Chapter 12: Definitely can win the Golden Horse Award

Heh, exchanged a big bed room with his life.

Couldn't sleep for a while, Chen Nuo got up to go to the toilet, lay on the bed, and let his thoughts roam boundlessly.

Indeed, the shooting this day was very hard, that kind of tiredness was something he hadn't experienced in his two lives combined, even chatting about life with three female friends at the same time wasn't this tired.

But... why did he feel a kind of inexplicable coolness?

Chen Nuo thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

Thinking and thinking, Chen Nuo entered the dreamland again unknowingly. When he woke up again, through the gap in the curtains, he saw the hazy morning light outside. Someone was talking outside the door, he could hear Zhang Yiyi's voice.

Chen Nuo rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, the gazes of Zhang Yiyi, Li Xiaotian, and two other people all cast towards him.

"Phew..." Zhang Yiyi let out a long breath, "Brother Nuo, if you don't wake up again, we really have to call 120."

The photographer uncle was also there, his voice was still loud early in the morning: "Director, I said early on Chen Nuo would be fine. Have you seen Dragon Ball, he is like Son Goku transforming into a Super Saiyan for the first time, after the explosion, there must be a weakness period, recover a bit and it will be fine."

Zhang Yiyi didn't pay attention to him, and said to Chen Nuo: "You know, you slept for nearly 30 hours this time. Today's shooting plan is ready, now are you okay, can you set off?"

Chen Nuo nodded and said: "Okay, give me five minutes."

The biggest benefit of shooting this play is that you don't need to spend 2 hours on makeup, but an hour later, when Chen Nuo stood on that hillside again, trying to find the feeling of the day before yesterday, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he was always missing something, just like the air he breathed was missing a mouthful of vital oxygen.

He now needed to shoot a heavy scene.

Yaba dug for five years, this day, he finally dug out the house in his heart.

And what Chen Nuo needed to perform was the emotion of Yaba at this moment.

"Cut! Chen Nuo, come over here."

After Zhang Yiyi shouted "cut" twice, he called Chen Nuo to his side, frowned and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Nuo didn't know how to explain, could only say: "A bit no feeling."

Zhang Yiyi sighed and said: "Do you feel that shooting today is not as feeling as that day?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know what feeling I had looking at you that day?"

"What feeling?"

"Miracle."

"……"

"Don't think I'm kidding you, you were digging a hole there at that time, I seemed to be watching Tony Leung in Days of Being Wild, Stephen Chow in A Chinese Odyssey, don't forget, this is still your first movie, if this isn't a miracle, what is? But, at the same time, you have to know, even if it's Tony Leung or Stephen Chow, it's impossible to keep at the peak state in every play. It's normal for an actor's state to fluctuate. But this doesn't mean you have regressed, know that?"

Chen Nuo was silent for a while, then nodded.

Zhang Yiyi patted Chen Nuo's shoulder: "Remember, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Many old drama bones who have acted for a lifetime say that acting is an art, and also an exploration, explored for a lifetime, and can't find where the end is. Actually, your performance that day has already proven your potential. Now, what you need to do is continue to explore, in that unknown exploration, go find the direction that can make you excited again. Don't rush, take it slow."

"Got it."

"OK, then do it again." Chen Nuo returned to the shooting scene, adjusted his state. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, let himself relax, returned to the painting itself, instead of recalling the self who was painting.

With the lens opening again,

Yaba is back.

He hunched his waist, trembling hands, stood on the hillside, looking up at a face stained yellow with mud, with two tear marks hanging, he clenched his fists tightly, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Makes people can't help but wonder, what is he doing?

He is a mute, too ridiculous, is it possible he still wants to call out?

But Yaba didn't seem to give up, his neck turned red, squeezing bit by bit from his throat, just like squeezing a parasite that had grown for many years in his body.

Heh heh heh heh.

Uh uh uh uh.

Ah ah ah ah!

Finally, a roar like thunder rushed out of his throat.

The cage of twenty years was broken through.

Yaba started to roar at the sky, veins bulging, face ferocious.

It turned out Yaba wasn't a mute, just people called him a mute, so he could only be a mute.

So he never used sign language, so he could hear every word Xiaozhu said.

At this moment, Yaba was finally no longer a mute, he issued his own roar, towards the pitch-black sky and the dead-like earth.

The suppression and pain of twenty years seemed to be in this roar.

Zhang Yiyi looked at the monitor, patted his thigh hard, and shouted: "Good! Cut!"

He stood up and shouted: "This is the feeling, Chen Nuo, you remember this feeling, one day you will definitely be able to win the Golden Horse Award!"

……

……

On the day of killing, it rained in the county.

Li Xiaotian just announced the killing, and a few drops of water suddenly fell from the sky. Following closely, a torrential rain poured down with a crackle.

The photographer uncle ran wildly with the camera, and after escaping to the medium-sized bus, said: "Director, too magical, shot for more than half a month, not a drop of rain, as a result, it rained as soon as it killed. Feel God is helping us. When the movie production list comes out, don't get my name wrong, Xu Jun, is the Xu of Wu Zixu, not Xu. Photography director, don't write photographer."

"Brother Xu, how could I get your name wrong, rest assured, definitely let you be the director." Zhang Yiyi promised.

He was also a bit scared. The torrential rain pouring from the window hit the car window with a bang, just like a machine gun shooting at them. The bean-sized rain blurred everything in front of him. Looking out from the car, everything outside was white, couldn't see anything.

"Let's wait here for a while, the rain is too big, better not drive on the mountain road." The driver turned his head and said.

"Yes yes yes, this rain is really too scary, let's go when it's smaller." Li Xiaotian also had lingering fears, turned his head to the photographer uncle and said: "Brother Xu, you are right, we are really blessed by God, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence."

"There is a saying that when the time comes, heaven and earth all exert force, when the luck goes, the hero is not free, we should be prosperous now, good luck. Director Zhang, my name is He Yang, the He of congratulations, the Yang of poplar, lighting and art director, don't get my name wrong either." A man in his 30s interjected.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 13 =====