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Chapter 85 085. I don’t think it’s acting
Qiao Mu generously accepted the file sent by the other party.

I watched it on the spot.

Quite satisfied.

Mainly, the power of [The Ghost] was added to the performance through Qiao Mu's "guidance" to the actors.

If it was in ancient times, then Qiao Mu could use this to stage a drama that would cause people to go crazy like the real "King in Yellow".

It's a pity that without the help of [Xiao Gui], those actors may not be able to present such wonderful performances in their lifetime.

They will be trapped in this performance for the rest of their lives and will never be able to get out of the shadow of the past. No matter what wonderful performances they perform in the future or what career heights they reach, they will always be discussed behind their backs that their debut is the peak, and this is not the same as their debut. Comparison of works.

What a pity.

Qiao Mu felt as if he had inadvertently changed the trajectory of many people's lives.

[Qiao Mu]: I think it's very good, you will definitely get good reviews!
He can only encourage each other.

Li Changqing thanked Qiao Mu and confirmed it again before uploading the file to the Old Video Network.

It is said that this website is backed by their school's investment. This time, the teacher of the professional class of the work requested to upload it to the old video network, just send him a link.

Upload, review, all in one go.

Li Changqing sent the link to the teacher on WeChat. Immediately, he felt fatigued. The nearly week-long liver explosion made him unconscious at the moment. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

the other side.

Teacher Ding of the Editing and Directing Department of Jiangcheng Film and Television Academy received the message from Li Changqing. He glanced at the accompanying instructions and frowned slightly.

"Republic of China theme?"

He doesn't have much impression of Li Changqing, a student who can basically be regarded as the type with no talent.

There are more than 20 people in a class, and less than half of them will actually stay in this industry in the future. This still includes those who work as odd jobs in the crew.

It is impossible for Mr. Ding to know every student well.

It's just that he was a little curious about the subject of this short film.

You know, most of the submissions submitted by other students are campus urban themes, such as the pain of youth, brightness and sadness, and some are unique, including scenes of rebirth and returning to the past. This is the first time in recent years that the theme is about the Republic of China. See.

It's a campus theme, with everyone acting in their true colors, and just putting a little thought into the plot will be enough.

The theme of the Republic of China requires setting the scene, convincing Taoists, and playing people of that era. It is too difficult for these students.

It's like he once had a student who wanted to make a sci-fi short film about fighting zombies. But at the end of the filming, the assignment was not handed in and he had to fail the class.

In fact, this homework mainly focuses on the students' overall planning ability. A qualified director, apart from mastering the professional ability of camera details, communication and communication are very important. Basically, as long as the film can be produced, it can give A passing grade.

However, talented people can't hide it.

Teacher Ding remembers that there was a student who made a short film in class. It told a nonsensical story about someone dying after watching a literary film. The creativity and technique were quite good. Later, the student did achieve something. Talked.

He clicked on Li Changqing's link. It had just been uploaded not long ago, and the number of clicks must not have been much.

Clicking play, the teacher put down his phone and started watching seriously.

He is still very principled. No matter how bad the homework submitted by the students is, he must read it carefully and will not draw conclusions after only reading half of it.

But looking at it, Teacher Ding felt something was wrong.

This texture, this acting skill, doesn't feel like a student can achieve it.

No, this is definitely not something a student could take!

He paused immediately after watching it for 2 minutes, and recalled whether this was the content of the drama made by someone else.

But after searching the memory, Teacher Ding didn’t find out which drama it was from.

Looking down again, he quickly recognized the familiar person.

"Isn't this Song Li?"

Teacher Ding had heard about the girls from the Acting Department next door because they were pretty. He soon discovered that these main actors were indeed students.But are the acting skills of these students a bit too outrageous?
Especially when he saw the cold and sharp look in the warlord's eyes when he knocked down the assassinated waiter without changing his expression and without a beat of heart, and ordered him to be taken away.

It is difficult to show that state without killing a few people.

"I don't think it's acting."

Teacher Ding laughed self-deprecatingly.

Facts have proved that good acting skills can indeed enhance the sense of substitution.

Even in front of a computer with a small screen, Mr. Ding can still enter it.

Looking back, he even forgot that he was a teacher correcting homework, and just regarded him as an ordinary audience, watching these people come and go on the big stage of the times.

He seemed to see a hidden corner where young people were lurking and running, watching for the future.

He seems to have seen the warlords, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen fighting each other and dividing up the land at the banquet.

He seemed to see the unyielding eyes of the suffering people.

bang——

On the computer screen, fireworks exploded, making a dull sound.

Shining into the banquet hall through the window, Xia Yi with blood on his body was leaning against the table leg, and the camera was focused on his side face reflected by the fireworks.

Suddenly, a voice made him turn his head, and Xia Yi was in the classroom again.

Looking at the graduation wishes of each classmate, and then recalling their final ending, it is sad and sad.

"I would like to turn into a torch and bring a glimmer of light into this dark night."

In the video, Xia Yi was so angry that he said these words with determination.

Outside the window, fireworks bloomed again.

All the voices converged at this moment, like a pantomime.

But the silence only lasted a moment.

The next moment, a childish voice sounded.

"Outside the pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green and green"

The song "Farewell" covered all the sounds, and the picture turned white amidst the fireworks.

Teacher Ding couldn't help sniffing.

Maybe the children's chorus was too soft and hopeful, maybe Xia Yi's last eyes and words were too firm just now, maybe it's just that the atmosphere of this short film has reached its peak at this moment.

This made his nose sore and his eyes moist.

At this time, the screen lit up again, but it was some old black and white photos.

These photos come from reality, and are photos of heroes who once ran, struggled, and sacrificed for the common people.

Next to each photo, their names and biographies are written.

Many people's lives are fixed in the best years. They come from all corners of the country, only to come together for the same lofty ideal, even if they sacrifice their lives, they will not hesitate.

Seeing this, Teacher Ding was startled.

He never spoke or commented again. He just listened silently to the song "Farewell" and watched one photo after another appear and disappear, like meteors streaking across the sky.

When the short video was completely over and automatically paused, the teacher, who was almost at the age of knowing his destiny, slowly stood up, opened the drawer, took out a cigarette that he had not touched for a long time, went to the balcony, and lit one.

He looks into the distance.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

(End of this chapter)