I really can't act

Chapter 26 Exam
It's Thursday again.

Fang Yi, who had been skipping classes for the past three weeks, did not hand in a leave note, saying that he had a cold, but sat in the classroom honestly, waiting for the public teacher who "could bully him" to hand out the final exam papers.

Yes, with the arrival of the third month, the public classes that ended earlier have entered the stage of the end.

When it comes to the final exam, even Ren Changhong, who has great powers, cannot let the students miss class.

Fortunately, the public class is not difficult for everyone.

The topic of the exam is to write a thesis, analyzing the camera arrangement of an early cult film "Singing at Midnight".

Movies such as Guai Tan and Liao Zhai have been popular in the market for a while; the cost is relatively low, and the acting skills of the actors are not high;

After a period of time, there are too many such films that are crudely produced, killing the market.

In the next 20 years, there were very few ghost talk movies.

This public class teacher is from the 60s. When she was young, this type of film was all the rage.It also has its characteristics of the times, because the frankly depicted movies cannot be passed, and gradually entrusted to ghosts and monsters; a bit Qu Yuan used the "vanilla beauty" to express his ideas and express his distress;
In addition, mainstream commercial films, such as war, history, and love...the cost of the former two is so high that the studios on the verge of decline can no longer afford it independently, while the latter has many restrictions. The kiss scene caused a sensation in the whole country, and the leading actors reported it frequently, and debated whether there was a need for a kiss scene and whether there should be a real kiss. The debate lasted for several years. Although the result was an artistic victory—this is not a good reputation for the leading actress after all. ;The heroine at that time simply ran to the United States to save her from dire straits;

Unlike the kiss scene, mainland China had an outrageously large screening scale for blood plasma and body parts (as you understand), but this film was released without any cuts, and it was indeed a sensation; because of its obvious reference to the plot of "The Phantom of the Opera", Relatively low value in art history.

There are several difficulties in this question. One is to know the movie "Singing at Midnight".The second is to be able to compare with works that have been borrowed from abroad. Quasimodo in "Notre Dame de Paris" is similar, which is completely crazy; there is "Phantom of the Opera", which still has truth, goodness and beauty in the madness; The protagonist's image is closer to the latter, from which we can also see the general character of the nation in the subconscious of mainland literary and art workers.

"You can open the book." The teacher reminded. "Normal break between classes, go to the bathroom, but can't talk. The paper can probably write three to four thousand words, you can write as much as you can, don't overwrite - if you overwrite, raise your hand and ask me for paper; I try not to Pass your subjects, but now the college has a requirement for the rate of passing subjects, so some of you may have to accept ugly scores, you have to work harder in the exam, you can handle it yourself..."

"Wow~"

There was a sound of frogs in the hall.

Fang Yi had already written part of his essay, but when he looked up, many people in front of him flipped through the book over and over again, but did not write.

Reading volume is too small.

If you haven't seen the movie, you can't write.

Students who want to be stars also feel aggrieved: Who will watch cult movies?Dogs don't even look!

Those who really do this business should actually watch it.

Now there is a strange phenomenon, some actors have not even seen many movies, and the number of readings is not as good as that of ordinary movie lovers who have watched a lot; but they have acted in movies openly, and often post announcements to brag about their acting skills.

At the break, Fang Yi had already finished writing the thesis. He didn't fill it up, so he thought it was pretty good, so he was the first to hand it in. The teacher nodded appreciatively when he saw his writing.

"Fang Yi, you have another courier, and it's still from the postal service."

Fang Yi said he had received it, but the teacher asked, "Is it a contract for a new play?"

He smiled and didn't deny it.The teacher then marked his thesis and put it aside separately to distinguish it from the papers that will be handed in later.

The one who handed in the paper afterwards was precisely Song Yi who hadn't appeared in class for a long time.

She looked at what happened strangely, but didn't have the guts to ask.

——This kind of marking behavior is illegal.

Yang Xi really worked hard to push his own soldiers.

There is a special world in the corridor, students who don't know about movies gather together to ask those who know, Song Yi wanted to play with Fang Yi, but was stopped.

"Student Song, please do one thing..."

Song Yi's temper was simply very good, she took it as if she didn't have any troubles.

The people around her took out the hidden pens and took shorthand on their arms, palms and other places.

