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"Card! No, it's not like that. The mood is not right. I need to put it out a little bit, then put it out a little bit."
"Len Li, Lan Li-Hall, I do ask for more emotions, but it's not a soap opera-style exaggerated performance. It looks too cheap."
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! I said, not enough!"
"Ka! Kakaka! This kind of look is unreal, and it's not convincing at all. It looks like eye drops."
"God, what do I say? No, it doesn't feel right, the mood isn't right, and the atmosphere isn't right."
"Come over, start over, start over."
...
This is the biggest challenge Lan Li has encountered since he started acting. Although the difficulty of the scene itself is indeed not small, this is not the main point. The point is that Tony's requirements for the scene are not clear, and his own interpretation of the scene is not clear enough, so in the camera The performance presented in front of him has always lacked that kind of texture, not to mention the level and depth that Lan Li hopes to present.
On the third day of shooting, the curtain came to an end in countless "NG". A scene was filmed for three full days, and there was still no progress. The atmosphere of the whole crew was somewhat depressed, so that when the work of the fourth day officially began, everyone was a little bit disappointed.
Having been shooting the same scene for three consecutive days without any progress, Lan Li's mood is inevitably a little impetuous, which is only worse for the bad state. However, he still forced himself to calm down, settle his thoughts, meticulously prepare for tonight's shooting, and try to avoid being affected by the negative emotions of the staff.
With the sound of "start shooting", all of Lan Li's mixed emotions settled down, and all his attention was concentrated, taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath.
He raised his head slightly, the back of his head was against the bus window, and an uncontrollable sadness was boiling in his chest. He opened his mouth wide and breathed like a fish out of the water, but even so, oxygen As if still unable to pass through the throat, the whole throat was stuck tightly. All the air was accumulated in the mouth like this. The dullness and siltation lingered all the time. The gurgling hot spring water sounded in my ears, and I had not had time to breathe. Tears just slipped down like this.
He widened his eyes and tried to look up, but it was still to no avail. The hot and full tears piled up in large pieces. There was no need to close his eyes at all. The overflowing tears just slid down and wet his face; then The tears went out endlessly, the tears were too turbulent, and even reached his mouth, and started coughing violently, almost coughing out the entire lungs.
Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing hard to swallow the cough, the entire eyebrows are violently knotted, that kind of piercing pain is torturing his nerves bitterly, the thick sorrow is slowly spreading between the eyebrows Come, start to fall, as if standing in quicksand, knowing that I am falling, but no matter how hard I struggle, I can’t get rid of it, and then I watched myself, bit by bit, being swallowed up, heading for extinction. Disaster.
Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to adjust his breathing and endured the crying, but the sharp and bitter pain came out from deep in his heart. The pain reached the extreme, all his patience and control vanished. The sound of crying leaked from the gap between the clenched teeth, and the heavy depression brought the torture to the extreme, which made people unbearable and couldn't imagine what kind of suffering it was.
There was a groan/groan in his ear, as well as the sound of saliva swallowing and rubbing his hands, which made him turn his head, through the dim tears, watching the scene that was unfavorable for children. But his heart was ashamed, his eyes were not touched, he watched all this calmly, watching indifferently and desperately, and then lowered his eyes in pain, his hands pierced into the hair, crying uncontrollably. .
The moan/groan in the ear is getting louder and louder, and it seems to have reached a climax/tide. The noisy noise is so ironic that he cried so completely that he couldn't help himself, and cried so completely that he couldn't breathe, and he could only do it again. He raised his head and breathed like a dying fish, but this kind of breathing was of no avail. It just lingered. Every time he breathed, he seemed to be one step closer to death. But more sadly, he had no plans to resist.
"Hand over the stinky money!" There was a dialogue in the ear. It was hard to imagine that such rough and vulgar words broke out in the thin and immature body. Close your eyes, as if the back of the bus was a journey. A woman who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but in fact, she is a prostitute, an underage prostitute.
Tears seemed to have drained. He just sat there, his eyes were bloodshot, and they were exposed without any cover. There was no trace of movement or waves. Silence, everything was quiet, even deathly quiet, As if the soul has disappeared.
