Chapter 13: Acting face

Zhou Yuhe said that he had read "Information" three times, but he was actually lying.
In fact, including "Intelligence 2", he has watched it dozens of times.
Ji Chen was less than 30 years old, and he entered the I.S board of directors when his popularity was at its peak. Since then, he has never made any movies or TV series.
All the traces of him on the screen have been carefully collected by Zhou Yuhe. Every move and smile of the other party are all his spiritual comfort when he can't meet because of his busy schedule.
"Information" is the work he has seen the most times.
Not only because of Ji Chen's outstanding acting skills, but also because it is indeed a good film.
In the eyes of other actors, "Intelligence", which has many characters and complex plot, is a difficult bone to chew, but Zhou Yuhe's understanding of "Intelligence" has deepened into his bones. As long as he calls CUT, he can immediately perform any of them perfectly. Characters, including Ichiro Watanabe.
So why is he nervous?
He couldn't tell why he was nervous.
It might be because of Ji Chen.
He could hardly imagine that more than ten years later, he would still have the opportunity to play against this person.
In fact, from the "bad acting" that Ji Chen said before his death, he knew that he had always looked down on his acting skills.
I can't say that, yes or yes. When I first met, it was indeed Zhou Yuhe's acting skills that attracted the attention of this playboy, otherwise he would not pursue him so enthusiastically when he was surrounded by beauty.
But then?
It’s not clear that it’s because Ji Chen’s career is getting bigger and bigger, which led to Zhou Yuhe’s more and more commercial films, or Zhou Yuhe’s more and more commercial films, which caused Ji Chen’s career to grow bigger and bigger. In short, over time, he became the "bad acting" in his mouth.
Zhou Yuhe refused to accept it, but there was nothing he could do.
Because fancy does not mean it is comparable.
Even during the best acting rookie award period, his acting skills are not better than Ji Chen.
That year he won the newcomer award, but Ji Chen won the actor. He is fully qualified and capable of critical or judging his acting skills.
And even if his acting skills are perfect in fifteen years, Ji Chen has also become a real entertainment emperor, a business tycoon, and the word acting has no place in his heart.
And now...
The fingertips trembling slightly, the mood just around the corner.
Rather than being nervous, it is better to say-excited.

Everything is in place.
Everyone is holding the mentality of remedy afterwards, instead of the tension that was before. After all, it is an audition, or an audition for a stand-in, which is really uninteresting.
In addition, there is a precedent, Yan Yingyi, who has so many fans, has been suppressed by Ji Chen, now what can this little actor who has never heard of the name be? It's good to be able to read the lines smoothly, and the back and body shape of the make-up shots are not broken.
However, at the moment when the director shouted "Action"
There seems to be something different on the set.
atmosphere? feel? I couldn't tell what it was, and I didn't know where it came from. It's just that everyone stopped talking tacitly at this moment and began to look around. Finally, they realized that this kind of atmosphere came from the director's circle.
To be precise, it was uploaded by the camera monitor surrounded by the directors.
That boy is different.
The teenager who looked a little absent-minded and obviously felt nervous at the moment he started shooting, as if his five senses had merged into his consciousness, he found the feeling of filming in an instant.
The loose sitting posture became tall and straight, and the gentle and quiet eyes became deep and cold, like black pearls immersed in the Nine Heavens Cold Pond, exuding a deep and strange aura.
The meticulous black hair, the dark gold buckle to the top, a military uniform without even a trace of wrinkles, leather military gloves, a pocket watch with complicated workmanship...With that correct, abstinent, white face that is sickly white, He is perfectly indifferent as a sculpture.
Yang Yu stood behind the camera, with his hands around his chest, his lips tightly pressed into a line, staring at the set, sitting on the torture chair, wearing a Japanese military uniform that originally belonged to Yan Yingyi, even the script was a temporary teenager. Perhaps...Should it be said to be a youth?
That mature and powerful military force is really not like a 19-year-old child can radiate--
He felt unprecedented pressure for the first time.
Obviously Watanabe Ichiro is not looking in this direction, he knows it is acting, but under such a deep gaze, the repressive and deadly power still penetrates the small space around him-the set set, towards the people outside the set Laid out.
