I'm just an actor

Chatted with the two old men for a while, took a walk for a while, and when they returned to the room slowly, Xu Rong sat down on the stool again.

Staring at the dark night in ecstasy.

During the chat, most of the time, the two old men were talking, and he was responsible for listening.

They talked about a wide range of topics. The last sentence was six or seventy years ago, the next sentence was a few days ago, the last sentence talked about the flowering and fruiting of the pomegranate tree, and the next sentence will follow this medium and talk about the small sheep pen. Mr. Qi, who has a pomegranate tree in the middle, naturally cannot avoid mentioning Mr. Lao She, and when mentioning Mr. Lao She, it is inevitable to talk about Toby Robertson and Arthur Miller.

At this time, Xu Rong only felt that his mind was in a mess, because he had received too much information in a day, so that it was difficult to sort out his thoughts in a short time.

Mr. Lan Tianye said that the experience should start with professional actors, and he also said that he should improve his cultural accomplishment and collect. He also mentioned the endless "big momentum" in his notes.

Uncle Zhu Xu said that it should be "reasonable" and not "wrong". From some old events in the early years, he vaguely mentioned that the relationship between the three elements of action (what to do, why to do, and how to do) is not currently the most A simple logical connection that the actor thinks.

Some of these things are practiced by him himself, and he understands them more deeply, while others, he is relying on his own talent. As for why, he has never noticed, and his relatively "lack" of performance experience has not yet been realized. Allows him to focus on these minutiae.

It's just that the time is too short, and he has neither the time nor the opportunity to find out the root cause.

Because the two old men's "I'm tired, it's time to rest." really made him helpless.

"Xiao Xu, where are you, why haven't you gone back to the house to rest?"

Xu Rongzheng was stroking his thoughts bit by bit, and suddenly heard Sun Dan's voice, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Sister Sun, you haven't rested, why, can't you sleep comfortably in another place?"

Sun Dan is not tall, and his face and body are both slightly fat. He is currently the director of the art department in the courtyard. Although he is in his early 50s, he still looks like 37 or [-] years old. When he is not smiling, the corners of his eyes There are almost no wrinkles around the cheeks. In "Home", she plays Gao Keding's wife and his fifth aunt.

Sun Dan was born as an actor, but since he was engaged in administrative work, he has seldom appeared on stage in recent years, but now it is the time when the courtyard employs people, even Hu Jun, who is floating outside all day, is called out by Zhang Heping She came back to participate in the [-]th anniversary celebration performance. As a cadre, she naturally couldn't escape being caught.

Sun Dan sat next to him, sighed and said, "I have something on my mind, how can I sleep."

The smile on Xu Rong's face froze slightly, and then asked with concern: "What's the matter, Sister Sun?"

"My father-in-law is in the hospital." Sun Dan moved a little closer, "I went shopping today and accidentally fell down the stairs. I don't know the exact situation."

Xu Rong already understood the purpose of Sun Dan's visit, and he didn't want to embarrass him, so he asked, "Then, is there anyone at home to take care of it?"

"My husband is taking care of me in the hospital, but my mother-in-law's legs are inconvenient." Sun Dan sighed heavily and long again, "How do you think I can sleep when something like this happened at home?"

Xu Rong knew that with Sun Dan's situation, it would be impossible not to quit acting, even if he forced him to stay here, his heart might not be able to focus on the show, so he immediately stood up and said: "Then sister Sun, why are you hesitating?" , go, pack your things and I'll take you back."

Sun Dan looked at Xu Rong without any hesitation, got up quickly and said, "Xiao Xu, don't bother you, let me tell you, it has no other meaning, I just want to go back and have a look every day."

Xu Rong tugged at her arm, more anxious than her, and said, "My sister grandson, you didn't tell me about such an urgent matter earlier. Work is important, but family is the rear for us to work with peace of mind. Hurry up!" Go back to the house and pack your things, and I'll drive you home right away."

Sun Dan cleaned up faster than he thought. As soon as he parked the car at the door, Sun Dan went out with his bag and luggage.

Xu Rong didn't think there was anything wrong. If something happened to him, he would run home without saying a word, and he wouldn't even hesitate to think for a long time.

After getting into the car, Sun Dan sat on the co-pilot and said apologetically, "Xiao Xu, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect such an accident to happen."