"Did you hear? Hand over all the bad money! Hurry up and hand over all the bad money! Do you think I like you? Hurry up and hand over the bad money! Now!"
The harsh curse was worse than one, more urgent than one, and more terrifying than the other, like a demon crawling out of hell, condemning his debts.
He couldn't help turning his head, staring blankly at the old and young, two desolate and embarrassed figures, but they were the same weak and small. He didn't know what it meant, he just stared at all this indifferently, and then saw the drunkard glaring at the chick/prostitute viciously, "Do you want money?" When the voice fell, he gave it viciously. He slapped the opponent, and the slap was so heavy that the thin body staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Then, she raised her gaze and saw his eyes, her eyes turned. With resentment and sophistication in those immature eyes, as well as vulgarity and vulgarity, he looked at him up and down. He turned his head, withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and the remaining tears fell again, but his eye sockets were already dry, just There were still traces of tears on his cheeks, embarrassed.
He lowered his eyes in a daze, hiding all his emotions, but the indifference and pain between his brows still hadn't had time to dissipate, slowly sinking bit by bit, the night outside the car window was so thick and dull. , Overwhelming, like giant beasts, can swallow them at any time.
There was the hum of the bus engine in the air, and then Tony's voice rang abruptly, "Ka!"
All the staff's eyes were projected towards Tony, waiting for the director's judgment and decision, including Roy and Nathan. In the shooting just now, Lan Li’s performance was exceptional, full of emotions and vivid details. The sadness and bitterness that flowed from the depths of the soul were so clear and vivid on the face, as if the boundless sea of bitterness floated in it. Ups and downs, but still can't see the end, and can't find the end.
Every staff member present can deeply and truly feel the turbulent and boiling emotions, like a volcano, gurgling, and then dragging everyone's ankles into the world that belongs to Henry. That kind of heaviness, that kind of richness, that kind of density, it almost makes people breathless.
Is this Renly's best performance? There is no way to judge, but for this scene, it was the best performance of Lan Li in the past three days, and Tony did not interrupt the filming, and went all the way to the end smoothly. At least, this is a positive sign.
Tony didn't speak immediately, which is a significant improvement compared to yesterday's ping-pong interruption. So, what exactly does Tony think?
Lan Li felt extremely tired, but he didn't lose his mind or get into the drama too deeply. It was just the kind of endless pain that consumed countless energy and physical strength, as if he had just recovered from a drowning state, and more importantly, In the past few days, he has been "drowning" countless times, and both his body and spirit are undergoing severe tests.
After adjusting his breathing, Lan Li looked at Tony and cast a questioning gaze. In the past few days, Tony had already vetoed it before it was time to watch the replay, and Lan Li himself felt that he was not in place, so he was not in a hurry to pass.
Tony pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at Lan Li. Just when everyone thought he had made a decision, he held his chin again and fell into the second round of contemplation. The tight ups and downs caused the on-site staff to suffer and let out a sigh of disappointment.
Lan Li was in a calm mind. He stood up and walked straight to Tony-at this time they were all in the bus. In addition to the actors and the driver, there were also directors, photographers and lighting crews ~www.novelhall.com~ The other members are all on the side of the road, can't hear or see clearly, and can only watch the situation in the bus through the monitor, which is undoubtedly even more suffering.
Tony raised his head suddenly, raised his voice and said, "Len Li!" Then he saw that Lan Li was already close in front of him, which made him startled. The whole person jumped up, but then he calmed down and returned. Coming to the topic, he thought carefully and said, "I always feel that something is missing in this scene. But I'm not sure. To be honest, your performance just now was excellent, indeed excellent, but..."
This feeling is terrible. It seems that everything is right, but it always feels wrong, but the point is that I can’t tell a single reason. So this means, is it right or wrong? Tony pondered for so long and still couldn't find an answer. Therefore, his expression is also very hesitant.
Unexpectedly, Lan Li also agreed and nodded, "I feel that way too." As an actor, his own feelings are the most direct. The performance is full enough, but there is always something missing. However, he is the person involved and cannot see his performance, so naturally he can't judge, "Shall we watch the replay?"
After shooting the same scene for four days, it finally ushered in the first breakthrough.
