, nestled on the sofa like a salted fish that has lost its dreams.

In the living room, Dongdong was hugging an oval-shaped ball and rolling around on the sofa.

"Dad, you're lying." Dongdong, tired of rolling the ball, tossed it aside with a look of disgust. "This isn't Superman's weapon at all! It's not even round, how are you supposed to kick it? It just veers off course!"

Yu Le leaned back in his recliner, not even lifting his eyelids. "This is called a rugby ball. From America. You hold it with your hands, not kick it."

Dongdong pouted and muttered under her breath, "This is boring. My golden cudgel is much more useful."

He turned to look at Liu Qianqian, who was wearing a black cleansing mask and slippers as she walked out.

"Sis, did you see Superman?"

Liu Qianqian walked to the refrigerator and took out a carton of yogurt. "I didn't see it. But I saw a group of huge black men, bigger than Superman, who clashed together like two mountains fighting."

Dongdong shrank his neck and decisively gave up his longing for the beautiful country.

Dongdong shrank his neck, the image flashed in his mind, and he decisively gave up his longing for the beautiful country. He picked up the rugby ball, threw it into the toy basket, and obediently sat cross-legged on the carpet to watch cartoons.

After finishing the last sip of her yogurt, Liu Qianqian crushed the empty carton and precisely tossed it into the trash can.

She leaned back on the sofa, rubbing her calves with both hands.

Yu Le leaned back in the recliner, holding a thermos, her gaze fixed on Liu Qianqian.

My mind is racing with calculations.

The impact of this Super Bowl halftime show was immense, and Liu Qianqian's international fame and commercial value have been fully established. She has gained popularity, attracted attention, and achieved significant international influence.

The only thing she lacks now is a prestigious international trophy.

Yu Le stood up.

Place the thermos on the coffee table.

"You rest first, I'm going to the study to take care of some things."

Liu Qianqian nodded and continued massaging her legs.

The study was dimly lit.

Yu Le pulled out an ergonomic chair and sat down, casually lighting a stick of fine sandalwood incense. Wisps of smoke rose, their calming and soothing aroma filling the room.

I turned on my computer and created a new blank document.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds.

Then he quickly typed four words.

Gravity.

In Yu Le's previous life, this film was a milestone in the history of science fiction films.

It doesn't feature complex alien invasions or grand interstellar wars.

The film is 90 minutes long.

It's practically a one-woman show by the female lead, Ryan.

In the vast, boundless, and extremely cold space.

The space shuttle was destroyed after being hit by satellite debris.

A comrade was killed.

Isolated and helpless.

Oxygen is depleted.

This is more than just a visual spectacle.

It is also an extreme psychological battle about survival and self-redemption.

It places high demands on the actors' acting skills.

Despair, fear, hallucination, relief, rebirth.

All emotional shifts are conveyed through facial expressions and body language.

As long as the performance is brought to life.

Judges for major awards would line up to deliver trophies to your door.

The sound of typing echoed in the study.

Character design, plot outline...

Yu Le wrote extremely quickly; the images were as clear as if they were etched into his mind.

Half a day has passed.

The laser printer next to it hummed as it worked, spitting out a stack of A4 papers that still smelled of warm ink.

Yu Le picked up the script and walked out of the study.

In the living room, Dongdong was already asleep on the carpet, drool still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Qianqian was browsing Weibo on her tablet.

Yu Le walked over.

He threw the script on the coffee table.

"Take a look at this."

Liu Qianqian put down her tablet.

Pick up the script.

"Gravity?"

She turned to the first page.

My gaze swept over the character biographies and background settings at the beginning.

His brows gradually furrowed.

"A space disaster movie?" Liu Qianqian looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.

Few people in China are currently involved in this field.

Filming this kind of subject matter is extremely risky.

Yu Le pulled over a single sofa and sat down.

Yes. Space theme.

"Moreover, this is a one-man show."

Yu Le held up one finger, his voice low: "For 80% of the film, you're the only one on the big screen. There are no veteran actors to act alongside you, and no real-life locations to provide emotional references."

"You have to be alone, facing a green screen all around you, facing the air, and act out that feeling of despair and suffocation when you're about to die in space."

Liu Qianqian didn't speak, lowered her head, and continued to flip through the pages.

The script is concise, without any flowery language.

But the sense of oppression that permeates the words.

In particular, the part where the oxygen is about to run out, the protagonist hallucinates on the Soyuz spaceship, and prepares to give up on life.

Just looking at these black and white words made Liu Qianqian feel a tightness in her chest, as if she could feel that extreme loneliness that went deep into her bones and was abandoned by the entire universe.

"This film won't be easy to shoot." Yu Le crossed his hands on his knees, watching Liu Qianqian's increasingly serious expression, and gave her a heads-up in advance.

"To simulate weightlessness, you might have to hang on wires for months."

"Not the kind of wire work you see in martial arts movies where people fly around."

"It's a specially made twelve-axis robotic arm."

"You have to perform all sorts of tumbling and floating movements in a very small space."

"It might be very tiring."

Yu Le stared into her eyes: "So, are you going to answer or not?"

Although the script is very valuable, Yu Le will never force Liu Qianqian to refuse.

Liu Qianqian looked at the words on the script.

My fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the paper.

She knew Yu Le's taste.

The things my father brings out are never ordinary.

After a few seconds of silence.