Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing looked around and saw that there were all students and a middle-aged man with gray hair who looked like a teacher. He found an empty seat at the back and sat down without going over.

The show begins.

"Love in the 1980s" is a multi-act play. It seems that Meimei is very careful in arranging stage props. The black painted blackboard and some worn wooden tables and chairs give a more realistic representation of the 1980s. Campus scene.

Of course, in the play, Meimei borrowed from surreal and avant-garde works, blurring the beauty of certain places and using a few pieces of wood to represent sofas, beds, and stairs. Yu Dongqing really appreciates this.

The whole drama lasted for an hour and a half, and Yu Dongqing watched it carefully. From the perspective of a mature drama, this "Love in the 1980s" has many problems, including stage design, actors' positions, lines, and coordination. It all seems a bit childish.

But it is very rare that it is written by a sophomore, especially Meili, as the heroine, whose line skills and body and expression control are very good.

It seems that my sister-in-law is not only capable of directing, but also has acting talent.

When the actors took their bow at the end of the performance, warm applause broke out in the theater, and Yu Dongqing also stood up and applauded.

"Brother-in-law, how was your performance?" Meili came off the stage and ran over and asked with a smile.

"It's great, well directed and well acted." Yu Dongqing praised.

"Thank you for the compliment, we need to discuss and summarize." After saying that, Meili smiled and ran away.

Looking at her arrogant sister-in-law, Yu Dongqing couldn't help but shake her head.

A large group of students sat together and discussed the play just now, with heated words. This was of course necessary to point out the shortcomings of the performance and help the performers improve.

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing felt that it was not interesting. Seeing that Meimei was busy in the crowd and it was inconvenient to go over to say hello, he sent a WeChat message and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a thin boy stand up and say loudly.

"Don't make those ambiguous remarks. I think this drama is unqualified in terms of the screenwriter, director, and the performance of the main actors! In a word, this drama is garbage!"

As soon as the boy said this, the whole audience suddenly fell silent, but someone immediately stood up and retorted loudly: "Zhao Wei, don't be stupid here, what a big label! Why do you think you are trash?!"

The boy named Zhao Wei sneered and said calmly: "Of course I have reasons for saying this: First: As far as the director is concerned, the stage design of the entire script lacks a fulcrum! I think you know what a fulcrum is. A play without a fulcrum is just a lot of crosstalk! The same goes for stage design!"

"Second, there is a problem with actors' communication! Actors' communication is very important, communicate directly with their opponents, and communicate with themselves."

Seeing this person talking, Yu Dongqing stopped and thought about it and asked the girl named Han Qingqing sitting outside: "Classmate Han Qingqing, who is he? He talks so viciously?"

"His name is Zhao Wei. He is a freshman this year. He is a famous "venomous snake" in our drama. He speaks meanly and does not care about other people's feelings. He once made several girls cry." Han Qingqing replied in a low voice.

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing looked at Meimei, and saw that the girl's face turned red instantly, looking very unnatural.

This kid.

It's a bit unethical.

Zhao Wei talked a lot eloquently, and when he saw the students around him speechless, he felt a little proud in his heart.

He liked this feeling very much.

"This classmate, I think your comment is biased. I think the play rehearsed by classmate Meiliang is definitely not as bad as you said. On the contrary, I think it is excellent."

A low and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd. Everyone turned around and saw that it was a tall, handsome middle-aged man.

It was Yu Dongqing.

Zhao Wei also quickly turned around and saw the other person, whom he did not recognize.

Judging from his age, he shouldn't be a student, but I've never seen him among the teachers of Chinese opera.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wei couldn't help but ask.

"A bystander." Yu Dongqing smiled and responded: "Let me refute the questions you just raised based on this drama."

"First, you said that this play lacks a fulcrum. You are wrong. The so-called fulcrum means that people always like to rely on something when talking, including tables, pillars, people, etc. And I also correct a mistake you just made. Crosstalk also has Fulcrum. In the past, when doing cross talk, there would be a table. Now there is a microphone, even if there is no microphone, we use each other as the fulcrum instead of wandering around in front of the stage."

Watching Yu Dongqing talk eloquently, some students around him were talking in low voices.

"Hey, who is this guy? He's very talkative."

"do not know."

"I seem to know Meili very well."

Yu Dongqing spoke for nearly ten minutes before finishing, and then looked at Zhao Wei with a smile.

Zhao Wei's face was ugly. This arrogant person who didn't know where he came from actually made him speechless in his refutation.

Of course he was not angry: "Then you say, this play is perfect?"

"No, no, this play also has many shortcomings. I think the biggest problem is that the male protagonist's performance is a bit lacking. There are too many small moves that make him feel at a loss on stage. Also, his line skills need to be strengthened."

Of course Yu Dongqing was discussing matters as they happened, but some people were unconvinced.

He is a tall and tall boy who is the male protagonist of this play. His acting skills are relatively good among his classmates, so he is usually very arrogant.

Now when I heard what Yu Dongqing said, I immediately became unhappy and blurted out:

"You said there was something wrong with my performance and my line skills were not good enough. Why don't you go up and give it a try?!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

This middle-aged man did not study acting. He was just commenting on the matter, and what he just said was well-founded. Why should he be allowed to perform?

Isn’t this a very rogue sentence that I often hear: “You said this movie was not well acted? Why don’t you go make one?”

If he were young, Yu Dongqing would have rebuffed him without any politeness, but now that he is older, he is not so angry and just smiles and ignores it.

Meili was not happy after hearing this and asked the other party: "What do you mean? My brother-in-law is a music editor and not an actor, why should I let him act?"

"Then just be a quiet audience and don't push me!"

"you?!"

Meili's pretty face turned red with anger.

Yu Dongqing frowned slightly. Isn't this guy's words too damaging?

Do you have to be as harsh and mean as Zhao Wei to make you feel comfortable?

So he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try." After that, he walked to the stage.

"Brother-in-law." Meili couldn't help but stop her.

She knew that her brother-in-law was good at music, but this was a stage performance. She had never heard that her brother-in-law could act!

What if I go up and make a joke?

But Yu Dongqing stopped her with his eyes and strode onto the stage.