I really can't act

Chapter 28 Zhang Jianing

Leaving Ren Changhong's office and going downstairs, the rain that just started became heavier, and the wind was not polite, driving away the temperature on people's bodies. The only thing that could judge the strength of the wind was the distant pines and cypresses, the branches of this giant tree, I couldn't hold on even in the wind and rain, and had to sway.

Fang Yi didn't bring an umbrella, and he didn't want to get wet, so he leaned against the sofa in the rest room on the first floor. There were also some students who came to review their homework, and sometimes they would review until dawn and sleep on the floor, such as on the sofa opposite him. , there are books placed randomly, the weight of a small stack of papers cannot support the tension of the book itself, and it closes automatically, revealing the cover. "Basic Skills of Actors' Artistic Language" seems to be a sophomore.

Fang Yi couldn't help but read it. The owner of the book should have studied hard. He wrote a lot of notes on each page, but Fang Yi also wrote a lot; this kind of art book has many illustrations and blank space, which is convenient The record, what makes him feel amazing is that almost every few pages, there are often sketches of various objects, flowers and plants in a large blank space.This person is writing notes and listening to lectures, while constantly doing his own things.

Central Opera is an art school; in addition to the acting department, there are actually students who study screenwriting, dubbing, directing, photography, etc... Many people have several specialties, for example, Fang Yi is also very good at singing, It's at a quasi-professional level, and now he's no worse than a human dubber; drawing is nothing, but it's rare to do so frequently.

"Let happiness and melancholy divide my..."

Lines from Hamlet.

Maybe it's a senior who is going to rehearse a play, a senior in a higher grade.

Central opera students reviewing their homework is different from ordinary students. They do not restrain their voices. They are unobtrusive and rehearse in cadence. In the corridor, their voices pass through the door; the heating in the rest room is fully heated. stop.

In the confined space, there is the humming of the air conditioner, the reading in the corridor, and the quiet communication between the students; the rain falls on the glass window, and more and more blurs the vision outside the window, which is originally a product of the last century. , using immature smelting technology, the windows are not completely transparent, but light blue, containing impurities, and the light transmittance is poor.

In the rain, Fang Yi seemed to see a slightly longer grass emerging from under the pine and cypress tree.

The grass can actually move, it slowly rotates around the pines and cypresses, it was on the left side of the playground before, and slowly moves to the middle.

Has the grass grown mushrooms?The crown is upside down.

wrong.

It's a passerby.The umbrella was blown upside down by the strong wind.

He opened the window, and suddenly the cold wind blew in, and his clothes were wet. Looking back, even the "Basic Skills of Actors' Artistic Language" that had been opened just now seemed to be contaminated with a little water droplets. There was only a gap in the window, and the textbooks were brought over again. Sure enough, some of them were wet. He could only wipe the plastic-filmed cover with his clothes, but there was nothing he could do about the one or two sheets inside that were wet.

The person outside the window can be seen clearly now, I don’t know if it’s a man or a woman—there are too many people with a thin figure with long hair in school; the umbrella of that person was blown upside down by the wind, and he held the umbrella against the rain He folded his face back to cover himself, as if he was looking for something; but soon, the umbrella was blown over by the wind again. He barely grabbed hold of the umbrella and dragged it down, repeating the above actions repeatedly, but it didn't work.

Fang Yi closed the window, and ran up to find Ren Changhong—this one was drinking tea and reading novels, with his back to the door.

"Teacher Ren, let me borrow an umbrella."

"No~"

Ren Changhong didn't even bother to turn around.

Fang Yi took the umbrella and wanted to leave, but Ren Changhong said, "You can just take it; I already have an umbrella, and put it in the garage underneath; a student sent me one before, so I might as well just give it to you."

"Thank you, teacher."

He left the words and ran out directly with an umbrella. At this time, the rain seemed to be less than before. The central theater was very small, and the distance between the pines and cypresses and the teaching building was very short. The man in the rain is gone.

So Fang Yi planned to go back to his residence, thinking of the textbooks that he had unintentionally wet.

So many notes were written on it, it must have been carefully.

He returned to the rest room on the first floor, but it was still empty; there were other pens on the desktop where the "Basic Skills of Actors' Artistic Language" textbook was placed. Fang Yi picked it up and identified it as a mechanical pencil. It was just behind the cover of the textbook. Names page, writing, "Sorry for getting some pages wet."

"Zhang Jianing."

master of the book.

It's male or female, it looks like female, but it's hard to say.

Isn't the word "Yi" used by both men and women?

The rain outside the window gradually decreased.

He thought for a while, and hung the umbrella he got from Ren Changhong, a completely black, big open umbrella for men, by the sofa.

Continue to write: "I will pay you an umbrella."

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"Beauty" magazine.

The magazine's readers are mainly urban female white-collar workers and young women in Kochi. They focus on fashion and clothing. In today's declining paper media, it once bucked the trend and sold more than [-]; Shasha, the Chinese version of "Vogue"...but in a small area in East China and North China, it can also be called the second-tier top stream.

The cooperation with "Telford" chocolate is the glory of "Beauty".

Mars Group, the parent company of "Telford", is a well-known foreign candy manufacturer, with a family wealth of 897 billion US dollars, ranking third in the world; Mars Group entered China in 89, and "Telford" was its sole proprietorship in China. Since then, it has become a leading brand in related industries in mainland China and has continued until now.

Mars has a lot of experience in TV advertising. They are keenly aware that its relatively high price is not suitable for children with low disposable consumption power. In China, it is necessary to change their concepts; so they target young people with a certain income Men and women; chocolate, gradually endowed with romantic, sweet and other elements, and the bombardment of advertisements for more than ten years is bound to brainwash the audience.

"Every day of your beautiful life is accompanied by Defu."

This coincides with the main users of "Beauty" magazine.Consumerism is like this. It always combines ordinary things with some noble and rare values ​​​​in human beings, creating the illusion that owning products means having value.

But that's the beauty of "fashion," ah, deceiving.

The deputy editor of "Beauty", Zhang Yangbing, who usually likes to be called Barrie, has returned from studying in France and believes in the philosophy of deception.

Deception, first of all, needs to satisfy people's psychological needs.To meet people's psychological needs, we must first meet people's physiological needs.

The candidate for the female lead of the advertisement has been determined by the management of Mars in Greater China; and the audition for the male lead went through two rounds, and thousands of resumes, including video materials, etc. were received; in the hands of Barrie, only There are more than 30 copies left, some of which have been contacted by the model himself, and the information has been supplemented.

Barrie didn't want to see if there were any hidden gems in the other crooked melons, what he wanted to see were these real high-quality men.

(End of this chapter)