After watching Naomi and Levi drive away, Edward looked at Lance with a playful look on his face, "So, when are you going to tell me?"

Lance raised his eyebrows slightly, "Now?" This answer made Edward roll his eyes and look helpless, but he couldn't do anything to Lance, "By the way, don't communicate with Naomi for the time being what they think of the characters."

Edward's eyes were filled with doubts, and he didn't quite understand Lance's approach. Generally speaking, directors hope that before the filming starts, the male and female protagonists can develop a tacit understanding and quickly get into the state after they are put into filming. This is probably one of the reasons why Lance found Edward and Naomi's partner. Moreover, Lance's crew was always used to script practice before, and this action itself included the motivation to make the actors familiar with each other. But now, Lance hopes that he and Naomi do not communicate? This makes no sense.

"I need you to know each other enough, but at the same time, not enough." Lance said as if he was tongue twister, and then turned around and left without further explanation. Edward stood there and thought for a while, but he was still puzzled and hurriedly followed Lance, "Hey! Hey! Don't say halfway..."

The tacit understanding between Edward and Naomi is indeed what Lance hopes to see, and it is also the tacit understanding between Bruce and Betty; but for "Invincible Hulk", this tacit understanding needs to be hidden under the clues of the story, presented from the details of the script and the sculpting of the performance, because at the beginning of the story, Hulk, who transformed into a Hulk, almost killed Betty. This sense of alienation and strangeness created a crack between each other. In order to protect Betty, Bruce chose to hide and bear it alone. In order to save Betty, Betty chose to work hard, hoping to use his own knowledge to find the answer. Both of them are tough in their hearts, shouldering the weight of this tragedy of fate, but because it is too much, the two sides lack communication and the distance gradually becomes alienated. Therefore, when they meet again, they are familiar with each other, but strange.

The most familiar stranger or the strangest lover, Lance does not want to present this sense of alienation with performance, but hopes to be accomplished through involuntary expressions deep in his heart.

In addition, Edward and Naomi are both excellent actors, and they both like to ask questions and dig deeper into the role. Lance does not want them to discuss too much, which will affect each other's understanding of the role. Even if they want to discuss it, he hopes that Edward and Naomi will discuss it with him separately, and he will guide the direction of the characters and the story.

This is indeed different from the movies directed by Lance before, because it is a commercial movie. Lance will not spend a lot of writing and shooting, leaving the actors to craft their acting skills, which will drag down the overall rhythm of the movie; what he needs is the kind of sincere emotions that are unintentionally revealed, and then capture the details of the camera to make the characters full in a limited space.

Back at the party, the noise was still there, but the madness that seemed to have passed was melting into the night little by little. The night was rich in depth, and then a light stream of light appeared. The dark sky was so dark that it could not be dissolved, and a deep dark blue swelled up. Before I could react, the far end of the horizontal line turned white, and all the noise disappeared completely. The whole villa was quiet, and only the regular tide sound was slapped on the coast, as if last night's carnival and excitement were just a dream.

Lance slept a little uneasy. Firstly, there were some strangers in the villa, lying in the yard, hall, and corners of the stairs. Secondly, there were too many things that happened last night and my mind was too messy. I lay on the bed at nearly four o'clock, but I woke up in a daze before seven o'clock.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, watching the orange-red sun rise slowly, and in the silence, all the mixed thoughts seemed to disappear, and I relaxed.

With barefoot, he looked at the mess on the first floor, and then came to the third floor, but unexpectedly found Emma curled up in the corner of the sofa and fell asleep like this. The sudden discovery made Lance's footsteps unable to help but stayed in place, and his eyes fell on the petite body.

In this moment of tranquility, he could look at her seriously without any hesitation. The dark red hair fell on her fair cheeks in a mess, and the eyelashes like butterfly wings were covered quietly, making people imagine the gentle steps of the sun dancing gently on it. The red lips and soft lips pouted slightly, as if filled with the fragrance of honey, and the shallow luster had a kind of tempting magic.

The sound of the heart beating calmly and powerfully came from my ears, "Puboo, Puboo." There seemed to be nothing special, no disorder, nor throbbing, but every move was so clear that you could even hear the sound of blood squirting out with each beating. The full force was too heavy, so that the chest felt a vague pain. The urge to walk forward was confined to the stiff muscles and struggled.

