The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2066 Clearing the Mind
So, what exactly happened in the first scene?

Ray and Ken arrived in Bruges for a vacation, but it turned out to be a very different vacation than Ray had imagined, and he was quite disappointed.

There was no sunshine, no ocean, no cocktails, and no beach chairs.

To make matters worse, Bruges is a cultural city, full of historical buildings and religious relics, which is very attractive to Ken; unfortunately, it is a boring book for Ray, and being with Ken every day is a cruel ordeal.

Where's the party? Where's the entertainment? Where's the bar?
He couldn't even find a bowling alley!
Ray kept complaining and grumbling. After nightfall, he couldn't find any fun. He had to use some tricks to get Ken out of the hotel and wander around the city streets to see if he could discover the vibrant nightlife. And he actually did!
In the city center, Ray encountered a film crew shooting a movie, and one of the girls working on the crew caught his eye—

My eyes lit up immediately.

Having dates and entertainment completely changes my mood.

The first scene being filmed is the next morning, where Ray tries to convince Ken that he has a date that evening; but for the rule-abiding Ken, this is clearly a bad idea.

So the two of them started haggling.

Originally, this was a very simple scene, but Martin chose it as the starting point for filming because it showcased the personalities and charm of the two characters. The sparks that flew between them were exactly Martin's vision for the film; he hoped to establish the tone of the entire movie through this scene.

However... now it seems that the idea was correct, but if the creative team does not have a clear idea about how to show the "tone", then rashly trying to grasp the tone in the first scene will definitely be asking for trouble.

So, what exactly is Lei's mindset at this moment?
Although Anson attempts to use performance acting to portray the character's expressions and movements, he still prefers to use method acting to build and immerse himself in the role.

He was overjoyed, finally finding something to look forward to in the utterly boring Bruges, but he had to consider Ken's feelings; he had to find a way to persuade Ken. The problem was, Ken was smarter than him, so how could he convince Ken? Or should he continue with what he did last night?
That feeling, that state of mind...

Anson had been trying to figure it out.

but now?
After returning from the wind, Anson prepared to completely relax and enjoy the performance, just like... a "hangover".

When filming "The Hangover," he had to play a rational, calm, and dashing character; even in comedy, he couldn't completely let loose.

The current "No Vacation" is an opportunity; he's ready to break free of some burdens and frameworks, so—

Why not be bolder?
The entire crew was in chaos. No one, including Brendan, could get back on track. At this moment, someone needed to step up. Whoever it was, as long as someone could get into the zone, the atmosphere of the whole team could be changed instantly.

Anson wasn't sure if he could turn the tide, after all, he himself wasn't confident, but Anson was prepared to give it a try, since the crew was already in chaos and it couldn't get any worse.

Trying anything, even a seemingly hopeless situation, might yield unexpected surprises.

"Ready?"

The script supervisor swallowed almost imperceptibly, trying to pull himself together, silently telling himself he should be prepared for at least eighty takes.

It's only the 36th time now, not even halfway through the journey. You can relax and continue to enjoy the time you've spent tormenting the whole crew together.

"...Action!"

Lei has made his appearance.

She tiptoed slightly, as if her heels were on springs, and her body bounced gently up and down, almost humming a little tune as she hopped and skipped.

Clearly, he was in a bright mood, and the joy and happiness emanating from him were palpable without him needing to say a word.

This is completely different from yesterday.

A white T-shirt paired with a Hawaiian shirt, featuring a blue base and vibrant red hibiscus blossoms, stands out effortlessly from the black, white, and gray of winter, like a surging heatwave. The shirt hem flutters lightly with every movement. Light steps, a swirling hem—it's like a summery reggae tune automatically playing in your head.

I walked down from the second floor and gracefully entered the first-floor living room, where I was greeted by the hotel owner, who was heavily pregnant and had a big smile on her face.

"Good morning."

Lei's smile also blossomed, and he even bowed slightly in greeting.

The narrow path was not wide enough for two people to walk side by side. Lei stepped back half a step to make way for the proprietress to pass first. He maintained a slightly bowed posture, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, and awkwardly struck a knight's pose, while his left hand was raised high like Astro Boy's.

Welcome, boss lady.

As a result, his left hand swung backward, hitting the wall, and his cheeks puffed out instantly, like a frog's—

I couldn't help but laugh!

The proprietress didn't notice at all and got through smoothly.

At this moment, Lei straightened up again and kept swinging his body from side to side, as if this action could shake off the pain.

Then, my body inexplicably began to sway and rock back and forth in a small arc, like... a duck.

Martin: ? ? ?
Why did I start limping when I hit my left hand?
The key point is that the movements are very subtle and delicate, making them difficult to detect and leaving no time to think. That subtle sense of absurdity is overwhelming.

It has a Buster Keaton-esque physical comedy feel to it.

Moreover, before Martin could react, Ray in the shot had already returned to normal.

No, it wasn't normal either. She took a barely perceptible deep breath, slumped her head and shoulders, as if she were hiding her joy and trying to return to yesterday's state. She secretly glanced at Ken's expression out of the corner of her eye, and then sat down obediently opposite Ken.

Adjust your sitting posture once.

I adjusted my sitting posture twice.

I adjusted the seat three times.

He's like a flea, never still, constantly touching his ears, his hair, adjusting his glasses—

Yes, glasses!

At this moment, Lei was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, not the fashionable kind, but the kind worn by bookworms who were ostracized and bullied at school, making him look honest and simple.

Coupled with those innocent puppy eyes, it exudes a pitiful feeling from head to toe.

But those eyes kept secretly observing Ken across from them, as if they were plotting something.

Hyperactive children who can't stay still at all exude a kind of innocent cleverness, yet they are also a little clumsy and somewhat adorable.

A little too much and it looks greasy and childish; a little too little and it looks pretentious. Just the right amount, not too much and not too little, easily grabs everyone's attention.

The entire crew standing behind the camera held their breath instantly, shutting off all thoughts for fear of ruining the scene before them.

(End of this chapter)