There is light in the deep sea

"I hated Lin Yi." After standing at the door for 2 minutes, Xie Wu squatted down, staring at the two inches of land under the steps in front of him, his voice was a little low, "I don't know what Lao Xie thinks, anyway, I used to think that Lin Yi betrayed us."

Jiang Xichen also squatted down, and existed beside him in a quiet and accompanying posture, without any intention of talking, like a tree hole.

Xie Wu seemed to think about a lot of things, but he didn't say anything after all.

Thanks to Lao Xie’s generosity and optimism, although he did not have his mother by his side at a young age, he still grew up healthy and happy; his adolescence was somewhat unpleasant, and it had nothing to do with family splitting. Gained comfort.In general, his parents' divorce and family breakdown didn't hurt him too darkly.

But in the long road of growth, there is always a period of rebellion, and there is always a period of secondary school with active fantasy.When he was rebellious and in the second year of middle school, he seldom thought of himself as a young hero born to save the world, but felt sorry for himself, and always felt that someone owed him something.This "who" is finally specific to Lin Yi and becomes a container for these sad fantasies.As a result, hatred flourished during that time.

These, looking back from now, are all children's temper.

But when I saw Lao Xie's nostalgic look just now, for a moment, these dusty emotions came to meet him against time, making his eyes hot, but he couldn't organize it into words to express it.

"Look, isn't my dad a bit stupid?" After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Xichen and asked.

"No." Jiang Xichen said seriously, "I think it's very touching. If my mother knew, she might feel touched too. In fact, she's quite lonely, Jiang Qinmao is always not at home."

Xie Wu: "Well, I haven't asked, how does your father treat Lin Yi?"

Jiang Xichen thought for a while, and said: "I don't think it's very good. But I probably didn't do anything to feel sorry for my little mother, just didn't accompany her. When I was young, she was almost being my mother, and then I left Now, Jiang Qinmao began to let her intervene in some company affairs."

Xie Wu paused for a moment, turned his head to look at the kitchen, heard the busyness over there, turned his face back, and asked softly: "They don't have children?"

Jiang Xichen shook his head: "No. I used to worry that she has no children, but there are two sons who don't belong to her, me and elder brother. Will she feel sad about life? But it doesn't seem to be the case. She has always been quite calm. Jiang Qinmao didn't mention this kind of thing either. They looked very comfortable when they were together, um... like they were in love."

Hearing this, Xie Wu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is that so?"

Jiang Xichen smiled: "Otherwise, what kind of painting style do you think? Is the empty-nest lady resentful?"

Xie Wu shrugged slightly, as a tacit consent, and then smiled.

After a while, he stood up, patted his trousers, and said: "You can go around as you like, last time you didn't have time to take a good look around here, you can go anywhere. I'll go and help Lao Xie, he may be right It's sore nose!"

Jiang Xichen nodded, and watched him into the kitchen, not bothering with the father-son time.

This hurdle has been passed, a little sad, but it went smoothly.

After two days, the study of the script of "Low Temperature" came to an end, but Mo Xieyang was not in a hurry to rehearse the play, but instead had a chat with each actor individually.Xie Wu took the least time, I only know that he and the director went to the cafeteria for lunch, and the chat was over when they came back.In his words, there is nothing to talk about, everyone knows the basics, that is, they exchanged each other's views on characters and dramas.

But when Jiang Xichen came here, things became much more complicated.

When Mo Xieyang found him, he didn't let him talk about characters or plays, so he asked first, "Have you ever studied in China?"

Jiang Xichen didn't know why, so he answered truthfully: "No."

Mo Xieyang asked again: "Have you observed the teacher?"

This seems to be a bit tricky, Jiang Xichen shook his head humbly and said: "I haven't observed it specifically."

"That's good." Mo Xieyang directly picked up a bunch of keys, as if ready to go out, "We are going to school now, you go to see our people's teachers, see our students and friends, I will say hello to their school Yes, you can experience it in school for a week."

Hearing this, Jiang Xichen was surprised at first, and then pleasantly surprised: "Director Mo, can I experience and learn first?"

Mo Xieyang looked at him: "Otherwise, do you think you can understand Qin Xiaochuan's professional characteristics out of thin air?"

Jiang Xichen immediately accepted the criticism humbly, nodded in agreement, and followed Mo Xieyang out.When they arrived at the parking lot, they offered to drive again, and respectfully opened the door of the passenger seat for the old man—this was Xie Wu's instruction.

Recently, facing the rehearsal of this new play, and the relationship between them has changed, Xie Wu no longer gave him the kind of polite praise in the past. Accused him of not having a learning attitude.

"When we were young, we learned things and treated everyone as a teacher. Don't think that an actor is just an actor. He has to experience and understand everything in order to understand and understand to act well. When I first entered the theater For a while, I learned lighting from old Liu, and helped him carry equipment all day long. When he was free someday, he would tell me how to use lighting.

