Stop posting about my idol!

There was a crisp sound when the slate collided up and down, and the photographer walked slowly past the bed with the machine on his back, carefully photographing Si Baizhi's facial expressions.

The stand-in actress spoke first.

She is familiar with the lines, but because the acting is too young, it sounds a bit out of tune:

"Zhixian, has uncle been here during the day?"

Si Bozhi didn't seem to understand what she said.

He froze for a while, then slowly tensed up all over.Then, the pair of long eyebrows condensed a little bit, the thin lips moved, and finally remained silent without answering.

The actress said: "If he comes to ask for money again, you can tell Lao Ding to send him away."

Si Bozhi clenched his big hands on the edge of the bed, his joints turned white.

Finally, he spoke.

The voice was as warm as water, with imperceptible tremors in it:

"Lian'er, your uncle has already left in the first month of the month. Have you forgotten? We gave him the funeral."

"Ah, is that so?"

The actress recited her lines pretentiously, and Si Bozhi not only didn't play, but looked at her with pity, his eyes seemed to be filled with sparkling water, and the black pupils were trembling and swaying with a pair of large candles.

After pondering for a while, Si Bozhi seemed unable to bear to see his wife's haggard appearance suffering from illness.He lowered his head slightly and looked away.

But soon, he raised his head again.

Even if it's just for a minute or a second, he still has to look at his wife more.Even if this stare makes him feel like a knife...

"I still remember the day I married into the Qin family. Everyone in Qin Town came to have a wedding banquet. The big red firecrackers were set off for half the night. They kept arguing and arguing until my ears hurt..."

The actress spoke her lines on her own. On the monitor, the prince saw Si Baizhi's thin lips trembling, and two lines of tears silently ran across that handsome and pale face.

He took a deep breath, forced a smile on his face, and suppressed imperceptible choked sobs in his throat: "Do you feel noisy? But I think, that day was so quiet, so quiet, just as quiet as this moment. Uncover your red face by yourself. From the moment I covered my head, I couldn't hear any other voices... That day, you were so beautiful, and your smile was like a flaming pomegranate flower."

Mrs. Qin forced a smile: "I have always known your intentions. Therefore, when grandma and the others forced you to marry your concubine, I did not object, even though my heart was broken like dust... But she did not after all. I can give birth to a boy and a half girl for you..."

Qin Zhi shook his head first, and interrupted her abruptly.

"Don't we still have Wenyuan? This child has no parents, and we have no children. I have long regarded him as my own child."

"Wen Yuan? How long has it been since he sent a letter to his family? I heard that France is not peaceful..." Mrs. Qin sighed, "Zhi Xian, our Qin family is finally dead."

"No, he promised me that he would come home. So, he will come back."

Qin Zhixian's eyes drifted away, fixedly looking at the unknown distance.

"By then, our family can be together again."

Mrs. Qin's eyes were loose, and she could barely hear: "Someone is here."

"Who?"

Qin Zhi stood up abruptly, outside the partially concealed carved wooden door, the empty moonlight filled the courtyard.

"Who's here?"

"Those two people are coming... Those two people are coming!"

She began to roar loudly, her thin body trembling violently like a dehydrated carp.

"They're coming!"

Mrs. Qin's yelling was very incomprehensible, but there seemed to be a chilling deep meaning in those endless words...

Suddenly, Qin Zhi first realized something.

The calm demeanor of the head of the big family has long since disappeared. He knelt down in front of the bed in panic and held Mrs. Qin's hand tightly:

"Lian'er? Lian'er? Don't go with them, don't go with them!"

Mrs. Qin struggled in pain for a moment, then suddenly stood up suddenly, and her stiff body instantly collapsed on the bed.

There was silence all around, and the moonlight was like water, icy cold to the bone.

In Qin Zhixian's palm, Mrs. Qin's hand slipped down little by little, and hung powerlessly on the edge of the bed.

"..."

Qin Zhi first knelt in front of the bed, and slowly, slowly cupped his hands.He closed his eyes and pressed her cold hand between his brows, with a pious and desperate expression.

After a while, he let go of those hands and stood up slowly.

He no longer looked at the woman on the bed, but raised his head slightly, his hazy eyes full of misery and grief:

"Father, mother, you asked the boy to guard the house, and the boy did it..."

Qin Zhixian's tall body began to tremble. This resolute and stubborn master was finally crushed by the burden of fate.

"The house is still there. But, I am the only one left in the house..."

Qin Zhixian suddenly started laughing, as if he heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.Presumptuous laughter echoed in the empty room, cold tears slid down his face, and fell drop by drop on the old clothes.

That joke is also the saddest tragedy in the world.

"Only I'm still alive, why? Only I'm still alive..."

Qin Zhi stood up staggeringly first, and walked crookedly to the door like a drunk.

