Mr. Chu

Anyway, after that day, Gu Yang still explained to Zhao Shaoye and Qin Shao, but for some reason, the two of them were very easy to talk to, the whole process was "Okay, okay, no problem, I know you are very loving, don't abuse the dog boots boots 'The expression, uh, should be fine...

However, the old problems were solved, and new problems appeared. Chu Jinye is very busy and cannot stay abroad for a long time. When he came to see Gu Yang this time, he also rejected many things in his hands, and now his relationship is stable. , You can't stay here forever, at least you have to deal with the follow-up matters.

In order to get together for a longer period of time, a short separation must be accepted, which is acceptable to any mature adult.Gu Yang can understand, Mr. Chu has his career, and so does he. The special nature of the profession predestined that they will gather less and leave more, and their longing will become more mellow in the long-term fermentation.

On a cloudy day, Chu Jinye bid farewell to him at the airport. Before leaving, the man kissed his eyes, but the touch of his cold lips made Gu Yang feel hot all over, and he was in a trance all the way. He thought, what should I do? That's good, just after we separated, I started to miss it.

However, the university obviously has a set of secrets for treating diseases between young lovers!That is, homework!

Gu Yang: ...

As soon as he returned to school, he was captured by the strictest old professor!The other party looked at Gu Yang expressionlessly, and asked, "Is your body healthy?"

"Nurture... well done."

"Go play a part and show me."

silent.

Performance.

Trembling.

"Volume! Roll your tongue! If you make a mistake again, read this paragraph to me a hundred times!"

"Arm! Who told you how to wave your hand!?"

"Don't think that winning an award is great, acting is a lifetime career!"

Amidst the professor's roar, his attention was forcibly concentrated again!After that class ended, Gu Yang felt that his whole body was sublimated, his eardrums were buzzing, and it seemed that the opponent's roar was still echoing. He walked out of the classroom in a daze, holding three times more homework than the students around him, what is love? Yes, can it be eaten as a meal?

Only homework!That's the way!

What the boy didn't know was that after he left, the old professor stood in the empty classroom, stared at his back for a long time, and then turned his gaze to a piece of paper in his hand.

The university that Gu Yang is studying at is one of the top art schools in the world. Every year, it has a lot of cooperation with Broadway. It is the wish of every theater actor to be on the stage of Broadway. It symbolizes the greatest respect for their acting skills. affim.

As for how to select exchange students, the school has this set of standards: all grades are above A+, they have been studying at the school for more than two years, and two-thirds of the professors have passed the recommendation.

Finally, there is the most important one. Those who perform particularly well are allowed to break all the above regulations.

Gu Yang's files were put into a sealed kraft paper bag and delivered to that meeting room in one afternoon.

In front of a black conference table, from left to right sat a row of professors with snow-white hair and shaggy beards. The youngest of them seemed to be around 50 or [-] years old. Running around without seeing anyone, every time we get together here, it's just for one thing.

"OK." After confirming that everyone is present, the person sitting on the main seat signaled to the assistant lady beside him: "We can start."

The assistant nodded respectfully, took out a stack of reports from the cowhide, and distributed them to each professor. Judging from the number, there were not many.

However, when seeing those reports, some people still sighed from time to time, and those who were more reserved shook their heads directly.

"Tom... Sturt? I remember this kid. His accent is not standard."

"Lily? Ah, her sister is my student, I still remember her dancing gracefully... But she never inherited one thousandth of her sister's talent..."

"Why do I see this name here? No, no, his waist is as hard as a thousand-year-old fossil..."

"My God, look, who is this? Miss Sleepwalking? To be honest, every time I take her acting class, I feel like I'm dreaming..."

In the midst of some harsh evaluations, the pile of reports in front of them became less and less, and only a few that could not be faulted were let go by these high-minded professors.The person on the main seat, seeing this scene, looked more and more distressed.

Seeing that the seedlings he was optimistic about were about to be brushed off, he couldn't help coughing, knocked on the table, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, are you really going to be so harsh? This is already the best we can choose." Students, all of them got A+ grades, and at least one professor recommended, uh, that is to say..."

His words not only did not appease everyone, but also aroused even greater anger. Someone sneered and said, "Let me see...Sterding, aha! I knew it, I recommended my nephew! Why didn't I What about a niece?"

The face of the professor surnamed Stedding suddenly turned red, and the people in the room let out low laughter tacitly. Such things as relatives and stories are also very common in country M, but they are the same as those who go through the back door in China. If you say it, you will always be ridiculed.

"We didn't deliberately find fault." A female professor couldn't see it, and finally explained: "We all know the Broadway set, if the candidates are not good enough, it will lose the face of the school."

This is very fair, the person in the main seat also nodded, where is Broadway?It was a gathering place for big stars, and any substitute actor was of a good standard, so many film critics stared at it every day.You parachuted students over there, and your ability is not good enough, so wouldn't that be slapping yourself in the face?

Therefore, this has become the biggest problem every year. The film critics are so harsh, and everyone here knows that if you perform stably, you will be said to have no characteristics. , If you want to steal the show, if you want not to be scolded, you must be very good, excellent in all aspects, and have no faults to be caught, that's all.