Everyone was as nervous as a stranded fish.
Hard to breathe.
This deadly atmosphere was broken by the unreasonable Gu Wuxi being pushed in.
Although Gu Wuxi was a prisoner under torture, he was still an important member of the pseudo-government before his conviction. The two soldiers who escorted him didn't dare to embarrass him at all. He almost swaggered into the torture room.
However, the moment I saw Watanabe Ichiro--
The smile on Ji Chen's face was obvious.
Such a state, such expressiveness, let alone a stuntman, even if he has acted in a lot of plays, an experienced actor may not be able to achieve—
He didn't even say the line, he just sat there, sitting in a corner of the scene, and he calmed the whole picture?
This should be just a coincidence...
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Ji Chen calmly walked in with a smile, sat down, took out his good communication methods, and began to change the atmosphere of the conversation, trying to control the initiative.
Ichiro Watanabe did not have any discomfort or impatience on his face. He just opened his pocket watch suddenly after Gu Wuxi's ridicule, his narrow eyes curled slightly downward, and there was no expression on his ascetic face. But it makes people feel nervous for no reason.
"Thirty-three, you are three minutes late."
The cold and mechanical sound sounded like an old clock, making time stand still.
Watanabe Ichiro raised his head, and the magnified handsome face in the monitor revealed a faint, sarcasm, with a and cruel smile.
This smile formed an incomparably sharp contrast with Gu Wuxi's sloppy and arrogant smile. A sleek and cunning face, an iron face and ruthlessness, the tension of confrontation instantly overflowed from the entire picture.
Yang Yu's heart "cocked"--
This Zhou Yuhe!
Yang Yu was not the only one who was surprised by this smile. He could almost hear everyone around the monitor taking a breath of air.
How did such a malicious and cold smile come about!
As we all know, once the actor's control is not good, he is very likely to be interpreted as facial paralysis-coldness becomes expressionless, pain is only a slight frown, even a smile It is easy to bring a sense of madness and cool pretense.
But Zhou Yuhe, you absolutely cannot link his performance with "facial paralysis".
There is a vulgar saying that people use: eyes are the windows of the soul.
This sentence is very suitable for actors.
A character, especially when it is a restrained rather than extroverted character, eyes become the best tool for an actor to convey emotions.
When many actors perform Leng character roles, because of the limitation of expressions, their eyes are often emptied, so they become a common "face with facial paralysis" in the eyes of the public.
But Zhou Yuhe is not.
His eyes are like a sharp blade ready to be unsheathed anytime and anywhere. Regardless of whether there are lines or expressions, his eyes are in a full of emotions, playful and cold like staring at a prey.
What's more, his so-called "no expression" is not really expressionless, but the expression is not big, it doesn't look so loud, but it doesn't put the character in a "standby" state.
What about when there is an expression?
Every piece of his facial muscle was pulled just right, neither too "closed" into "facial paralysis", nor too "relaxed", too exaggerated and unsuitable.
He just raised his eyebrows, curled his lips, glanced at his eyes, sniffed his nose, grinned and other facial expressions, he accurately and vividly showed a Japanese officer who was indifferent and bloodthirsty in his bones
It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a stunning audience!
Such an atmosphere unconsciously attracted more staff from outside the circle to squeeze next to the monitor.
There are also many people as smart as Yang Yu who have found a place with a good perspective around the set.
After that smile that must not be ignored, everyone forgot that this was just an audition, and began to concentrate on the next anticipated performance.
Yes, the performance—
"I have to ask Mr. Watanabe for your subordinates. I don't know how Fuchun Road is only a few minutes away and how it has been polished to the present." Gu Wuxi glanced at the soldier next to him. He immediately lowered his head.
The pitch-black eyes lingered on the soldier’s face for a while, then turned back to the middle part of the eye socket, "But how did I hear that they had arrived at Qingxintang an hour ago, and you stopped everyone outside, alone Inside, it's been dwindling till now.
"So please tell me-what are you doing shamelessly in this hour? Mr. Gu?"