Everything is silent, and the moon is on the branches.

This is a quiet and beautiful spring night, the evening wind is as smooth as the water, just like a mother's soft embrace.

Qin Zhi stared blankly at the gate of the Qin family, the shackles that had bound him all his life were becoming transparent and faint...

Thousands of voices rang in his ears, rumbling to crush his soul.

Thousands of voices called him together—

"Master."

"my child……"

"Master Qin!"

"uncle--"

"Chi first."

The dying Mrs. Qin was lying behind her back, but he saw her in front of him.

In the empty courtyard, he saw her graceful figure like a flower shining in the water.

"Chi first."

She was wearing a red dress, with ten green fingers pinching a delicate red hijab.With a smile on her small red lips, she was as beautiful as a burning pomegranate flower.

Qin Zhixian murmured "Lian'er" before stumbling towards the empty air.

"Go, I'll go with you..."

He walked faster and faster and more urgently.He faltered without hesitation.

The final picture presented in the camera is such a back view that is fading away.

He walked out of the gate of Qin's house and stepped onto the long street without any hesitation.

The mist hovers over the bluestone road like floating clouds, where is the distance?can not see clearly.

That figure was lonely and lonely, and hurriedly disappeared into the night.

Go, from the cruel and merciless reality, into a hazy dream.

go, keep going.

never look back...

"CUT."

The tense staff all breathed a sigh of relief.After a while, Si Bozhi walked back to the compound slowly, holding the hem of his robe in one hand, and came to the side of the director.

Seeing Wang Ziyue sitting in front of the monitor, Si Bozhi was not surprised, but smiled faintly, reaching out to touch his eyes.

The prince touched his cheek in a daze, and the tentacles were cold and moist.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

Si Bozhi smiled and said, "It seems that I did a good job in the last scene."

"Of course, it's you."

Guo Xuede was also very emotional, flexibly maneuvering the jade ball in his hand. "This kid is also very good at learning, so we'll see his one-man show in the finale."

Prince Yue wiped his eyes with his sleeve, feeling very ashamed.

Having seen a performance at the actor's level, he was even more uncertain.How many catties and taels I have, I know best.

Don't say that Zhao Ziling fished for three days and posted on the net for two days, her acting skills are passable anyway.However, if Qin Wenyuan's one-man show is not good, it's nothing more than being crushed by the actor in the same play.It would be a sin to ruin such a good movie because of my bad acting skills.

Guo Xuede once said that the more the prince is playing himself, the better he can act when he fits the character of the character, otherwise he will make a play.Now that it's the finale, Qin Wenyuan has been wandering outside for many years, and he has only lived in a daze for a month. How can his acting skills and mood improve by leaps and bounds?

After Si Bozhi and Guo Xuede talked for a while, everyone in the crew had a dinner together to celebrate the actor's finale.

The more the prince was in no mood to drink, he went to the restaurant to show his face, and then went back to his room to study the script.

After the noisy dinner was over, Si Bozhi returned to the hotel room unhurriedly, and found a boy wandering by the door.

Si Bozhi smiled and walked over slowly: "Are you delivering the goods?"

The prince bowed deeply: "I want to ask you some questions about acting skills..."

Si Bozhi waved his hands and said gently, "Come in."

The actor's room was unexpectedly messy, and the prince walked around the suitcases spread out one by one, and stood cautiously on a small open space.There are all kinds of worn clothes piled up on several chairs and sofas, and there is no room for people to sit on them.The desktop and cabinet are full of messy manuscripts, electronic products and charger wires are entangled with each other, and the whole room is as dangerous as a tropical jungle.

Si Bozhi pushed away the quilt on the bed, straightened the wrinkled sheets with all his strength, and said apologetically, "Just sit here."

Prince Yue had no choice but to sit down on the edge of the bed, and couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to tidy up the room?"

"Assistants also have their own jobs, they can't always help me clean up the room, and besides, I'll be back soon."

The assistant can't clean up the room, can't you do it yourself?It seems that Si Bozhi is a genius with full acting talent and an idiot with zero life skills.

Si Bozhi also sat down on the edge of the bed, propping his chin with one hand, and asked with great interest, "What do you want to ask?"

The prince stroked his hair more, feeling very annoyed: "I'm a bit confused about acting..."

Hearing this, Si Bozhi narrowed his eyebrows and said narrowly: "Didn't you act in an idol drama? The girls in the crew have been discussing you these days, little wolf dog."

No wonder many girls greeted us warmly when we entered the group today.The more embarrassing the prince said: "That TV drama was played casually, and the acting skills have not improved at all."

"If you act with this mentality, your acting skills will definitely not improve."

"I know what you're going to say."