"This year's students... are Xiaonian."

Another person said this, and gained a lot of approval. Timing is really strange. In some classes, geniuses appeared in groups, as if they had just popped out. The eldest son, from the perspective of these experienced professors, unfortunately, this year is a class that is short-lived.

The students in the file in front of them are already selected by thousands of people, and their grades are all among the best, but in their eyes, they are full of loopholes. If they go to Broadway, to the place where the spotlights gather, they don’t know that they will be rejected. Whatever it is sprayed on, even the school will be disgraced, and the face will not look good.

The meeting fell into silence for a while. A professor was flipping through the files in front of him boredly, and suddenly heeded and straightened up.

"Why is there a first grader?"

This sentence attracted the attention of many people. Someone came over to take a look and said in surprise, "Is he still an Asian? A native of country Z?"

"Is it misplaced?"

"Wait...I remember this kid, Gu... Gu Yang! "Nobody Knows"! This year's best actor in Cannes!"

Having said that, everyone remembered that Cannes is the European film award, and in the eyes of these industry leaders, it is still very important.

"It's him."

"The acting is really good, but the stage play and the movie are not the same thing, could it be...too early?"

"He hasn't been in school for long... At least it will have to wait until next year."

"Let me see, who recommended him... huh?" The male professor flipped through the last professor's signature, looked at it motionless for a few seconds, and raised his voice uncontrollably: "Old Yasuo?"

This time, even the people in the main seat looked over.

The professors present here have different personalities and tempers, some are easy to talk about, and naturally some are not.But no matter who it is, they must admit that old Yasuo is the most mean and picky person in this school.

He is nearly [-] years old, and his status in the drama world is like a needle in the sea. He has won the highest award three times in his life, and the acting genre he created has been full of children.Even in this school, he is a top figure.

However, everyone here knows that the reason why such a powerful old Yasuo is willing to stay in school every day is because he has a bad temper, offended too many people, and was suppressed everywhere after he got old. Reach out and he may never get to the big stage again.

But even so, he never changed his temper and never participated in this kind of meeting. From the time he came to this school to now, he has never used the right of recommendation to recommend a student!This shows how picky this person is.

So now, when the professors saw his signature on the last page, their first reaction was absolute disbelief.

"Is he crazy?"

"My God, my God."

"Is this kid really so talented? I also taught him music lessons, and his basic skills are just like that..."

"That's impossible, he's crazy."

At this time, the assistant who had been silent at the side coughed lightly, stepped forward and said, "Professor Yasuo asked me to bring a CD, can I play it?"

The professors looked at each other, and out of curiosity about old Yasuo's transformation, they nodded.

The assistant put the DVD into the player, and the projector quickly cast a picture on the white screen.

"Eh...that's..."

Someone quickly recognized it. It was the classroom of the acting class. Depending on the situation, it was still a big class. They couldn't help but look at each other in surprise. They thought that old Yasuo would let his disciples record a perfect performance privately, but... There's no need to be ignorant of the world... As long as they don't violate the principle, they are still easy to talk to...

"Next." Old Yasuo's stern voice came from the screen, "Gu Yang."

The boy with a skin color that was clearly different from the surrounding students got up and walked towards the screen. He obviously didn't know that his every move was being recorded. He was in a very normal state, just like facing a normal classroom training.

"Come." Old Yasuo said, "Let them see."

They stimulated the professors who were the audience, they couldn't help but pay more attention, waiting for the boy's performance, and Gu Yang really didn't make them wait any longer, and immediately started the performance.

The moment he opened his mouth and spoke, someone recognized the repertoire he was performing, which was adapted from the classic by the famous writer Oscar Wilde - "The Nightingale and the Rose"!

The main content of the story is that Nightingale is moved by the student's love for the professor's daughter, and sacrifices her life to help him find a red rose.

The character played by Gu Yang is Nightingale.

He slowly raised his head, lowered his eyes, put his arms together, and raised his neck in one direction. During this series of subtle movements, his aura began to change.

It was as if he had transformed from an ordinary boy into a bird with broken wings.

"I met an infatuated person."

He said that the voice was sweet and moving, like weeping and crying, really like a nightingale singing tactfully, expressing his thoughts.

"He, suffering for what I sang, ah, I hear, he wants a red rose. Give it to the professor's daughter, and she'll dance with him till the wee hours. Ah , I heard! He is crying, the butterfly asked me, why is he crying? I said, it is for a red rose, yes, I want to find him a red rose."

He knelt on the ground, his arms hung down slowly and gracefully, and rested on his legs. He raised his eyes and looked at the screen, as if the surrounding environment had become the forest in that story, the night.

The nightingale flapped its immature wings and flew across the garden and the grass, its sensitive little body swaying in the air.It found a white rose tree first, and the white rose tree said, I am a pure white rose, and I don't have what you are looking for.So it flew up again, over the lake, over the path.It found a yellow rose tree, and the yellow rose tree said, I am an old yellow rose, and I don't have what you are looking for.So the nightingale flew up again, and flew to its last hope.

