Liao Yuan rang the doorbell, then he held a cane, pushed up his sunglasses, and waited quietly for the door to open.
After a while, he stepped forward and rang the doorbell again.
no one?
Liao Yuan relaxed all over. He took out his schedule from his pocket. After confirming that the appointment information was correct, he stepped forward and rang the doorbell again.
"What's up?"
"Madam, I'm here to tune the music."
"who are you?"
"Piano tuner."
After a brief pause, a voice came from the door again: "My husband is not at home, please come back another day!"
Liao Yuan was a little irritated: "Madam, I don't need your husband to be at home when I tune."
"It doesn't matter, if you are willing, we will pay you the door-to-door fee as usual..."
"Money is not a big problem!"
Liao Yuan interrupted the other party: "I am blind and it takes a lot of strength to get to your home. Neither you nor your husband canceled the appointment with me. I think you didn't even open the door or explain the specific reason.
This is very disrespectful to me."
There was a long silence inside the door.
Liao Yuan rang the doorbell again.
The door finally opened, and a neatly dressed old woman appeared in front of Liao Yuan.
…
All around, all the crew members held their breath at this moment, completely brought into the scene by Liao Yuan's every move.
In its previous life, "The Tuner" won the Best Short Film Award at multiple film festivals. There is no doubt that the script is excellent. The actors' acting skills and the director's camera control were also the biggest factors that contributed to this film.
In the play, Liao Yuan was originally a talented pianist who had been studying piano for 15 years. However, he failed in the coveted Steinway Piano Competition and his life fell to the bottom.
After a period of adjustment, Liao Yuan regained his strength and became a blind piano tuner.
In fact, he just wears contact lenses - this will make others think that his hearing is sharper, and thus gain more sympathy and consumption, and even peek into other people's lives and privacy.
For example, you can see scantily clad dancers, taking advantage of the blind man's weakness, deliberately making trouble with the waiters in the restaurant, etc.
He was immersed in this kind of detachment, which made him feel like he was outside the world even though he was in a busy city.
Until this day, he came to work in a house, but he didn't know that a murder had just occurred here.
…
When Liao Yuan entered the old woman's room, and with the brief freeze-frame of closing the door, the show officially began.
"Where's the piano?"
"This way, no, don't go that way!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Yuan, who had just walked into the living room, slipped and fell to the floor.
Dim light, claustrophobic space, and a dead body lying on the sofa.
It was an old man with a huge bloody hole on his temple. His eyes seemed to be looking at Liao Yuan, and the air was filled with a strong smell of paint.
Liao Yuan stood up in a panic, half of his body covered with red blood on the floor, "What...what's going on?"
"Give me your hand, this way, come here!"
"I didn't expect you to... come here, come here, go this way. Sorry, our house is being renovated, and I just accidentally... knocked over a bucket of paint."
The old woman helped take off Liao Yuan's blood-stained coat: "So you should understand why I didn't let you in just now, right?"
At this moment, Liao Yuan's heart was racing and he was so nervous that he completely lost the ability to speak.
He nodded hesitantly, the blood soaked in his arms making him feel cold all over.
"Come, come here!"
The old woman gave Liao Yuan a push.
Liao Yuan subconsciously held on to the piano.
The old woman's eyes dropped slightly: "Are you listening to me?"
There seemed to be a buzzing sound in his ears, and Liao Yuan came to his senses: "Ah? What's wrong?"
"Take off your clothes. You can't always dress like this. I'll put my husband's clothes on for you."
Liao Yuan took off his clothes obediently. At this moment, he suddenly encountered a murder. The tension and fear struck him, causing him to completely lose the ability to think alone and obey the old woman's words.
"Don't worry, I turned around - I'm not looking at you." The old woman walked to the side, turned back, and stared at Liao Yuan closely.
Liao Yuan tried his best to stay calm, took off his tie, slowly took off his blood-stained suit, shirt and pants, and handed them to the old woman.