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"Card! No, it's not like that. The mood is not right. I need to put it out a little bit, then put it out a little bit."
"Len Li, Lan Li-Hall, I do ask for more emotions, but it's not a soap opera-style exaggerated performance. It looks too cheap."
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! I said, not enough!"
"Ka! Kakaka! This kind of look is unreal, and it's not convincing at all. It looks like eye drops."
"God, what do I say? No, it doesn't feel right, the mood isn't right, and the atmosphere isn't right."
"Come over, start over, start over."
...
This is the biggest challenge Lan Li has encountered since he started acting. Although the difficulty of the scene itself is indeed not small, this is not the main point. The point is that Tony's requirements for the scene are not clear, and his own interpretation of the scene is not clear enough, so in the camera The performance presented in front of him has always lacked that kind of texture, not to mention the level and depth that Lan Li hopes to present.
On the third day of shooting, the curtain came to an end in countless "NG". A scene was filmed for three full days, and there was still no progress. The atmosphere of the whole crew was somewhat depressed, so that when the work of the fourth day officially began, everyone was a little bit disappointed.
Having been shooting the same scene for three consecutive days without any progress, Lan Li's mood is inevitably a little impetuous, which is only worse for the bad state. However, he still forced himself to calm down, settle his thoughts, meticulously prepare for tonight's shooting, and try to avoid being affected by the negative emotions of the staff.
With the sound of "start shooting", all of Lan Li's mixed emotions settled down, and all his attention was concentrated, taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath.
He raised his head slightly, the back of his head was against the bus window, and an uncontrollable sadness was boiling in his chest. He opened his mouth wide and breathed like a fish out of the water, but even so, oxygen As if still unable to pass through the throat, the whole throat was stuck tightly. All the air was accumulated in the mouth like this. The dullness and siltation lingered all the time. The gurgling hot spring water sounded in my ears, and I had not had time to breathe. Tears just slipped down like this.
He widened his eyes and tried to look up, but it was still to no avail. The hot and full tears piled up in large pieces. There was no need to close his eyes at all. The overflowing tears just slid down and wet his face; then The tears went out endlessly, the tears were too turbulent, and even reached his mouth, and started coughing violently, almost coughing out the entire lungs.
Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing hard to swallow the cough, the entire eyebrows are violently knotted, that kind of piercing pain is torturing his nerves bitterly, the thick sorrow is slowly spreading between the eyebrows Come, start to fall, as if standing in quicksand, knowing that I am falling, but no matter how hard I struggle, I can’t get rid of it, and then I watched myself, bit by bit, being swallowed up, heading for extinction. Disaster.
Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to adjust his breathing and endured the crying, but the sharp and bitter pain came out from deep in his heart. The pain reached the extreme, all his patience and control vanished. The sound of crying leaked from the gap between the clenched teeth, and the heavy depression brought the torture to the extreme, which made people unbearable and couldn't imagine what kind of suffering it was.
There was a groan/groan in his ear, as well as the sound of saliva swallowing and rubbing his hands, which made him turn his head, through the dim tears, watching the scene that was unfavorable for children. But his heart was ashamed, his eyes were not touched, he watched all this calmly, watching indifferently and desperately, and then lowered his eyes in pain, his hands pierced into the hair, crying uncontrollably. .
The moan/groan in the ear is getting louder and louder, and it seems to have reached a climax/tide. The noisy noise is so ironic that he cried so completely that he couldn't help himself, and cried so completely that he couldn't breathe, and he could only do it again. He raised his head and breathed like a dying fish, but this kind of breathing was of no avail. It just lingered. Every time he breathed, he seemed to be one step closer to death. But more sadly, he had no plans to resist.
"Hand over the stinky money!" There was a dialogue in the ear. It was hard to imagine that such rough and vulgar words broke out in the thin and immature body. Close your eyes, as if the back of the bus was a journey. A woman who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but in fact, she is a prostitute, an underage prostitute.
Tears seemed to have drained. He just sat there, his eyes were bloodshot, and they were exposed without any cover. There was no trace of movement or waves. Silence, everything was quiet, even deathly quiet, As if the soul has disappeared.