The prince sighed more: "You want to say that there is no distinction between high and low in acting, no matter how stupid the plot is, as long as you act with your heart, you can gain something?"

Si Bozhi asked calmly, "You don't think so?"

His demeanor is very elegant, as gentle as a calm and clear lake, and he never seems to be in a hurry to get angry.Facing such a god-man, the prince couldn't help but tell the truth in his heart:

"You big actors always say that, every role is equal, no matter what script you receive, you will play it seriously, but you are just talking about it. Some A-level actors, such as Ruan Huijun, she only shoots Movies and TV shows, no matter what the subject matter, don’t touch it.”

Si Bozhi pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked a question: "Then what do you think is the difference between movies and TV dramas?"

In this regard, the prince had his own thoughts, and he said seriously: "TV dramas are just a usual pastime, and the audience just watch them casually to pass the time, but movies are different. Audiences have to go out of the house to go to the theater and spend money to buy movie tickets. The quality of movies is the same as that of TV dramas, which is unacceptable to the audience. Although some large-scale TV dramas in recent years have claimed to have the quality of movies, the broadcasting, narrative and performance methods of TV dramas and movies are different. Movies Actors are required to have more superb acting skills, which is why some actors are very good on TV, but they show their true colors when they appear on the big screen."

Si Bozhi nodded: "What you said is very reasonable, but I think, whether you, the audience, or the current investors are too obsessed with the media carrier of art communication, why not focus on its communication What about the content itself? The acting skills of the actors also serve the story itself. Could it be that because of the difference in screen size, crying will turn into laughter, and laughter will turn into crying?"

The prince asked more tentatively: "You mean, the most important thing is the plot?"

"Yes, in the final analysis, movies and TV shows are a way of telling stories. Some stories are suitable for film, and some stories are suitable for TV series, or novels, or music. The important thing is whether the story can be told with the audience. Emotional resonance, not how big the screen is and how long it takes. As long as you can tell a story, even the most clichéd rotten meme can make your heart surge; if you can’t tell a story, no matter how many tricks you make, The audience also forgets after seeing it, you can't touch their hearts at all."

The more the prince couldn't help rebutting him: "You are talking about the ideal situation in theory. But nowadays, TV dramas are fast-moving commodities for the masses, and only movies can create works of art that will go down in history. This is reality. The level of movie actors is It is higher than TV drama actors. Of course, I know that the domestic film and television drama industry is immature, and actors act indiscriminately, and everyone shoots indiscriminately. But in places where the film industry is developed, there is an obvious status gap between movie and TV drama actors .”

Si Bozhi's expression was very serious: "Really? But don't movies and TV dramas all exist to satisfy the emotional needs of the audience? Don't people have high and low emotional needs?"

The prince was choked up for a moment, and retorted: "Could it be that in your eyes, there is no difference between a historical drama that tells about life's sorrows and joys and the impermanence of the world, and a sticky idol drama that only knows about love?"

Si Bozhi said calmly: "I didn't deny the difference between the two, but I hope you can see that an audience will cry for "A Troubled World" and laugh for "Screen Kiss". The essence of these two emotions is There is no difference in terms of content, it is the real reaction of an audience who is moved by your work. You think the drama is more elegant, and I think it is not vulgar to fall in love. Each of us has a time when we long for love, when you and I are still hairy When you were a kid, didn't you think about puppy love all the time?"

The prince was more shaken: "This..."

Si Bozhi continued: "I don't think there is any shame in acting in idol dramas. People often say that movies are machines for making dreams, but TV dramas, novels, and music are also ferries that break free from the shackles of reality and lead to beautiful dreams. People impose Too many labels are on the form of art, but ignore the content. You think acting in idol dramas is not worth mentioning, but idol dramas have their own audiences. Isn’t their preferences worthy of being respected? Not worthy of the best Do the actors give their best acting skills for it?"

"But, everyone says that idol dramas are, uh, vulgar..."

This is actually what Wang Ziyue has always wanted to say in his heart.

He has been in both the crews of "Floating Times" and "Screen Kiss", and the staff gave him very different impressions. The atmosphere of the crew of "Floating Times" is very serious, all work is considered for the quality of the work itself, and everyone also holds a special meeting to discuss the plot.Of course, except for people like Zhao Ziling who try to gain fame and his kind who fish in troubled waters and go through the back door.

Relatively speaking, the director and actors of "Screen Kiss" have no intention of polishing the work at all. They just use idol dramas as a tool to make money or gain popularity, and even the script can be changed at will because investors are unhappy.This is also some kind of vicious circle.

"Yes, everyone says that idol dramas are vulgar. However, the market is full of vulgar works. What does this mean? It means that most people like vulgarity. Besides..."

Si Bozhi asked seriously.

"What is elegance? What is vulgarity?"