The old woman took the clothes and said, "There's something on your glasses too..."
With that said, he took off Liao Yuan's sunglasses.
Liao Yuan kept his eyes level and tried to calm himself down.
The old woman looked at Liao Yuan's glasses. They were eyes like dead fish, lifeless.
There was confusion on her face.
After a while, Liao Yuan picked up the drumsticks and carefully tuned the piano...
"Calm down, don't panic."
"She had no suspicion at all."
"Your performance is so natural, you could win an Oscar!"
"Is that man on the couch her husband?"
"Didn't she say that she would bring me her husband's clothes? Why haven't you brought them over yet?"
"Huh, don't worry, maybe you're just choosing clothes..."
"Well, once you've put on your clothes and tuned this broken piano, you'll leave here as soon as possible. I hope she remembers to take out everything in my pockets..."
"Agenda!!"
"Oops, the schedule in your pocket! How can a blind person have a schedule?"
…
When the piano tuner Liao Yuan was accidentally involved in the murder case, he knew that he had nowhere to hide, so he could only pretend to be real and continue to play his role as a blind man.
The simple prop setting of the "schedule" can be said to be an important item in creating the suspense and thriller atmosphere of the entire film.
How can a blind person have a diary?
When Liao Yuan was tuning the piano, he was worried that the old woman would take out the schedule book from his pocket. On the other side of the same shot, the old woman's shadow reflected on the wall seemed to be turning the tuner's book.
clothes.
As the slow and crisp footsteps gradually approached, the camera also moved to Liao Yuan's feet.
At this time, the old woman's footsteps had stopped.
She stood behind the sound engineer.
The tense atmosphere condensed in the air and was about to explode at the first touch.
The sound of the piano sounded, and a creepy picture appeared on the monitor.
Through the mirror on the wall, everyone could see that the old woman was holding a nail gun in her hand and pointing it at the back of Liao Yuan's head.
At this moment, Liao Yuan, in order to adjust the tune, still calmly played the beautiful piano solo.
"I'm playing the piano, she won't kill me."
…
"The Tuner" was completely shot in just one week.
There are only four real actors in the play, namely Liao Yuan, the old woman, Liao Yuan's manager, and the dancer. Almost all of them are from the Donghai Drama Academy.
Among them, the old woman is Wu Xinlian, a professor of the Acting Department of Donghai Drama Academy. She is in her early sixties, has rich and perfect acting skills, and is also a national first-class actor.
Every look in her eyes and every movement can be interpreted in countless ways in the short film. She is a real veteran actress.
However, even a professor from the acting department couldn't help but marvel at Liao Yuan's acting skills when he acted with him, "Are you sure you're not from a major?"
"no."
"Have you never filmed a movie?"
"Does mv count?"
Wu Xinlian looked at Liao Yuan and said with emotion: "Some people are born to eat this bowl of rice. Mr. Liao, as I put it bluntly, even if you are not a pianist, in the actor's profession, as long as you concentrate on performing, you will become an actor."
It's a matter of time."
"Professor Wu is so complimentary." Liao Yuan shook his head and laughed.
"Do you think I'm kidding?"
Wu Xinlian lamented: "I have taught so many students, they are all over the world, and I am very experienced. I will never misjudge anyone."
"I think what Professor Wu said makes sense."
Next to him, actor Kou Zhiyong, who played the role of a blind agent, marveled and said: "Mr. Liao's acting skills are very round and full. He can single-handedly lead the entire scene. This is a complete actor-level performance. I have acted opposite Mr. Liao before.
I was particularly shocked when I heard Mr. Liao telling the story of the Taj Mahal. Whether it was his line skills or emotional expression, Mr. Liao was fully worthy of Professor Wu's praise."
The entire crew, from the director down to the scriptwriters and supporting actors, all agreed with Wu Xinlian and Kou Zhiyong's words.
Some people are like this. God will give them food, and they won't accept it.
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