How To Say I Love You

That night, Xiao Jiashu was scolded by Xiao Qijie as usual, saying that he knew how to play outside all day long, not doing business, doing nothing, etc., but Xiao Jiashu did not feel sad and wronged as usual, but was very peaceful, because he Having found a career that he is willing to fight for his whole life, he will live a fulfilling life every day in the future.

He was sent abroad at the age of ten, and he rarely paid attention to domestic news, let alone watched a few domestic movies. He only knew about Ji Mian, Shi Tingheng and other big names, but never paid attention to them.But now, he decided to watch all the movies Ji Mian participated in to get to know this person well.

Not long after turning on the computer, he fell into it. He didn't fall asleep until four o'clock in the morning. He got up at seven o'clock the next day, rushed to the set at eight o'clock, and walked around behind Luo Zhangwei with a small notebook.

"Why are you following me?" Luo Zhangwei turned around dumbfounded.

"I want to learn opera from you." Xiao Jiashu replied seriously.

"Yo, you're enlightened, kid? Don't play games anymore?" Luo Zhangwei was surprised, but more happy.

"Filming is more interesting. I like filming." Xiao Jiashu shook the small notebook, which was filled with words that Luo Zhangwei said inadvertently, such as "actors use themselves as the means and tools of creation", "people without rich imagination do I can't be an actor" and so on, making Luo Zhangwei very embarrassed.

He coughed and said sternly, "You boy, don't fix these stupid things. On the set, the best teacher is practice. It is much more useful for you to make a few more movies than to record my words. If you really have time, you can Find a quiet place to read the script, memorize the lines, study your own role thoroughly, and learn the theoretical things in your spare time. Your company has an acting class, and Huang Zijin is the teacher. You go to sign up and attend a few classes In theory class, it is enough to know what acting is all about. The real acting skills have to be learned from life, usually read more books, go outside more often, and enrich your life experience."

Xiao Jiashu nodded as he listened, afraid that he forgot to write in his notebook: In the afternoon, go to the company to sign up for an acting class and buy a few theory books.

Luo Zhangwei glanced at him with a smile, waved his hands and said, "Have you realized the charm of acting? Go and study the script while you're at it. Don't follow me around. Come and listen to me later when I tell the actors about the play. From others Get some experience."

"Okay, Director Luo." Xiao Jiashu obediently walked aside, picked up the script and studied hard.After nine o'clock, Huang Zijin hurried to the set, pulled Master Xiao to an empty corner and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me today? Have you had breakfast? This is the scene you are going to shoot the day after tomorrow. I will analyze it for you. Take a look first, and then ask if there is something you don’t understand.”

Xiao Jiashu stared at the information, his cheeks slowly flushed, "Brother Zijin, I want to tell you something."

"what's up?"

"You don't need to be my assistant anymore, go back to class. I want to try to study how to say the lines and how to play the characters. I want to shape Ling Feng who belongs to Xiao Jiashu, not Huang Zijin's Ling Feng. Brother Zijin , I used to be very afraid of the dark, and even more afraid of being locked in a box. Yesterday I thought I would collapse, but no, when I got rid of the role of Ling Feng, I also got rid of the fear. Acting gave me a powerful feeling Power, that power comes from reality, and is beyond reality..." Xiao Jiashu racked his brains for a long time before patting his forehead and said, "I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, thank you for your care during this time. I learned to act by myself, thank you Brother Zijin!"

He bowed as he spoke, his gratitude palpable.

Huang Zijin stared at him, and suddenly laughed, "You're welcome, then I'll be waiting for the premiere of "The Apostle" in the movie theater. Come on, little sapling." He watched Xiao Jiashu go away, and then threw the carefully prepared materials Entering the trash can, there was a helpless and gratified smile on the corner of his mouth, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Ji Mian standing not far away, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Brother Ji, are you here so early?" He greeted first.

"Fired?" Ji Mian nodded slightly.

"Yes," Huang Zijin shrugged nonchalantly, "Although I was fired, I don't know why, but I feel very happy."

"Maybe it's because seeing him reminds me of myself when I was young?" Ji Mian subconsciously answered.

But Huang Zijin didn't hear it clearly, and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing. I still have to film, so let's go first." Ji Mian left with a wave of his hand. After arriving at the set, he looked around involuntarily, and found Xiao Jiashu sitting in the rest shed reading the script, and then walked towards Luo Zhangwei.

He doesn't have many scenes today, and there are two rival scenes between Miao Muqing and Shi Tingheng ahead, and the filming will not start until at least eleven o'clock.Shi Tingheng seemed to be aroused by him to fight, and his attitude was very serious. He caught Miao Muqing's repeated scenes and asked Luo Zhangwei's opinion if the connection was not smooth. The discussion between the three was in full swing.

Ji Mian greeted them and walked to the rest shed for breakfast.

Xiao Jiashu had already put down the script, and was wearing headphones to watch a movie starring Ji Mian. When he found that the master was coming, he stood up and said with a red face, "Good morning, Brother Ji!"

"Sit down, don't be nervous." Ji Mian said with a smile in his voice.

Xiao Jiashu was about to ask him if he had breakfast, so he waited a while if he didn't eat, he had already asked his life assistant to buy the luxurious breakfast from Yushanxuan, and it would be delivered in 10 minutes.That's right, the reason why he came so early today is to study, and to get close to Ji Mian and have a relationship.As a new fan boy, how could he miss the opportunity to communicate with idols?