"Sister Sun, what are you talking about? If I really want to say it, I'm sorry for you." Xu Rong said with a smile, "It's also because of you. To tell you the truth, if it were me, I would have driven back home."

"Haha."

Sun Dan smiled and said, "But don't worry, I've already told Li Zhen that she will pick up my role tomorrow morning."

"Sister Sun, please." Xu Rong understood the meaning behind Sun Dan's words, "I will explain the situation to the two old men and the dean tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Xiao Xu."

After sending Sun Dan home, Xu Rong passed by the window of the main room where the lights had been turned off, and when his eyes swept over the window sill, he stopped suddenly.

He suddenly thought of a question, did the old man guess that he peeked at the notes?
Maybe you guessed it, maybe you didn't.

But this is exactly where he was puzzled.

When he came to the door for the first time, Mr. Zheng gave him all the notebooks he had written for many years. After the official production of "Thunderstorm", the old man taught him hand in hand, lest he make a wrong step.

In the memories of Pu Cunxi's generation, Mr. Zheng has always been serious, unsmiling, and old. Even for his generation, he is still a dignified big brother.

As for Lan Tianye and Uncle Zhu Xu, their tempers were just the opposite. In comparison, their personalities and dealings with others were much gentler.

But when it comes to their attitude towards him, their attitude has simply changed.

It doesn't make sense to say that the two old men, Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu, cherish their brooms, because the two old men always mention him intentionally or unintentionally.

what is the problem?

He guessed a little in his heart that Mr. Zheng was old after all, and his body was not as healthy as before.

As for Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu, although they are equally old, they are busy with work all day long. In terms of hard work, they don't look like they have retired for 20 years at all.

Probably they are not in a hurry.

The specific situation is probably equivalent to Pu Cunxi and his categorical attitude towards young actors. Pu Cunxi is only a few years away from retirement, so he attaches great importance to the cultivation of successors, but he doesn't think it matters, because even if he only lives to 70 years old, there will be more in the future. In the 50s and [-]s, there was no need to worry at all.

Sitting in front of the desk after washing, Xu Rong fell into deep thought as he stared at the handwriting written today in his notebook.

At a certain moment, he suddenly reached out and closed the notebook and put it in the drawer, and reopened the script.

He realized another layer of the same meaning from the words of old man Lan Tianye and Uncle Zhu Xu.

Lan Tianye said that every actor has his own personality.

Zhu Xu told him to be "reasonable". Of course, this "reason" is his own reason. When he talked about a technique, he talked about an interesting story when he was rehearsing "Death of a Salesman", because at the beginning, he I have imitated foreigners.

At that time Arthur Miller asked him: Is there no "Charlie" in China?

Lan Tianye's method is based on his own materials, just like he can't teach Xiao Zhang to act. It has reference value, but he can't copy it mechanically.

Moreover, it is always shallow on paper.

He remembered a certain behavior a long time ago, but at that time he had to give up due to energy reasons.

This time, he wanted to try again.

Early the next morning.

"Eight hundred pacesetters rushed to the north slope"

"Eight, eight, eight"

Huang Wei, who was lying on the bed, turned over and frowned subconsciously. What annoyed her most was being disturbed early in the morning when she was sleeping soundly.

On another bed not far away, the small Han Qing lay across the bed, not disturbed by the noise outside the window at all.

After turning over for about six or seven seconds, Huang Wei suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the golden sunrise squeezed in through the gap between the curtains and the window, and after staring for a few seconds, he suddenly lifted the quilt.

"It's over, it's over."

"Han Qing, Han Qing, Teacher Han Qing."

Han Qing opened her eyes in a daze. Yesterday she moved first, and after she arrived, she tidied up and cleaned the new residence for a long time, but she was very tired, and she still wanted to sleep a little longer.

She mumbled and said vaguely, "What's the matter?"

Huang Wei hurriedly changed her clothes, and when she heard Han Qing's doubts, she stopped her movements suddenly, turned her head, pointed out the window, and said in a low voice, "Listen."

"Artillery side by side running north"

"Eight, eight, eight"

"Mother, what do you want me to do?"

Hearing the high or low, thick or sharp voices, Han Qing jumped off the bed.

Everyone outside was doing morning classes, but the two of them slept with their heads covered one by one.

"It's over, it's over, it's really over now."

