I really can't act

Chapter 20 The World Is Not Normal

This time, Ren Changhong came to the professional class of the acting department. Before it started, the classroom was already full of people.Students in autumn and winter wear gray and white clothes, like groups of sardines caught in a net in the sea, densely drilling into the mesh mouth of hope for life.

"Student Fang...Congratulations, congratulations..."

"Fang Shen, I heard that you were on CCTV, and I found that episode to watch the film again." Stretching out my thumb, I clicked my tongue, "Amazing!"

The classmates congratulated Fang Yi, and they came in order; these students entered the society earlier than other majors, and they are much more mature, and they all want to make a good impression in front of the strong.

In fact, there may not be anyone who can compare to Fang Yi right now. There are those who make micro-movies; there are those who act in dramas; Those who signed the contract include... the 09 Central Opera Performance Troupe. Just looking at the beginning, it seems that there are a lot of talents, and their names will go down in history.

However, it is easier to judge whether an actor has potential, not the present, but the future.

Perhaps this is too vulgar, but their spiritual roots are long in the face.

There is such a theory in performance that the public's impression of an artist's acting skills does not lie in his average performance level, but in his peak level; It is the upper limit of what acting skills can achieve.

"In the future, I will be down and out. Speaking of which, at least one of Fang Yi's classmates can hype up the topic. If he can really become popular..." The idea is nothing more than that.

Bai Yu, who had known Fang Yi before, waved at Fang Yi from a distance this time, and then bowed his head to preview his homework, but he didn't come over. He was sitting in the first row.He concentrated on reading the book and didn't seem to have time to look at Fang Yi.

Think about what Fang Yi is doing?
He is fishing?

Do not!impossible.

From the corner of his eyes, he slightly glanced at the protagonist.It is a handsome young man, leaning on the table, flipping through the pages of the book. I don’t know when he started, but when I look at him, everything has already started; his fingers are very white and clear Yes, push the paper away, put it down again, push it away...and...

Even such monotonous movements, he has a unique sense of rhythm and beauty in doing them.

How could such a scene be related to fishing between classes?
Song Yi, who came to the class with Fang Yi, was treated more enthusiastically. The classmates thought that her current success might be replicated, and they could fool her into getting resources; Anyone who comes can win Song Yi's polite smile.

"Student Song, I really envy you... I should be able to receive a lot of films in the future..."

She said, "Where is it, how is it possible?"

Ask again: "Is there a friend to help?"

She replied: "No, it's just luck to be able to reach the stars this time, and I will have to endure a little bit in the future. I have no hope of where I can go."

Such words are unbelievable, and people who ask often will pick up their mobile phones.

"Can I exchange contact information?"

Song Yi kept fingers, saving many people's numbers.Because there are too many to save, she can only use pinyin instead of the name of the contact person.

On the contrary, other people also want Fang Yi to be like this, but Fang Yi seems to have an aura of repelling others thousands of miles away. He quietly flipped through the textbooks next to classmate Song. Exudes a kind of atmosphere that I am very gentle but I am too busy to come over. Thinking about it, it seems that I have never heard of him being angry, but I feel that I want to be inferior, and I will not come up to make fun of him.

Let's find classmate Song Yi.She looks kinder-hearted.

And she has nothing on her hands.

So there are more people on her side.

"Students—today is a line class."

Ren Changhong appeared at the door, clasped the textbook with his arms, and slapped several times rhythmically, making the classroom quiet.Find a place to sit down.

He seems to have eaten too many citrus these days, and his complexion is a little yellow. The teacher looked down the stage and saw Fang Yi and Song Yi, who were not far away from the back row, also came, and it was rare for two people to come at the same time. All together, the mood immediately improved:

"Classes begin!"

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"It's not very useful for you to save so many phones; maybe they don't really want to know you."

Ren Changhong's voice is still long and mellow, which is very suitable as the background sound for doing other chores.It was also at this time that Fang Yi wrote a note and threw it to Song Yuna who was sitting two or three meters away.

This person has been on the phone almost non-stop since he was in class.

This is a method of recording phone calls. They are more commonly used, that is, to replace the names of people who are too late to write down on the spot with pinyin, English, characters, etc., and then change them back with Chinese characters when you have time; you can also leave it alone. This is naturally another magical effect; in the New Year's movie "Mobile Phone", Yan Shouyi missed something in the text message sent by his mistress. If Comrade Yan uses a code name, it is not easy to associate it. pass.

Song Yi who received the note opened it and read it, then held it back and thought about it, but unexpectedly, he got up and sat next to Fang Yi.

This movement was abrupt, and the sound must be louder than that of Ren Changhong. The students in the back row couldn't help but stare.

Now Fang Yi felt uncomfortable, he said, "What are you doing?"

"I didn't bring my textbook."