But before he could speak, Chen Pengxin pushed the shy Lin Leyang over and said with a flattering smile, "Mr. Ji, we bought too much breakfast, do you want to eat with us? Steamed buns, dumplings, steamed buns, flower rolls, everything have."

Ji Mian glanced at Xiao Jiashu unobtrusively, nodded and said, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. If you don't think I'm in the way, I'll bring you breakfast in the future." Chen Pengxin is a man with a thick skin, and he sticks to Ji Mian without saying a word.

Lin Leyang was ashamed to death, it took him a long time to raise his head, and called out "Brother Ji" in a low voice.

"It's all from the same company, don't be so unfamiliar, sit down and eat." Ji Mian did not forget to greet Xiao Jiashu, "Have you had breakfast? Would you like some?"

Xiao Jiashu's good plan was disrupted, not to mention how depressed he was, he glanced at the food bag, shook his head and said, "This is the breakfast I bought outside the studio, why is the pasta turning yellow? Brother Ji, the restaurants outside are not clean, or……"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Kun, who had parked the car, came over and taunted, "There are hundreds of staff on the set, and nothing happened to buy breakfast outside every day. Authentic flour is yellow, and snow-white flour It has been processed twice, and it is not as healthy as old flour. You rich second generations have a lot of things, and you can’t bear a little bit of suffering. Brother Ji once went back to Gansu to film a movie, and he had no water to take a bath for more than half a month. If it was you, you would have to go Ape?"

He picked up a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It's delicious, I just love this mushroom meat bun!"

Chen Pengxin was very relieved, and said with a flattering smile, "Brother Kun, you can eat more if you like."

Lin Leyang sneaked a glance at Ji Mian, wondering if he should take the initiative to pass the other party's favorite mille-feuille cake.

Filming takes a lot of hardship, and Xiao Jiashu naturally understands this. Seeing that Fang Kun doubted his professionalism in front of Ji Mian, he immediately picked up a yellowed steamed bun and ate it.The first step to get close to an idol - to watch his movies, the second step - to eat what he likes to eat.Well, in this way, Brother Ji won't feel that he has too many pretentious things, right?

He also didn't explain that he didn't intend to offend just now, but just wanted to invite Brother Ji to have breakfast. He lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to the life assistant, asking the other party to give the luxurious breakfast to Director Luo and Shi Tingheng, and it was over.If you explain too much, people not only don't appreciate it, but also think you are showing off your wealth, so why bother?

Ji Mian glanced at him and said softly, "Stop texting, eat."

"Okay, thank you Brother Ji." Xiao Jiashu gnawed on the old steamed buns, but was happy in his heart.

Fang Kun couldn't help yelling at him, "Xiao Chen bought the breakfast, why are you thanking Brother Ji?"

"Thank you, Xiao Chen." Xiao Jiashu was not angry, and naturally turned his head to thank Chen Pengxin, with a happy expression on his face. At the end, he lowered his head to watch the movie, thinking that he would strike up a conversation with Brother Ji after the people dispersed.

Chen Pengxin hated him in his heart, but smiled politely on his face.Lin Leyang glanced at his mobile phone, and said in surprise, "Are you watching "Displaced World"?" How could a rich second generation like Xiao Jiashu watch literary films?Can he understand it?

"Yeah, Ji Ge won the Best Actor Award for the first time because of this movie, it's so good!" Xiao Jiashu shook his phone, his face was full of showing off, as if Ji Mian's success was also his success, completely forgetting about the main character Er is on the opposite side.

Lin Leyang nodded in agreement, but his heart was full of disdain: Another newcomer who used the movie topic to curry favor with Ji Ge.Even to death, he would not believe that a banana man like Xiao Jiashu who grew up abroad could understand literary films from the Republic of China period.Can he really understand the rise and fall of those families, the fall of the country, and the displacement in troubled times?Can it really catch your eyes or even your heart?

Fang Kun also has the same idea as Lin Leyang.He said with a half-smile: "Then tell me which shot is the best shot in this movie?"

Xiao Jiashu couldn't make it clear for a while, so he simply rewinded the film and let Fang Kun watch it by himself, "I think this shot is the best. Kong Xun's two sons were killed in battle. He woke up as usual the next day after receiving the bad news. The chickens were feeding the ducks, cleaning the house, and when he came to his son’s empty room, he stood by the window in a daze, his cheeks were shining in the sun, but his eyes were full of turbidity and emptiness. I really like this scene!” But what he was ashamed to say was : Every time he replays this passage, he will cry once, feeling very sore in his heart, but he can't explain clearly.

Fang Kun has watched this movie no less than three times, but never noticed this scene, so he couldn't help laughing.The rich second generation is the rich second generation, they don't understand anything and they like to pretend.

Although Lin Leyang was not as obvious as Fang Kun, he expressed doubts about Xiao Jiashu's vision in his heart.This shot flashed by in the movie, not to mention Ji Ge, even the director never mentioned it, so it can be seen that it is just an emotional rendering, nothing special.Thinking of this, he said slowly, "I admire the clip where Kong Xun's wife was beaten to death by the Japanese the most. Cry over and over again."

At the end of the sentence, he looked at Ji Mian expectantly, but found that Ji Mian was staring at Xiao Jiashu upright, with a light shining in his eyes.