Chapter 31 The Language of the Lens
Zhou Han's genius lies in creating "fields".
He is extremely adept at creating a scenario full of unknowns and variables, skillfully setting rules and planting hooks to stimulate participants' genuine reactions and unexpected sparks in a specific environment.
Ling Wei herself is more like a top-notch visual storyteller.
Her talent lies in her ability to accurately capture fleeting yet story-filled images and details, and to weave them into a narrative flow that is easy for the audience to understand and empathize with, using the most infectious cinematic language.
She is better at presenting "people" and "stories".
Ling Wei understood Zhou Han's hesitation.
But as Shen Yicheng's filming director, her job is to use the camera to accurately present the audience with the unique texture that this veteran actor has developed over the years, and the charm of those details that are overlooked in conventional filming.
Therefore, she will not give up her idea.
Ling Wei looked around and her gaze fell on an orange on Zhou Han's table. She picked it up and held it steadily in her palm, showing it to Zhou Han.
The man's gaze then fell on her hands.
Her hands were exceptionally beautiful, with slender yet strong knuckles, and her nails were neatly trimmed, gleaming with a healthy pale pink luster under the light.
When she held up the orange, the curve of her wrist was as elegant as a swan bowing its head.
Her movements were slow, with a certain deliberate delay.
My fingertips first lightly stroked the smooth skin of the orange, the gentle caress seeming to probe, or perhaps to awaken something.
Gradually, she began to apply pressure with her fingertips, leaving faint marks on the surface of the orange, yet always maintaining just the right amount of restraint.
Her thumb worked in perfect harmony with her other fingers, lingering on both ends of the orange.
As her fingertips traced the orange stem, she deliberately slowed down, circling around the small protrusion with varying pressure, as if untying an invisible knot.
The orange trembled slightly in her palm, like a heart being awakened.
Throughout the entire process, her gaze remained focused on the orange in her hand, her long eyelashes casting a soft shadow on her cheeks.
Finally, she pressed her thumb firmly against the orange stem, sinking it down with just the right amount of force, stopping just before she was about to break the skin.
The ending was crisp and clean, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, “Like this.”
After doing all this, she finally looked up and met Zhou Han's stunned gaze.
In that instant, it was as if an electric current had surged through Zhou Han's limbs and bones, and he suddenly understood.
Ling Wei calmly put down the battered orange as if nothing had happened: "I just wanted to give the audience a different feeling."
Zhou Han forgot to smoke the cigarette he was holding between his fingers, and a piece of ash fell off shakily.
He looked away somewhat awkwardly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice barely perceptible and dry: "What you just did... that was clearly a hint..."
“I did,” Ling Wei readily admitted, her tone frank, “but Mr. Shen didn’t. It was within safe limits, maximizing masculine charm through visual language, combined with his perfectly timed voice…”
She looked at Zhou Han, "Would you like to reconsider?"
After saying that, she turned and left without waiting for a response.
Zhou Han was left standing there, frozen in place.
Only after confirming that Ling Wei had gone far away and the office door was closed did he suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He stubbed out the nearly burned cigarette, raised his hand to support his forehead, and then, extremely annoyed, lightly banged his forehead against the solid table, making a dull thud with each strike.
Just then, Zhang Tao pushed the door open and came in, witnessing this scene. His face was filled with astonishment: "???"
"Boss, what's wrong?" he asked with concern, then noticed with keen insight that Zhou Han's face was flushed an abnormally red from his ears to his neck. "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"
Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Han abruptly looked up. Before he could explain, he saw Zhang Tao's attention drawn to the orange on the table, and he picked it up without thinking.
"Put it down!" Zhou Han shouted almost reflexively, jumped up, snatched the orange back, and held it tightly in his hand with lightning speed.
Zhang Tao was startled by his overreaction, his hand still frozen in mid-air as he watched Zhou Han protect the orange like a treasure.
he:? ? ?
Just an orange? Is it really necessary to make such a fuss about the fruit in the cafeteria today?
Is this person usually this stingy?
...
One Friday evening, Lin Xiao dragged her tired body home and, as usual, took a can of ice-cold beer from the refrigerator and popped it open with a "click".
Her mother was already sitting in front of the TV, with the remote control locked on Yaojiang TV.
"Mom, are you still watching 'City Chase'?" Lin Xiao slumped on the sofa. "Didn't they say that 'City Challenge King' on Xinghu TV is more exciting and has more young and handsome actors?"
She herself wasn't very interested; as a working adult, she didn't follow celebrities and just wanted to watch something funny to relax.
“What do you know? I love watching Shen Yicheng. He’s so reliable!” Mom insisted, her eyes never leaving the TV. “Those young people jumping around and making so much noise give me a headache.”
The show began with the familiar game segments.
Lin Xiao was initially scrolling through her phone absentmindedly, intending to take a look once the game started.
After all, the only thing left on this show now is the novelty and fun of its game segments.
But after the guest appeared, she glanced at him casually, then her eyes widened and she sat up straight.
In the footage, Shen Yicheng is slowly walking out from the corner of the dark corridor in the secret room.
Unlike his usual unremarkable appearance under soft lighting, a side backlight shone from behind him, like an invisible paintbrush clearly outlining his silhouette, even rendering the few strands of black hair on his forehead with a fuzzy edge.
His entire face was positioned at the boundary between light and shadow, one side sculpted by light into sharp angles, while the other side disappeared into deep shadows.
The facial lines that were always smoothed out by soft lighting before now appear exceptionally three-dimensional in the interplay of light and shadow. Even the fine lines at the corners of the eyes become part of the light and shadow, which not only does not make her look old, but also adds an indescribable sense of story to her composure.
He didn't speak, but just stood there calmly surveying the scene, and his aura silently spread over.
Lin Xiao unconsciously put down her phone.
This... is this still the Shen Yicheng she remembers as someone who's somewhat relegated to the background?
The other guests who appeared in succession also had their own unique characteristics, just like a group of originally dull porcelain pieces that had their dust wiped away and revealed their unique glazes under the light:
An Yao, who became famous for her "evil girl" face, had a cold light sweep across her collarbone, freezing her noble air in the moment she slightly raised her chin; a relatively unknown young male star had his eyelashes fluttering slightly under soft light, his white shirt collar slightly open, and his whole person was clean and transparent; a comedian was captured by a wide-angle lens with exaggerated expressions, and the humor was obvious.
Even Lin Xiao's mother couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, the makeup artists' skills have improved this season!"
Lin Xiao: "It wasn't the makeup artist, it was clearly the cameraman who did a great job."
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