Superstar

Truman only heard the turbulent wind blowing over. He turned his head reflexively and saw that a bus was about to stop in front of him. The hot glass was less than a punch from his face. This made Truman's pupils suddenly widened, and he looked nervously at the bus in front of him.

Truman breathed low, raised his head to look at the bus in front of him, and a crazy thought came into his mind: if he is really being watched, if everyone around him is watching him, if the whole world is based on him For the center... Then, if he takes the initiative to create chaos, what will happen?

It's like, it's as if the earth is suddenly unrevolving.

So, Truman suddenly raised his left hand and blocked the bus in front of him, as if he could rely on his "superpowers" to block the bus from the air wall. He frowned slightly and stared at the bus closely. The driver tried to make him confused; but the driver hidden in the shadows made it impossible to see clearly. This made Chu Men's brows move slightly closer to the center, but his eyes became firmer and he burst into resoluteness. Resolutely determined to read the full text of the Three Kingdoms.

Truman suddenly turned his head and looked to his right hand. A navy blue car drove towards him, but Truman greeted him without fear, raised his right hand holding the briefcase, and let that The car driver had to step on the brakes quickly at the last moment, the tires delayed a series of white smoke behind, and even stopped the car behind, and the whole street became chaotic in an instant.

But the strangest thing is that no one came down to reprimand Chumen. Everyone just watched Trumen quietly, and it seemed that they would not be angry at all because of his rude behavior. This made Truman couldn't help stretching his hands flat, turning slowly in a circle, suppressing everyone on the scene with his eyes, his footsteps moved slowly, seemingly worried that any small move of himself would break. That kind of balance is average.

At this moment, Truman is like a fox walking slowly on the ice. Every small step must stop, straighten his ears to investigate the surrounding situation carefully, and listen carefully to see if the ice will appear. The tiny cracks, lest one accidentally suffer a disaster, as if only a slight change, it will quickly escape from this piece of ice.

Looking at such a Truman, all the staff on the scene felt sad, the unspeakable sorrow and bitterness leaped gently on the tip of the tongue, and even the eyes could not help but turn red. This is just the simplest scene, far from reaching the moment of emotional outburst, but that kind of turbulent emotions are coming.

Alex couldn't help turning his head too far. He couldn't bear to see Truman being hurt again, because he knew what the story was next in the script. It was not the situation he wanted to see. He thought of Ma Long and Truman next. Alex feels even more cruel to the dialogue between the two-but the problem is that Alex has to watch it again, because he has to observe Hugo’s performance and find his own from Hugo’s performance method. So Alex turned his head again and looked at the square.

Step by step, Truman walked to the side of the street, maintaining the balance of the scene as much as possible. At this moment, it seemed that the whole town was still, and only Truman was walking. When he walked to the side of the street, Truman was like a fox smelling danger, exploding at a rocket-like speed, and quickly escaped from the tranquility or chaos-escaping from the ubiquitous surveillance, and ran a few steps in a panic. But then he stopped abruptly, then turned around and changed directions, ran wildly, and fled into a building next to him.

The hurried back was embarrassed and looked so fragile.

The scene was completely silent, and no one spoke at all. To be more precise, the emotions in almost everyone's heart were surging. The reality of Hugo in the scene just now is so wonderful. There is no line, no extra sound, just relying on his own physical movements, Hugo has overcome Trumen’s confusion, confusion, fear, worry and fragility. Show it vividly, even if it's just a figure from the back, it's enough to make people move.

Peter cried out "Ka" dullly, and he realized that his voice was a little hoarse after he made the sound. Even Peter, who knows the script well, has to admit that the scene just now was the most exciting moment in the week since filming started. In this one-man show, Hugo has brought his inner excitement and surging to the extreme, and silence is better than the highest state of sound. Delicately show the changes and struggles in Chumen's heart, this is the real master acting style!

"Master of Acting", even Peter did not notice, he has pushed Hugo to such a height.

After a short adjustment, I took a few shots from different angles again to complete the filming of this scene, and then I went into the shooting of the next scene.

Truman opened the glass door and entered the building. He took two big breaths, then closed his mouth tightly, trying to calm himself down, as if it was his intention to come here. But he quietly looked at the shaking pupils of the surrounding situation with his gaze, but it leaked his inner panic-because he didn't know what he should do, he wanted to create chaos, but he couldn't get started.

