After being slag, I became popular in the entertainment industry

Under Chen Zhiwen's lens, the movie continued to be shot in an orderly manner.

CITY WITHOUT MAN - Act Three -

Faintly feeling a little uneasy, the male lead, York, looked at his busy wife packing up breakfast, with a peaceful smile on his face, and finally paused, sighed, and put the inexplicable thoughts out of his mind lined up among them.

The little girl next to her was urging her to go to school over and over again. York gulped down the last piece of bread, picked up the girl with one hand, and put her in the car.

——I must have thought too much...

——Maybe it's because the work pressure during this period is too great...has hallucinations?Or intermittent memory loss?There seems to be such a disease in psychopathology...

The hero, York, was thinking wildly in his mind.

What he didn't notice was that with this "awakening", his consciousness was much clearer than before.

The car horn beeped, and as usual, the car stopped when it was approaching the kindergarten.

The youngest daughter, Darling, kissed him suddenly on the cheek, and a sweet smile appeared on his soft face, "Goodbye, Dad!"

He looked at his daughter's back foolishly and waved his hand.

"Ms. Kelly!"

And when the teacher in the kindergarten went out to greet the little girl, York's hands paused.

For some reason, at this moment, he felt that his thoughts were extremely clear.

- Kelly...

The name that he had never noticed before split his brain like lightning.

He even felt that the female teacher looked familiar.

Suddenly, York, who was sitting in the car, shuddered all over.

He finally understood why he thought that person looked familiar...

Because his middle school teacher... because his middle school teacher was also named Kelly.

The slightly curly blond hair and the curvature of the eyebrows are almost exactly the same as the teacher who came out to pick up his daughter from kindergarten, like a clone who is impeccable.

--Is this a coincidence……?Or was his memory wrong again?

At this moment, York inadvertently saw his somewhat frightened face in the rearview mirror of the car window.

How much he wanted to rush out to question the woman, but he received a call from his boss and found that the time was almost on the verge of being late.

The hero, York, took a deep breath.

Reason told him that there is a high probability that he had misremembered. The youngest daughter has also attended this kindergarten for three years. They get along well with each other. Their life is very peaceful. purpose to approach them.

——Probably because I thought too much.

He comforted himself so much.

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CITY WITHOUT MAN - Act VI -

The boring past of mechanical life day after day.

After the busy work that night, the male protagonist York inadvertently asked his little daughter at the dinner table if there was anyone named Kelly among his teachers.

The little girl raised her eyes naively, her big bright eyes shone with doubt, as always, she looked like she was acting like a baby in his arms.

"No, Dad, there has never been such a teacher in kindergarten... Did you hear something wrong?"

Looking at her light-colored pupils, the male protagonist York breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his little daughter's head directly, and smiled, "It's okay, I must have heard wrong."

But when he turned his head and put the coat back on the hat rack, the moment he turned around, he missed the girl's cold expression for a moment.

The close-up of the camera is on the girl's face——

The little girl tilted her head, and there was a frightening emotion in her dark eyes.

In an instant, what appeared from those soft lips was an extremely mechanical voice.

"The participant this time, did he know it, or didn't he know it?"

"Did he remember it, or didn't he remember it?"

The little girl repeated herself talking to herself again and again, as if it was the vibrating voice of some kind of insect.

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CITY OF NO OWN - SCENE VIII -

When the youngest daughter went to school, although he was relieved, the male protagonist York still paid attention to the dynamics of the kindergarten gate.

Every day, he could see different teachers, sometimes it was a girl with brown hair, sometimes it was a woman with older nerves and a rather rigid look, but the face of the junior high school teacher in his memory did not appear.

York breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his temples, and chuckled, feeling that he was thinking too much.

What he didn't notice was that after he left, those female teachers and the children sent by their parents all watched his leaving figure coldly through the glass window on the second floor...

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CITY OF NO MAN - Act 12 -

"Here it comes again, it comes again...Damn it!"

When he woke up again, York sat at his desk, looking at the warm hot chocolate in front of him.

He scratched his hair in pain, and a look of deep fear flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that the disease of indirect mental amnesia would be relieved by eliminating the misunderstanding of the kindergarten teacher that day, but what he didn't expect was that the condition was gradually getting worse.

The time of his unconsciousness became more and more frequent. At the beginning, it was only once a week. Now, it was almost once every two days, and the interval was getting tighter and tighter.

He also felt that he was thinking too much at first, but when he dreamed back in the middle of the night countless times, he asked his wife if he passed out the night before, and his wife looked at him with puzzled eyes and denied it. answer.

--What exactly is going on?

His spirit was highly concentrated, and by accident, when finishing this project, an idea suddenly popped up in York's mind.

A thought that never came to mind.

"No, Dad, there has never been a teacher Kelly in the kindergarten."

The youngest daughter's clear and tender voice seemed to ring in his mind.

Pursing his lips, he hacked into the official website data of the kindergarten and his junior high school, wanting to find out the teacher's relevant information.