Xu Rong was a little surprised when he saw Han Qing and Huang Wei coming out of the room with their heads shrunk and their backs bowed.

Han Qing was small, with a baby face, and he always acted as a child in the courtyard, and Huang Wei had just graduated from Chinese opera last year, so he was also recruited.

He didn't say anything, after all, he was tired all day yesterday.

As for whether they are usually like this, it is not his concern. Everyone must be responsible for their own choices. After all, he is not their parents, and it is impossible for him to do his best to supervise whether they are working hard every day.

Opera pays attention to singing voice, kung fu, hands, eyes, body, method, steps, no sound, no singing, no movement, no dance. Although the requirements of drama are not so comprehensive, as a craft, if it is not practiced for three to five years, it will still be abandoned.

Han Qing and Huang Wei couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and get in. There were twenty or so people in the front and back yards, some of them were practicing voice, some were practicing body shape, but they were the only ones who fell asleep on the first morning after moving in. Too much.

But after waiting for a while, the preaching they expected did not appear. Neither the two old seniors, nor the teachers such as Xu Dui and Lan Faqing, etc., did not say a word. It seemed that no one noticed the two of them together late.

But they knew that when they went out, many people paid attention to them, but no one spoke.

But the more this was the case, the more disturbed they felt, and they even would rather someone come over and quarrel with them.

But no, everyone was busy with their own affairs, even the two old men who were just exercising simply didn't seem to see them at all.

Beside Xu Rong, Li Kelong with a pimple-faced face listened to his voice. When he stopped, he looked at him curiously and asked, "Xiao Xu, why does your voice sound a little weird?"

Xu Rong looked at him rather "surprised", and asked, "Weird?"

Li Kelong touched it for a while: "Well, it feels like, like an arrow with a rope, it can be retracted after being shot."

Xu Rong gave him a thumbs up: "Ms. Li is amazing, how about I teach you?"

Li Kelong's feelings are not the results he expected. "Arrow with a Rope" is because the beginning and end of his pronunciation are consistent with the mouth shape, so the listener will have this feeling.

But the "arrow" metaphor wasn't what he expected.

The purpose of the voice is to be pleasant to the ear. In his ideal state, his words can give people the feeling that they can be "rounded" like beads.

Li Kelong looked at the sudden light on Xu Rong's face, keenly sensed something was wrong, and patted his lower abdomen dryly: "I feel that the abdominal muscles have been a little loose recently, and I can't change the single and polyphonic tone. I will do a few sets Sit-ups, abs, abs."

Huang Wei always felt that someone was always looking at her. Seeing Li Kelong approaching Xu Rong, she walked over in small steps. She was recruited by Xu Rong, so she was somewhat close, and he was also the vice captain. She felt that it was necessary Admit your mistakes to him.

"Captain Xu, I'm sorry, I."

Xu Rong saw a tall tall man with an oval face and Huang Wei standing in front of him, with his fingers twisted together, like a little maid who was bullied, he waved his hands, blocking the shame in her heart, and said: "It's nothing to worry about." Apologize to me."

Seeing that she was still arguing, Xu Rong took the conversation back again and said, "Have you been in the hospital for more than a year? Let me see your basic skills."

Huang Wei stared at him blankly, quickly took a breath, and relaxed the muscles of all parts of the body.

Xu Rong said without thinking: "The power of the lips."

Huang Wei's lips changed rapidly: "ba, bi, bu, bai, bo."

"Relax, keep your voice forward, don't raise your throat." Xu Rong said something and then continued, "Lips and teeth."

"ca, ci, cu, cai, cuo."

"Tongue."

"Da, di, du, dai, duo."

"The fit of the lower lip and upper teeth."

"fa, fei, fu, fou, fo."

"Go to the middle of the tongue."

"ga, gei, gu, guai, guo, sa, si, su, sai, suo"

Xu Rong looked at Huang Wei and nodded: "Compared to last year's exam, the improvement is obvious, and the shape is very good. When you practice your breath and voice in the future, don't rush, and don't ask for it. Pay attention to finding each The output point of the power of words, practice word by word."

Xu Rong gave an extremely objective evaluation. With basic skills in this field, Xiao Zhang, who hadn't graduated two years ago, can beat Huang Wei, a single dog, by ten streets!
"Well, thank you Team Xu."