"Did you hear? Hand over all the bad money! Hurry up and hand over all the bad money! Do you think I like you? Hurry up and hand over the bad money! Now!"
The harsh curse was worse than one, more urgent than one, and more terrifying than the other, like a demon crawling out of hell, condemning his debts.
He couldn't help turning his head, staring blankly at the old and young, two desolate and embarrassed figures, but they were the same weak and small. He didn't know what it meant, he just stared at all this indifferently, and then saw the drunkard glaring at the chick/prostitute viciously, "Do you want money?" When the voice fell, he gave it viciously. He slapped the opponent, and the slap was so heavy that the thin body staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Then, she raised her gaze and saw his eyes, her eyes turned. With resentment and sophistication in those immature eyes, as well as vulgarity and vulgarity, he looked at him up and down. He turned his head, withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and the remaining tears fell again, but his eye sockets were already dry, just There were still traces of tears on his cheeks, embarrassed.
He lowered his eyes in a daze, hiding all his emotions, but the indifference and pain between his brows still hadn't had time to dissipate, slowly sinking bit by bit, the night outside the car window was so thick and dull. , Overwhelming, like giant beasts, can swallow them at any time.
There was the hum of the bus engine in the air, and then Tony's voice rang abruptly, "Ka!"
All the staff's eyes were projected towards Tony, waiting for the director's judgment and decision, including Roy and Nathan. In the shooting just now, Lan Li’s performance was exceptional, full of emotions and vivid details. The sadness and bitterness that flowed from the depths of the soul were so clear and vivid on the face, as if the boundless sea of bitterness floated in it. Ups and downs, but still can't see the end, and can't find the end.
Every staff member present can deeply and truly feel the turbulent and boiling emotions, like a volcano, gurgling, and then dragging everyone's ankles into the world that belongs to Henry. That kind of heaviness, that kind of richness, that kind of density, it almost makes people breathless.
Is this Renly's best performance? There is no way to judge, but for this scene, it was the best performance of Lan Li in the past three days, and Tony did not interrupt the filming, and went all the way to the end smoothly. At least, this is a positive sign.
Tony didn't speak immediately, which is a significant improvement compared to yesterday's ping-pong interruption. So, what exactly does Tony think?
Lan Li felt extremely tired, but he didn't lose his mind or get into the drama too deeply. It was just the kind of endless pain that consumed countless energy and physical strength, as if he had just recovered from a drowning state, and more importantly, In the past few days, he has been "drowning" countless times, and both his body and spirit are undergoing severe tests.
After adjusting his breathing, Lan Li looked at Tony and cast a questioning gaze. In the past few days, Tony had already vetoed it before it was time to watch the replay, and Lan Li himself felt that he was not in place, so he was not in a hurry to pass.
Tony pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at Lan Li. Just when everyone thought he had made a decision, he held his chin again and fell into the second round of contemplation. The tight ups and downs caused the on-site staff to suffer and let out a sigh of disappointment.
Lan Li was in a calm mind. He stood up and walked straight to Tony-at this time they were all in the bus. In addition to the actors and the driver, there were also directors, photographers and lighting crews ~www.novelhall.com~ The other members are all on the side of the road, can't hear or see clearly, and can only watch the situation in the bus through the monitor, which is undoubtedly even more suffering.
Tony raised his head suddenly, raised his voice and said, "Len Li!" Then he saw that Lan Li was already close in front of him, which made him startled. The whole person jumped up, but then he calmed down and returned. Coming to the topic, he thought carefully and said, "I always feel that something is missing in this scene. But I'm not sure. To be honest, your performance just now was excellent, indeed excellent, but..."
This feeling is terrible. It seems that everything is right, but it always feels wrong, but the point is that I can’t tell a single reason. So this means, is it right or wrong? Tony pondered for so long and still couldn't find an answer. Therefore, his expression is also very hesitant.
Unexpectedly, Lan Li also agreed and nodded, "I feel that way too." As an actor, his own feelings are the most direct. The performance is full enough, but there is always something missing. However, he is the person involved and cannot see his performance, so naturally he can't judge, "Shall we watch the replay?"
