The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1838 Heart Tear
She kept staring at him, at his deep blue eyes and handsome face, as if gazing into a black hole, unable to look away.

Sometimes, she saw her own reflection in him, her ugly and pathetic side, and also her vulnerable and soft side; other times, she saw the side she hated and loathed, the side she tried her best to get rid of and escape.

Scarlett felt her mouth was dry and swallowed.

It was unbearably bitter; with a hint of bloodiness hidden within.

Little by little, you slowly sink deeper, like quicksand, until you're completely trapped and can't escape before you even realize it.

All her tension, trepidation, and anxiety vanished, and even Emmanuel in front of her became completely invisible; she could only see him.

Her heart was tugged, and tugged again, gently pulled. Her heart, which she thought had healed, was torn apart again, and blood seeped out from the wounded and broken pieces once more.

She barely managed to hold onto the reins of reason to avoid losing control, but as she gazed at that face, a few genuine emotions still leaked out from between them.

He said he didn't want to talk about politics.

She said, "These are the only things you used to want to talk about."

The calmer the atmosphere, the more bitter the pain; the calmer the atmosphere, the more intense the struggle.

A simple sentence breaks through time and space, awakening past memories.

Theo raised his eyes to look at Julian, but his gaze stopped halfway up, as if he were staring at Julian's military boots and trouser legs. Following that corner, he gazed into the abyss of time, and the remnants of memories that had settled in the black hole surged up again, clearer than he had imagined.

"That was so many years ago. Seven years? Ten years? I'm doing quite well now."

Even so, Theo's hands busied themselves again, searching his pockets, turning over every single pocket inside and out of his trench coat. His gaze, which had been fixed on Julianne's knees, gradually lost focus, as if staring into empty space, an attempt to escape himself in this way.

Escaping Julianne is also escaping oneself.

Emmanuel was stunned and held his breath.

He was about to turn around, but his muscles instinctively stopped, and he came to a standstill, staring blankly at the dissipating gaze. In that short half-second, a quarter-second, it seemed to awaken all the deep wounds in his memory, leaving them bleeding profusely.

tear.

Emmanuel seemed to be able to hear the sound of the wound tearing open, and his heart clenched slightly as the overwhelming pain instantly cut off his breath.

Then, Emmanuel turned around again, continuing to maintain the difficult squatting posture, aiming at Julian with complete concentration and oblivious to everything else.

Sure enough, Julianne was also watching Theo.

Julianne was different. She didn't avoid or dodge the question. She looked straight at Theo, her eyes seemingly calm and composed, but behind her unspoken calmness, a hint of reluctance flashed by.

easy to understand.

But this poignant struggle intertwines with Theo's emptiness and desolation, sparking endless possibilities. Everything seems to pause, leaving one unable to resist curiosity—

In the end what happened?
Why did Theo and Julian separate? And why is their reunion like this? How do their choices and stances intertwine with the reality before them?

Originally, everyone thought Theo was the protagonist, and it was another savior story, but now, the relationship between Julianne and Theo has evolved into countless possibilities.

Involuntarily, I held my breath. The ski masks standing behind Julianne, at the far end of the camera, were completely forgotten; they were clearly there, but no one cared, and even their breathing disappeared.

Emmanuel was no exception. The camera lens keenly captured the barely perceptible expression on Scarlett's face. The ineffable emotions slowly dissipated in the air, and Emmanuel couldn't help but imagine what Anson's eyes and expression would look like at that moment.

call.

Julianne let out a barely perceptible breath, quietly concealing her inner turmoil, her eyes softening slightly. "Come on, Theo, let's go for a walk."

Finally, the ski mask snapped to attention and lunged forward, shouting to stop him, "I don't think this is a good idea!"

Julianne didn't turn her head, glanced at Theo one more time, and pushed open the door to leave. Her figure was no longer in sight, leaving only a cold voice in the air.

"bring it on."

A rush of cool, damp air swept over me, blowing away the stuffy heat inside the checkered wooden house. A small tornado raged between the narrow walls, and my thoughts were swept up in the storm.

Inside the checkered cabin, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Theo finally stood up and followed Julian out, while the ski masks hesitated for a moment before not stopping him.

Completely focused, Emmanuel kept his whole body tense, fully immersed in the moment, with the camera locked on Scarlett. Just as a hint of concealment and tenderness appeared in Scarlett's eyes, he quickly moved forward in a duck-like gait while still in a deep squat position, blocking the way before exiting through the door.

Humph.

Emmanuel let out a muffled groan, but he didn't forget that he was working at the moment. He swallowed the groan, his abdominal muscles stiffened, and a series of tingling sensations ran through his thighs, calves, and toes, as if an electric current was running through him. For a moment, he couldn't feel his lower body at all. It was as if he was walking on air, swaying and precarious. The whole world disappeared into a vacuum.

boom.

A supporting force came from behind, steadily pulling Emmanuel into its embrace—

Reinforcements have arrived!

The photography assistant was well-prepared and waited for Emmanuel in the correct position.

At this moment, Emmanuel was completely soaked, drenched in sweat from head to toe. His body lost all support, and his weight, pulled by gravity, fell into the arms of the photography assistant, crushing down with immense force.

Don't underestimate the power of that long take. Emmanuel relied entirely on the strength of his waist, abdomen, and thighs to maintain a squatting posture throughout, keeping his line of sight parallel to Theo's and a slightly upward gaze from Julianne. In this way, no matter who the camera focuses on, it can maintain Theo's height, subtly drawing the audience into the protagonist's perspective. On the surface, it may seem that Julianne steals the spotlight, but Theo is still the protagonist.

This is both a technical and a physically demanding job.

In Hollywood today, there are probably fewer than one cinematographer who could pull off this shot and capture the tension in the air so perfectly, and Emmanuel remains one of the best, truly showcasing his individual talent.

After finishing, even Emmanuel was almost exhausted, his entire lower body was stiff and numb, and he even lost consciousness for a while; fortunately, Emmanuel had prepared himself mentally in advance and arranged for four photography assistants to wait outside.

Seeing that one of the photography assistants couldn't hold on any longer, another photography assistant quickly stepped forward to help. The two of them shared the weight, which immediately eased the situation, and they were able to steadily support Emmanuel.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel's camera and his entire upper body remained perfectly still, smoothly and seamlessly transitioning from inside the checkered wooden house to the outside—

Because Emmanuel was ambitious, he wanted to use the entire shot to capture the tension and sparks between the two actors, showcasing the twists and turns of the plot.

(End of this chapter)