Xie Wuyi told these trivial "art learning stories" endlessly, and at the end, he taught Jiang Xichen earnestly: "Especially for the devil, he values ​​a person's learning attitude the most. You have to respect him, just like the ancient When the apprentice respects the master, he is happy—”

This is true, Mo Xieyang is indeed enjoying being served, and he praised him "That's right, a child can be taught".

These words sounded pretentious, but to Mo Xieyang, it could be said that he sincerely praised a person.

This old man has been in the arts all his life, and he has been engaged in stage arts. His hair has turned gray, and he has not gone to the film and television industry with a lot of money. This is still rare in the entire entertainment industry.Before Jiang Xichen came to the theater, he didn't know anyone; when someone came, he didn't care about their reputation and influence at all, and only used performances to measure the other party's favor.

Jiang Xichen has been in the theater for so long, and has a certain understanding of these things. Hearing the phrase "children can be taught", he immediately felt happy, and immediately asked for advice: "Mo Dao, you kept saying just now that I have to understand Qin Xiaochuan's professional characteristics. Why is this? According to my understanding of this character, his state and mentality in the play basically have nothing to do with his profession as a teacher."

Mo Xieyang raised his chin, glanced at him, and did not refute, but said: "Then explain your understanding."

Jiang Xichen said: "This character is struggling between the id and the superego. The whole play is that his self-regulation cannot balance the id and the superego. It shows the inconsistency between his primitive desires and ideas. This This kind of disagreement is a problem faced by many people in this era and society. Therefore, I think what I am acting is this, which is the pain of many people and the call of many people. It may not have a very good relationship with Qin Xiaochuan as a single individual. big."

Mo Xieyang withdrew his raised chin and said, "Not bad."

Then, no more words.

Jiang Xichen felt for the first time that this old man was really difficult to deal with.In the previous row of "Peach City", we basically got along directly in the play, but I didn't think it was difficult to communicate, and it was a bit embarrassing at this moment.

After waiting for a while, Mo Xieyang still didn't speak, so Jiang Xichen could only ask himself: "Director, is there any difference between my understanding and yours?"

"Of course, go there—" Mo Xieyang raised his finger to point the way, and then said, "But my understanding is not important, your performance depends on your understanding, and I will guide you according to your understanding. You may not understand why I insist on you to experience his profession, this matter..."

Having said that, he smiled and turned his head: "Son, let me tell you something. This person, you must first be yourself and understand yourself, and then you can be the public, and then you can communicate to the public. Understand ?"

Jiang Xichen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I understand, but I don't understand very well. I have to be myself first, where is the connection with my interpretation of Qin Xiaochuan?"

It is human nature to be good at being a teacher, and Mo Xieyang got excited: "I'm trying to explain the truth and make an analogy. Since you Jiang Xichen must be Jiang Xichen first, you have to understand yourself in order to extract your joys and sorrows to the public. Qin Why not Xiao Chuan? He must first be a flesh and blood individual, so that he can take out his own heart, liver and lungs, take out his pain and struggle, tell the public, and gain the sympathy of the public. Do you understand?"

Jiang Xichen paused for a moment, and said after consideration: "The blood and flesh of Qin Xiaochuan must come from everything around him. His pain and struggle are not only related to the incompatibility between his id and superego, but also related to the incompatibility between his id and superego. It is related to everything around him. Situation, identity, occupation...these are all his composition."

"Yes!" Mo Xieyang clapped his hands and repeated, "Yes, yes, that's what I meant!"

Looking at his excited expression, Jiang Xichen immediately understood the joy of being understood by others, and breathed out in relief.

At the same time, I also somewhat envy Mo Xieyang's pure heart and personality, probably only when I give myself to art, can I dare to treat others like this-primitive, authentic, and direct, never caring whether others understand or not , how the feedback is.

A quarter of an hour later, one old and one young entered the nearest middle school. Mo Xieyang took Jiang Xichen to the dean directly.

When the three of them met, the director was surprised to find that what Mo Xieyang brought was actually a popular star whose huge photos could be seen everywhere outside, and he immediately became embarrassed: "Old Mo, why didn't you say who it was earlier?" , such a big star is going to stay at my school for a week, so there is no chaos here?"

Mo Xieyang turned his head to look at Jiang Xichen, feeling a little distressed: "How famous are you?"

Jiang Xichen pursed his lips: "All teenagers probably know me."

Mo Xieyang: "..."

"But I can do makeup. I know a makeup artist who is very skilled and can make me look like me!" Jiang Xichen immediately expressed his opinion and took out his mobile phone.

Both the teaching director and Mo Xieyang were skeptical: "For a week, can you guarantee that you won't be recognized?"

Jiang Xichen bit the bullet: "...Yes."

Mo Xieyang turned his head and signaled to the dean: "Look, he said he can handle it."

The dean was worried, and looked at Jiang Xichen.The latter frowned, and smiled obediently: "Director, you trust me, I will definitely not cause trouble for you here, I am here to learn."

The dean was worried and couldn't refuse this well-behaved and clean face. After thinking about it, he finally nodded hesitantly: "Well, that's fine, you arrange it first, and I will cooperate, cooperate."