On the unloaded page, he saw the name Kelly... and the face that exactly matched his memory.

York's eyes widened in disbelief, and just as he was about to click in... the switches outside the office suddenly jumped, and the screen suddenly turned black!

Suddenly, York felt a strong sense of crisis, and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead.

He tried to turn on the screen, but a string of text with a white background slowly appeared on the black screen of the computer...

As if carrying some kind of special tribute.

"Congratulations, Mr. York, you have struggled to escape from the prison of consciousness, and you have the opportunity to touch the world buried under the iceberg... the huge sea surface."

"However, the truth is sometimes extremely cruel. Are you willing to open Pandora's box?"

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"cut—"

The curtain of this scene ended very satisfactorily, Chen Zhiwen shouted in satisfaction.

At the same time, Chen Zhiwen handed over the shot to Michelle's team.

In order to add more sci-fi color to this movie, all the buildings will be slightly modified on the basis of the entire Licheng, so that the picture quality will have clearer and weird streamlines, showing the alienation that is separated from reality. shape of the space.

This work and procedure are carried out simultaneously.

It took a whole morning to record this series of long shots. Hubert sat beside him and took a sip of water.

His camera sense seems to be inherently excellent, even though he has not been in contact with acting for nearly ten years, when he picked it up again, when the pair of light blue pupils were enlarged on the screen, The frightened emotions are vivid on the paper, appearing extremely vivid.

And the sense of vicissitudes of life in him that has been in prison is quite similar to the atmosphere of the hero York's struggle and ups and downs.

Hubert lowered his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the emotion of the movie scene just now.

The long seaweed curly hair covered his pupils, making it hard to see what he was thinking. His pale and thin cheeks were dripping with sweat. Obviously, Hubert hadn't recovered from the fear of the male protagonist York. out of it.

Chen Zhiwen walked to his side.

The scene selection for this set was in a computer room, which was different from the horrible and dark atmosphere that was maintained just now. After the movie ended, the bright lights came on, and countless staff were busy, diluting the gloomy Emotions.

When he saw Chen Zhiwen sitting down beside him, Hubert frowned slightly, and asked aloud, "What are you doing here?"

Chen Zhiwen smiled jokingly, raised his eyebrows, looked appreciatively at the curly long hair and charming side face of the other party, and handed him a cup of hot tea.

"I'm afraid you're too involved in the drama, so I want to help you adjust it." Chen Zhiwen raised his brows and said so.

The cool palm was warmed up by the heat from the teacup, as if the heart had been properly ironed.

"……thanks."

Hubert lowered his brows and eyes, and took a sip lightly, the bitter and sweet taste filled his taste buds.

He heard Chen Zhiwen say lightly, "Hubert, you don't have to work so hard."

"It's very likely that you will hurt your own body."

When he turned his head, he looked at Chen Zhiwen's peach blossom eyes that seemed to be blessed by God.

To be stared at by those beautiful eyes in reality is more touching than seeing the appearance inadvertently during the live broadcast of the Oscars ceremony.

Chen Zhiwen obviously saw that Hubert's performance was very good, even so good that it was abnormal.

Normal actors have to go through a process when they enter the play, but Hubert seems to have squeezed his own spirit forcibly. Too much devotion to the fall may cause his mental state to become abnormal, and he may even leave after the play. not come out.

This is a very dangerous thing.

Hubert took a deep look at Chen Zhiwen, and didn't speak for a long time, until an assistant helped him touch up his makeup and covered his wet face with a powder puff, then he spoke slowly Said.

"Chen, you haven't experienced it, you won't understand..."

His voice, which always seemed melancholy and decadent, was like pulling away a silent rain curtain.

"Living on the street, with a body that was dragged down by smoking... walking around the street in a daze is like a walking, corpse, walking, meat, and my heart is like a person who can say such deceptive words. Evil ghost, after you have stolen once, the cold prison can't hold you, so you just want to commit another crime..."

As if he was addicted to something, suddenly, Hubert's fingers trembled slightly, and he took out a roll of cigarettes made of paper from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing.

During the filming of "City Without Owner", his pressure was even greater than that of Chen Zhiwen.

And when he saw this perfect and excellent script, his anxiety even reached its peak. He was afraid that he would not be able to play this role well, and that he would not be able to interpret the scene that was controlled by a higher-dimensional creature, like a shooting scene. Playing like a drama. A sad man who plays with his life...

If "City Without Owner" fails, the media will at most just step on it and say that Chen Zhiwen is lying. Maybe this excellent director will slow down his pace of entering science fiction films in the future, but for Hubert In other words, it is a deeper blow.

——He will fall into a deeper hell.

Withdrawing his thoughts slowly, Hubert paused, looking at Chen Zhiwen with those light blue pupils.

The emotions in there make it almost impossible to say anything harsh.

"I don't deliberately want to spend my life fighting for something... I just don't want to go back to my old life."

——Seeing the light, I don’t want to fall into the quagmire again.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Hubert: a serious confession

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