After shooting the same scene for four days, it finally ushered in the first breakthrough.
"Card! No, it's not like that. The mood is not right. I need to put it out a little bit, then put it out a little bit.""Len Li, Lan Li-Hall, I do ask for more emotions, but it's not a soap opera-style exaggerated performance. It looks too cheap.""Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! I said, not enough!""Ka! Kakaka! This kind of look is unreal, and it's not convincing at all. It looks like eye drops.""God, what do I say? No, it doesn't feel right, the mood isn't right, and the atmosphere isn't right.""Come over, start over, start over."...This is the biggest challenge Lan Li has encountered since he started acting. Although the difficulty of the scene itself is indeed not small, this is not the main point. The point is that Tony's requirements for the scene are not clear, and his own interpretation of the scene is not clear enough, so in the camera The performance presented in front of him has always lacked that kind of texture, not to mention the level and depth that Lan Li hopes to present.On the third day of shooting, the curtain came to an end in countless "NG". A scene was filmed for three full days, and there was still no progress. The atmosphere of the whole crew was somewhat depressed, so that when the work of the fourth day officially began, everyone was a little bit disappointed.Having been shooting the same scene for three consecutive days without any progress, Lan Li's mood is inevitably a little impetuous, which is only worse for the bad state. However, he still forced himself to calm down, settle his thoughts, meticulously prepare for tonight's shooting, and try to avoid being affected by the negative emotions of the staff.With the sound of "start shooting", all of Lan Li's mixed emotions settled down, and all his attention was concentrated, taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath.He raised his head slightly, the back of his head was against the bus window, and an uncontrollable sadness was boiling in his chest. He opened his mouth wide and breathed like a fish out of the water, but even so, oxygen As if still unable to pass through the throat, the whole throat was stuck tightly. All the air was accumulated in the mouth like this. The dullness and siltation lingered all the time. The gurgling hot spring water sounded in my ears, and I had not had time to breathe. Tears just slipped down like this.He widened his eyes and tried to look up, but it was still to no avail. The hot and full tears piled up in large pieces. There was no need to close his eyes at all. The overflowing tears just slid down and wet his face; then The tears went out endlessly, the tears were too turbulent, and even reached his mouth, and started coughing violently, almost coughing out the entire lungs.Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing hard to swallow the cough, the entire eyebrows are violently knotted, that kind of piercing pain is torturing his nerves bitterly, the thick sorrow is slowly spreading between the eyebrows Come, start to fall, as if standing in quicksand, knowing that I am falling, but no matter how hard I struggle, I can't get rid of it, and then I watched myself, bit by bit, being swallowed up, heading for extinction. Disaster.Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to adjust his breathing and endured the crying, but the sharp and bitter pain came out from deep in his heart. The pain reached the extreme, all his patience and control vanished. The sound of crying leaked from the gap between the clenched teeth, and the heavy depression brought the torture to the extreme, which made people unbearable and couldn't imagine what kind of suffering it was.There was a groan/groan in his ear, as well as the sound of saliva swallowing and rubbing his hands, which made him turn his head, through the dim tears, watching the scene that was unfavorable for children. But his heart was ashamed, his eyes were not touched, he watched all this calmly, watching indifferently and desperately, and then lowered his eyes in pain, his hands pierced into the hair, crying uncontrollably. .The moan/groan in the ear is getting louder and louder, and it seems to have reached a climax/tide. The noisy noise is so ironic that he cried so completely that he couldn't help himself, and cried so completely that he couldn't breathe, and he could only do it again. He raised his head and breathed like a dying fish, but this kind of breathing was of no avail. It just lingered. Every time he breathed, he seemed to be one step closer to death. But more sadly, he had no plans to resist."Hand over the stinky money!" There was a dialogue in the ear. It was hard to imagine that such rough and vulgar words broke out in the thin and immature body. Close your eyes, as if the back of the bus was a journey. A woman who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but in fact, she is a prostitute, an underage prostitute.Tears seemed to have drained. He just sat there, his eyes were bloodshot, and they were exposed without any cover. There was no trace of movement or waves. Silence, everything