Song Yi said: ""Midnight Singing" is a fable. There was a student who was about to take the college entrance examination. During the winter vacation, he went to a place called Si Ruolan, where there was a faint warm light. That night, it rained. Unable to return, the student stopped at Ruolan Temple and fell asleep hastily; however, someone called him at night, and he opened his eyes to see that it was the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva of Ruolan Temple, who had turned into an 80-year-old grandmother. Holding up the thermos bottle in his hand, he said it belonged to the student he picked up, and asked, is this bottle a gold bottle, a silver bottle, or..."

Fang Yi gradually laughed.

He waited for Song Yi to finish speaking, during this period, no one came to bother him.He said, "You lie like this, they know it, it's not to offend others."

Song Yi said, "I offended them a long time ago; these people just watch people order food. If I can act like you, they will come over to praise me again and forget everything."

Fang Yi: "Why did you offend them before?"

Song Yi: "The long paper that Ren Changhong asked for last time, except for our higher grades, the others were on the verge of passing. Don't you think it's strange?"

Fang Yi walked some distance before he suddenly realized, "I asked you to show them the videos I acted in for reference, but you didn't give any of them, did you?"

Song Yi stamped his feet, "Why should I give it to them?"

"Aren't you a recorder? I made up this position. I mean, aren't you in charge of recording?"

"Will those who record videos have to work in vain? If they have the ability, they can also go up and perform. If I make a good film, the deity can watch it; but, they don't have the ability."

Fang Yi looked around, but saw no one: "You are really not afraid of being smashed to pieces."

"It's because you are too noble to know the sufferings of the world. It took me so long to understand what happened two months ago."

"Student Fang Yi, you are really slow!"

Song Yi pointed at Fang Yi's chest, held him down, stretched out his hand into the sink, dipped some, and suddenly threw Fang Yi's face, Fang Yi wanted to chase, but she went to the women's toilet first.

——On the contrary, I ran into a shorter girl with long hair; maybe it was another department; Fang Yi and her both stood in front of the mirror, Fang Yi wanted to wipe off the water droplets on his body, and the girl wanted to wash her hands. The pupils of the eyes are dilated, not very energetic, and the line of sight happens to be looking at Fang Yi's eyes.

Just looking at it like this, but doing her own thing very naturally, the place where her palms and backs meet, the small fish muscle area, is black like the ash of a carbon pen - just like what art students often do.

Is your eyesight so bad?

It's the first time I've seen this girl, but she's strangely familiar, because I can't see her, even if she looks at each other for so long, she looks the same, washing her hands meticulously, Fang Yi feels that she is observing him, but her posture is really too natural.

There were no fluctuations, her light brown pupils reminded people of autumn; if she could see it, from this mirror, she should also be able to look at a pair of black pupils, full of doubts.

"Please let me go." She suddenly laughed, not knowing why.

Fang Yi turned sideways, seeing the other party leave, feeling a little lost, wondering if he missed something.

On the corridor back, the center had turned into Bai Yu, the boy who had known Fang Yi once; after he and Fang Yi warmly greeted each other, they continued to retell the content of the exam questions with embarrassing expressions.

There are still a bunch of people listening.

That’s how learning to act is like that. You can also act when you’re mixed up, and you can also act if you study hard.But those who study hard may not be able to really act, and those who are foolish may not be able to really stop acting.

What Bai Yu told was the correct version of the story: "The heroic male protagonist has a deep love for the beautiful and kind-hearted rich girl, but because of the difference in status, he is not allowed by the other party's domineering parents..."

Those who have a little bit of film knowledge, when they hear this, they should have at least five works with similar contradictory beginnings in their minds.

Song Yi, who had had enough of playing peek-a-boo, jumped out, showing a look of shock: "So it's like this?"

Bai Yu was inconceivable seeing Grade No.2 speak like this, "Don't you know the plot?"

Song Yi said, "I heard it from someone else, and I told it to someone else..." With an aggrieved and ashamed expression, "So I made a mistake."

Bai Yu said honestly, "It's okay, there's still time to talk."

Song Yi pursed his lips and smiled triumphantly, turned his back on them and winked at Fang Yi.

It's really in the palm of your hand.

Fang Yi returned to the classroom, and in the remaining class, he was going to finish the idle book "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" that he hadn't finished.He followed the bookmarks made by pine and cypress leaves to find the content he watched last time.After the bookmark is changed from a portrait to a leaf, it is more convenient.

The slender, green and reddish pines and cypress leaves with slightly velvet lay quietly in a corner of the book.

—Fortunately, I'm not as dull as they are.

Fang Yi raised the book in his hand and chose to adjust his posture.

(End of this chapter)