In the early morning, Malibu is quiet like a paradise. The regular sound of tides only sets off this kind of peace. It seems that even the golden sunlight has slowed down and falls one foot in the misty woods. Lance enjoys this short tranquility, because at this moment, it seems that he is the only one in the whole world, standing in a different dimension, guarding the thin and peaceful figure in front of him. The sound of his heart beats makes him feel like he is unprecedented... alive.

The "creaking" sound was very slight, but it was particularly clear in this tranquility. Lance raised his head reflexively, and then saw Andrew Garfield, who was surprised, and tiptoed out of the study. Lance was a little surprised, and Andrew was frightened.

It seems that after Lance left last night, Andrew was so obedient that he dared not leave, and he still stayed in the study. It was dawn in a blink of an eye. This was really a bit...too honest, which made Lance smile.

Andrew scratched his head, "That... I'm sorry, I wasn't sure last night, so..." The explanation was broken, and Lance waved his hand gently, signaling Andrew not to continue to explain, "Do you have a way to go back?" It's still early, and it's not easy to go back from Malibu to Los Angeles.

"Bus, there are already buses." Andrew said quickly. Although Lance was a little suspicious, did the bus start operating so early? But he didn't say much, just nodded and signaled.

The sound seemed to wake Emma up. She rubbed her eyes, sat up slowly, looked around in confusion, looked at Andrew, and then looked at Lance again, seemingly unable to understand what is going on now, "What time is it now?" The lazy voice was a little hoarse, so sleepy that his eyes couldn't open.

Lance pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a slight smile, but then he restrained himself, and felt inexplicably irritable inside, as if he didn't want anyone to see Emma's sleepy look, so he said to Andrew, "Be careful on the road." Andrew was stunned, then reacted, quickly walked down the stairs, but thought of something, and paused, "Sir, thank you." After saying that, he quickly left.

After going downstairs, Andrew carefully bypassed the people in the hall and courtyard, quickly left the villa, and walked towards the direction of the bus station. A series of doubts emerged in his mind, "Who was that girl just now? Why did she feel familiar?" Andrew thought about it carefully, and then suddenly realized, "Ah!" It turned out to be the Qido in the "Raging Road", which made Andrew a little excited. Unexpectedly, the figure that he saw on the big screen not long ago appeared in real life now.

When this idea jumped into my brain, Andrew suddenly realized, "I am about to join Lance's works? I am about to join Lance's works!" So joy invaded, and everything else was thrown away. Andrew trotted quickly and jumped continuously, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" He kept clenching his fists to cheer himself up, and the excitement of happiness overflowed.

Lance's eyes fell on Emma, ​​hesitated for a moment, but dodged again, "Continue to sleep, it's still early." The indescribable emotion in his heart still made him uncomfortable. It was just one night, and he needed time and more time. After that, Lance took steps towards the study room, then slowly closed the door of the study room, and then relaxed his tense shoulders.

Things are really not that simple.

Emma watched Lance's back disappear, and her chaotic brain could not clarify her thoughts at all. She just vaguely remembered that she was angry with Lance, but why she was angry, she was a little blurred. Her heavy eyelids drooped again. Last night, she sat in the hall on the third floor, waiting for Lance to appear again, but until the sea level was shiny, she didn't wait. In a daze, annoyance, disappointment, and regret intertwined, she fell asleep. Let's think about it after waking up. In a daze, Emma fell asleep again.

In the dream, she saw Lance again, sitting quietly on the beach, waiting for the sun to rise slowly. She stood not far behind, guarding Lance's back, watching the bright sunshine slowly falling, outlining the lonely back little by little, dragging out a long reflection. On the projection, you can see the standing thorns, protecting yourself tightly like a hedgehog. She couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to touch it with her hands, as if she could feel the fragility of removing the thorns through the air. Could it be that this is the real him? She was a little confused.

"Emma... Emma..." The voice sounded from far to near, and a powerful force suddenly pulled Emma out of her dream. Opening her eyes, she saw Cole Greed standing next to the sofa.
Chapter completed!