This series of changes is reflected in the boy's trembling arms and slow dancing posture. His body swings like a natural dance. He sees the third rose tree, ah!That's what he's been looking for!

The third tree was a real red rose tree, but it was injured and could no longer bloom.

Gu Yang prostrated on the floor, raised his head halfway, and looked ahead sideways. There was a sad arc on his face, from the tip of his nose to his lips, which was part of that arc. He lowered his voice and said, "Please, give Give me a red rose!"

The red rose tree looked at the nightingale sadly, it said nightingale, I heard the voice in your heart, why are birds more infatuated than humans, why is your heart more red than my roses.I know that there is a way to get you the most beautiful red roses, but no, I can't tell you, you will lose your life for it.

I don't care, said the nightingale, I need a red rose.

I want a red rose for that student.So he can dance on the dance floor with the professor's daughter until dawn. I want a red rose—I'd give my life for it.

The boy knelt on the ground, with long hair winding down, he raised half of his face, and sang with reddened eyes: "The rose tree told me—when the moonlight falls——"

When the moonlight falls, sing with all your might, pierce its thorns with your chest, and your blood will stain that rose red, that rose will be brighter than a girl's lips, thicker than a woman's rouge Korea.But the moment it is born is the moment you die.

I would.

He sang here, stood up, stretched his body freely, spread his arms, and circled according to the melody of music that did not exist, he sang: "Red rose—I want a red rose—"

"Love—more precious than life—"

At this time, he completely turned into a nightingale, flew to the student's window sill, and sang to him a song he couldn't understand at all, it was wholehearted and full of joy, it knew that it could create the world The most beautiful red roses.

It is so red, redder than flowing blood, it is so red, redder than a hot heart, it symbolizes the most perfect love that is immortal because of death, that rose, from the heart of the nightingale It came out and fell from the boy's stretched fingertips. It condensed the painstaking efforts of the bird and meant eternal love.

Gu Yang raised his head, opened his lips, and sang word by word, every sound was jumping: "Give me—a red rose—"

"Give me—a red rose—"

"I exchange my heart and soul for a red rose with you—"

On the windowsills of the students, on the branches of the Christmas trees, the nightingale flew and sang, and its voice grew louder and farther away, lost in the sky, lost in the rose bushes.

Gu Yang lowered his arm, and his fingers slid down the edge of his face. He sang sweetly and contentedly: "...I am looking for a red rose."

"I, found my red rose."

"I'm going to give it to that student, I'm going to give it to the professor's daughter, I'm going to water it with my blood, make it red, make it bloom, it's more beautiful than all the other roses, I bet , you have never seen such a beautiful rose."

"My red rose."

He lowered his head and smiled lightly at the screen. No one could tell what that smile meant. The young man's bright red lips, curved eyes, and delicate oriental facial features formed a painting at that moment. I can't tell, I don't know the way.

He is Nightingale.

He is looking for his red rose.

He wanted to irrigate it with his heart and blood, and give the roses that bloomed to that student, and he would not hesitate to pay his life for it.

Because that is love.

The screen went dark. The duration of this video was not long, but after the end, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time, no one spoke.

"He..." The man's voice was very uncertain, with a deep hoarseness, as if he had heard something incredible: "What's his name?"

"Gu Yang."

"Gu Yang"

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"National Z."

"Cannes Best Actor."

"It's been less than a year since I started school."

After the short information exchange, which was clearly mentioned before but was not paid attention to by most people, the conference room fell into silence again.

This time, the reason is obviously completely different from the previous one.

"Please." Professor Stedding couldn't help but said, looking around as if asking for help, wanting to get approval: "You don't really want him to go, do you? He has just entered school, and he is still a native of Z country!"

"Pay attention to your words, Stetin." A female professor said coldly, "This has nothing to do with nationality. If you don't want to be accused of racial discrimination, just shut up!"

She was right, at least on the surface, the words just now couldn't appear, but was Stetin wrong?In fact, there is no such thing. In the M country’s entertainment industry, the invisible chain of discrimination has always existed. White people>black people>yellow people. American citizens are far greater than foreigners. People like Gu Yang, in some places that are not easy to detect, have not yet It has been ruled out from the start.

The same thing, the same desire to fight for opportunities, black people have to be twice as good as white people, and yellow people have to be twice as good as their combined to have a chance. However, this is exactly the reason why these professors are silent.

"He did really well, very, very well."

"Although there are some flaws in the details, but..."

"It doesn't hinder his wonderful performance at all."

"Yes."

"It can suck people in completely."

"I'm looking forward to how he will change into costumes and look on the big stage."

"Me too."

The atmosphere at the scene gradually heated up. The host looked around, cleared his throat, and said jokingly: "It seems that we have another star of hope—OK, then follow the rules, vote, three If more than two-thirds of the approval is approved, please raise your hand if you agree—"

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his arms.

That person's smile deepened: "One, two, three... seven... eight... nine... very good, Gu Yang, pass."

A red seal was stamped on that piece of archive paper.