Truman's eyes met the front desk staff. He dodged his gaze in a panic, pretending to step forward calmly, as if he was just a normal staff here.

Chumen quickly walked towards the elevator, and then saw that two people were already standing in the elevator. He squeezed out a smile and motioned to the other party to wait. The pace was a little faster, but he saw the people in the elevator. The two strangers had panic expressions on their faces, their pupils flashed quickly, and even their facial expressions were completely stiff. They didn't react at all. They just watched the elevator door closed and read the full text of the Beauty Covenant.

Truman noticed the abnormality, but he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the specific details. He only knew that all of this was wrong. Truman rushed to the door at the last moment before the elevator door closed, but still facing the cold iron door, he quickly pressed the elevator's upstairs button, but he was still helpless.

The front desk staff noticed the strangeness of Chu Men, which made Chu Men forcefully suppress his panic, walked to the elevator entrance next door, and quickly pressed the elevator button repeatedly, trying to make the waiting elevator next to him open quickly. At this time, the front desk staff walked over quickly, showing a polite smile, "May I help you?" Although he seemed a little caught off guard, the flustered Truman didn't notice this.

"Yes, I have an appointment with Keppel Company." Truman said in an anxious manner, but his voice was faintly trembling, because he could feel that the restless atmosphere of restlessness was becoming more and more. The turbulent, like a room full of gasoline, only needs a little spark to ignite. But Truman didn't know how to polish the match in his hand, so he could only push forward like a stubborn bull.

The front desk staff opened his mouth, but didn't know how to respond, because he didn't even know whether there was a "Kebo Company" in this building. "This is impossible!" He subconsciously said firmly, but the elevator door When it was opened.

Behind the elevator door is the studio-there is a buffet table in front of you, and there is breakfast on it. Several staff members are standing at the table chatting and eating breakfast. The two people who have just entered the elevator next door are also among them. I found Chu Men standing at the elevator entrance and hurriedly avoided, but there were still a few people who didn't have time to react and stood in place by surprise.

After answering the questions from the front desk staff, Truman rushed forward into the elevator and tried to get rid of the staff, but he took a step forward and saw what was in front of him-so normal but so strange. In one scene, this caused Truman's brain to crash: Why is there a group of people eating breakfast behind the elevator?

His footsteps stopped directly in the elevator, motionless, his pupils slowly enlarged because of being too surprised, the turbulent astonishment almost made Truman's eyes lose their focus, and the helplessness and fragility turned up and down in an instant, as if In those amber eyes, you can clearly see the process of the whole world falling apart, like a grand symphony performance.

The staff in front of the breakfast table were all scattered and fled, but the staff next to them finally reacted and slowly pulled the "elevator wall" over, turning the open elevator space into a small enclosed space again. Box.

But Truman’s pupils began to dizzy. He couldn’t believe it, and said, "What happened?" The front desk staff grabbed his arms and pulled them out, but he simply forgot to struggle and just watched it. In an unbelievable scene, reluctantly looked at the elevator door that had been closed again, trying to find out something from the cold metal door.

"Nothing!" The front desk staff roughly pulled Truman forward ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ until they reached the door, and then Truman recovered, struggling to raise his voice and said, "What happened?"

"Please leave, we are renovating!"

"No, none of you!" Truman retorted firmly. He began to try to put his weight back and refused to leave here, "Who are these people?"

"none of your business!"

"You tell me what happened!" Truman's emotions were getting out of track, struggling hard, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the two staff members at all, and was sent directly outside the gate, "If you don't say... …" Truman began to roar, the angry and unyielding voice exploded, "I'm going to call the police!"

But Truman was thrown out of the door like this, without any suspense. Standing outside the door, Chu Men raised his foot annoyedly and wanted to kick the pillar, but after thinking about it, he put his foot down, standing on the spot with a gloomy and irritable face, and his face was full of unwillingness, as if he was being caught. Like the child whose parents abandoned at the train station, his chest was violently ups and downs. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. When he raised his head, he saw the staff standing on the stairs at the door repairing the electricity. Truman raised his briefcase and gave it to the staff. He clicked on his hips, and then fled quickly as if he had finished the prank, and dived into the sunlight.