The words "not to be seen" were bit lightly, seemingly casual, but Ji Chen's heart was shocked.
He is talking about it.
Because Gu Wuxi was indeed destroying something in the church.
Under the oppressive eyes, Ji Chen truly felt that his pressure value was soaring. He adjusted his suit and smiled: "Anyone who knows me knows that I pray at this time every week. Belief is one. It’s a sacred thing, no matter how much you pay for it, it’s worth it, not to mention this short one hour a week... Of course I imagine you, Mr. Watanabe, Japanese who pursue Bushido, you probably can’t understand this. Kind of mood."
Both have something to say.
Ichiro Watanabe's step by step is pressing, Gu Wuxi's sleek and sophisticated.
There is no background soundtrack, no long-shot and slow-motion rendering.
The blood pulse is stretched, and the urgent tension diffuses from the center of the scene. Even the air is divided into hairsprings, which makes people feel a little hypoxic.
Who will lose first?
It should be Watanabe Ichiro.
Because the Japanese side is at the end of the war. Facing the oppression of the U.S. Army and the KMT and the Communist Party, they are already in a dilemma. Not only is Gu Wuxi a government official, his wealth background is also very strong, and his official rank is higher than him. In the face of such a prisoner, Ichiro Watanabe, played by Yan Yingyi, retreated steadily.
Because he can't convince himself.
Can't persuade how the Japanese, who is inherently weak and unreasonable, can overwhelm Gu Wuxi's momentum in the interrogation.
A guilty conscience, this is the root cause of pressure play.
But what about Zhou Yuhe?
His originally straight back leaned back slightly, and his leisurely look with a little disdain made him look like a medieval European nobleman, and the chair under him was no longer an interrogation chair, but a gorgeous and comfortable carved sofa.
"Faith? What kind of faith are you talking about? Belief in the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Circle? Or the Three People's Principles? Or... Karl Marx? Be sober, Mr. Gu, faith will not save you." Condescending tone and arrogant expression It seems to say: I am the only one who can let you go out. Obeying me and following my orders is your only choice.
He opened a malicious and cold smile again, but this time, there was a little disdain and contempt in his smile. With such a complicated smile with that exquisite face, the impactful picture not only stunned everyone outside the monitor. , Also stunned Ji Chen who was in the "interrogation".
He held his breath and stared at the officer on the opposite side motionlessly. Before he could make any response, the other side stood up first.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of army boots trampling on the floor seemed to trample on the heart of prisoners under the steps again and again.
Everyone, including the director behind the camera monitor, did not dare to breathe.
Watanabe Ichiro looked at him condescendingly.
At that moment, arrogant, indifferent, sullen... all complicated emotions rushed out from those slender eyes, hitting the soul!
Ji Chen's eyes widened suddenly.
咚, 咚, 咚.
He heard the sound of his heart being stepped under his feet.
In a blink of an eye, Watanabe Ichiro has come to him.
The lingering eyes didn't make the prisoner of noble birth feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he was immersed in an indescribable and humiliated pleasure.
The heart thumped and thumped wildly.
He couldn't help but looked up at the indifferent ascetic officer.
The next second-
Wow.
The cold water washed away his golden glasses, washed away his meticulous black hair
Like heavy rain scouring cold and proud flowers, like ocean waves rolling over a lone boat
Washed away all his pride.
Cang Dang.
The iron bucket was thrown aside.
The hair on the back of his head was pulled back forcefully.
Before he could cry out, he was forced to raise his head to meet those narrow eyes.
Like transparent and clear glass, in those eyes
He saw the indifferent and strong killing intent.
He saw himself trembling uncontrollably with his soul.
At this moment he just wanted to crawl under the feet of this person.
Completely...surrender him.
The officer smiled slightly, and he approached the prisoner.
The slight voice was so cruel, cold, bloody, and with the fatal temptation of seeming nothing.
"Here, I am your faith."
I am your faith!
After letting go of the hand pulling the hair, Ji Chen tilted his head up and gasped slightly, his consciousness was empty for a long time without regaining his senses.
Pressure play!
This is another pressure play!
Everyone was shocked.