Song Yi typed on his own.

Fang Yi saw her textbook not far away, looked at her again, and shook his head helplessly.

"Students, we always say that lines are one of the basic skills of an actor, it is the foundation..." Ren Changhong patted the table to cheer, and when he talked about his rise, "Actually, even a very advanced actor needs to hone his line skills For decades, lines are a lifetime effort, and today we speak one of the things that are easy to learn but difficult to master, and speak the written language naturally..."

Song Yi raised his head and glanced at Fang Yi's textbook, there were notes written on it.The handwriting is also nice.

She said, "I'm going to copy your notes later, I'll read them when I go back; I can copy some first in class."

Is that right?

Fang Yi couldn't find any other reason. He listened to Changhong's class a little more carefully, remembering what was written in his hand more concisely.

Although he may not agree with the opinions of the people on stage, there is only one standard in the examination paper, which is Ren Changhong's standard.

He also had to write seriously.

Song Yi—who is much shorter than him, even when sitting—glanced at the textbook, gradually went up, to the chest, to the Adam's apple, to the chin, and then hurriedly fell back to the phone screen.

The Adam's apple suddenly moved, "Song Yi, I won't lend you too long."

"I know!"

Song Yi hastily agreed.

She bowed her head to type on the phone again, thought for a while, put the phone on the table, typed a few words, deleted them, and typed them in again.

Sometimes I look upwards, looking dazzled.

This kind of typing, I'm afraid I can't finish typing until the phone is turned off.

Because it was winter, her ears were well protected by the fleece cover, and she didn't know the color.

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"The notes I made for you last time; this time, I will temporarily take away your book for you to help me."

That's what Song Yi said; she forcibly took away Fang Yi's textbooks.

And Fang Yi owes Song a favor, not just this little note; the broadcast of the film a few days ago also had the factor that Song Yi wanted to come to him in the first place.

There is no cause without effect.

Well, always have to pay.

After saying goodbye to Song Yi, Fang Yi wanted to finish the book he hadn't finished last time. He passed by the pine and cypress tree with a horizontal bar between the library and the teaching building, and stopped here.

The tree is thinner, but even in winter, it still keeps growing new leaves, but it grows more slowly; the soil under the tree is scattered with its fallen branches and leaves.Because it fell more than before, it barely covered the soil, and there were a few lingering couples sitting around the trunk.

Fang Yi walked around the tree a few times, looking for a leaf that was in good condition and full.Keep it as a bookmark for future reading.

However, by this time in the afternoon, the leaves had already been stepped on several times, which did not satisfy him.

Maybe lovers have some under their buttocks, but Fang Yi is embarrassed to make these people get up. To find such leaves, I am afraid that it will be very early in the morning. The leaves have just fallen one round at night, and no one has stepped on them.

He didn't stay any longer, and went straight to the library; there was usually no one on duty at the book return desk on the first floor; then he went to the third floor, where popular literature was kept, it should be row No.11, the third row of bookshelves.

There are people everywhere along the way.On weekdays, like the time when Song Yi saw him, he hid on the low stool between the bookshelves, that kind of position, and the separate small round table near the balcony, the better air, the tea room sofa for students to rest... these positions , It is difficult to occupy it at ordinary times, if you want to come early before dawn, let alone now.

By winter, studies have gradually become busy, even the most unpopular one, the large square table in the hall that can seat ten people, is rarely free now.

Of course, it is impossible for them to read miscellaneous books.

Fang Yi likes to watch it because he knows his own faults; no matter how outstanding an actor is, he can't perform things that he has never felt before.

The stories and experiences in the miscellaneous books are not available to Fang Yi now and in the future, and in reality, but they will be used in the performance.

Search for a book with a black back from Lin Lang's book group.

"Xu Sanguan Sells Blood".

found it.

This book is lying here quietly.

He opened it, and he couldn't quite remember where he saw it last time; there was a thin sheet in the middle of the book, he thought it was a portrait painted by him, but the painting was gone, replaced by a pine leaf .

At first glance, it was exactly the plot he had broken off before.

However, Fang Yi took the book and walked to the nearest window, where the school's pine and cypress trees stretched their limbs with the wind, the lovers who were lingering before were still lingering under the tree, but those who stayed before would not stay forever.He imagined himself standing there while someone stared at him through the window.

How would I know, what am I looking for?

The leaf shows its inner veins in the sun, and from a thin almost invisible line, spreading out its veins, and thick mesophyll.

[In the second and a half months after enrolling, the world is not normal]

　Thanks to the book friend Ling Yuange for the reward, thank you.Thanks to the book friend zhgo for the reward, this book will not be a eunuch, I expect that there are still many movies that have not started yet, and have not entered the real career line; thank the book friend 20181222105336681 for the reward; thank the book friend Robot Blood Thank you for your reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)