was quiet, even deathly quiet, As if the soul has disappeared."Did you hear? Hand over all the bad money! Hurry up and hand over all the bad money! Do you think I like you? Hurry up and hand over the bad money! Now!"The harsh curse was worse than one, more urgent than one, and more terrifying than the other, like a demon crawling out of hell, condemning his debts.He couldn't help turning his head, staring blankly at the old and young, two desolate and embarrassed figures, but they were the same weak and small. He didn't know what it meant, he just stared at all this indifferently, and then saw the drunkard glaring at the chick/prostitute viciously, "Do you want money?" When the voice fell, he gave it viciously. He slapped the opponent, and the slap was so heavy that the thin body staggered and almost fell to the ground.Then, she raised her gaze and saw his eyes, her eyes turned. With resentment and sophistication in those immature eyes, as well as vulgarity and vulgarity, he looked at him up and down. He turned his head, withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and the remaining tears fell again, but his eye sockets were already dry, just There were still traces of tears on his cheeks, embarrassed.He lowered his eyes in a daze, hiding all his emotions, but the indifference and pain between his brows still hadn't had time to dissipate, slowly sinking bit by bit, the night outside the car window was so thick and dull. , Overwhelming, like giant beasts, can swallow them at any time.There was the hum of the bus engine in the air, and then Tony's voice rang abruptly, "Ka!"All the staff's eyes were projected towards Tony, waiting for the director's judgment and decision, including Roy and Nathan. In the shooting just now, Lan Li's performance was exceptional, full of emotions and vivid details. The sadness and bitterness that flowed from the depths of the soul were so clear and vivid on the face, as if the boundless sea of bitterness floated in it. Ups and downs, but still can't see the end, and can't find the end.Every staff member present can deeply and truly feel the turbulent and boiling emotions, like a volcano, gurgling, and then dragging everyone's ankles into the world that belongs to Henry. That kind of heaviness, that kind of richness, that kind of density, it almost makes people breathless.Is this Renly's best performance? There is no way to judge, but for this scene, it was the best performance of Lan Li in the past three days, and Tony did not interrupt the filming, and went all the way to the end smoothly. At least, this is a positive sign.Tony didn't speak immediately, which is a significant improvement compared to yesterday's ping-pong interruption. So, what exactly does Tony think?Lan Li felt extremely tired, but he didn't lose his mind or get into the drama too deeply. It was just the kind of endless pain that consumed countless energy and physical strength, as if he had just recovered from a drowning state, and more importantly, In the past few days, he has been "drowning" countless times, and both his body and spirit are undergoing severe tests.After adjusting his breathing, Lan Li looked at Tony and cast a questioning gaze. In the past few days, Tony had already vetoed it before it was time to watch the replay, and Lan Li himself felt that he was not in place, so he was not in a hurry to pass.Tony pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at Lan Li. Just when everyone thought he had made a decision, he held his chin again and fell into the second round of contemplation. The tight ups and downs caused the on-site staff to suffer and let out a sigh of disappointment.Lan Li was in a calm mind. He stood up and walked straight to Tony-at this time they were all in the bus. In addition to the actors and the driver, there were also directors, photographers and lighting crews ~www.novelhall.com~ The other members are all on the side of the road, can't hear or see clearly, and can only watch the situation in the bus through the monitor, which is undoubtedly even more suffering.Tony raised his head suddenly, raised his voice and said, "Len Li!" Then he saw that Lan Li was already close in front of him, which made him startled. The whole person jumped up, but then he calmed down and returned. Coming to the topic, he thought carefully and said, "I always feel that something is missing in this scene. But I'm not sure. To be honest, your performance just now was excellent, indeed excellent, but..."This feeling is terrible. It seems that everything is right, but it always feels wrong, but the point is that I can't tell a single reason. So this means, is it right or wrong? Tony pondered for so long and still couldn't find an answer. Therefore, his expression is also very hesitant.Unexpectedly, Lan Li also agreed and nodded, "I feel that way too." As an actor, his own feelings are the most direct. The performance is full enough, but there is always something missing. However, he is the person involved and cannot see his performance, so naturally he can't judge, "Shall we watch the replay?"After shooting the same scene for four days, it finally ushered in the first breakthrough.
