Son of the Bone

When Qi Lin looked at the sea of ​​lights floating in the night sky, he thought for a moment that it would be great if Jiang Jue was also in the audience.

It took him four hours to get all kinds of makeup, and it took nearly two hours to completely remove it after the end.

Hairspray, sequins, paint on arms and neck, and layer upon layer of foundation and highlighter on the face.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when he finished packing up and returned to the hotel with his heavy body.

Due to the high-intensity singing and dancing for too long, he felt that his limbs could not be lifted up as if they were filled with lead, and the back of his head also had a dull pain. Presumably, the hypoxia state has not disappeared.

It has to be said that the strong light on the stage for too long will cause flares in front of the eyes, and the ears have been soaked in a high-noise environment for too long, and I am afraid it will take a while to recover.

Qi Lin hugged the quilt and rolled over, realizing that he couldn't fall asleep.

He groped in the dark and sat up, looking at the night scene outside the window.

The streets in the city center are like interlaced star trails, and the vehicles speeding past in the night are like a flashing comet.

He lives on the 22nd floor, overlooking the night view of a large block, as well as the occasional pedestrians under the street lights.

Like a bird sleeping on a tall tree.

The loneliness is only so strong when everything is quiet.

It seems that he is just a passer-by in this world, and nothing has anything to do with him.

He fumbled to find his phone and sent Jiang Jue a message.

"are you asleep? 』

After a while, the other party came back.

"Just came back from the company and was talking about the script"

Qi Lin held the phone and thought for a while, then made a call.

"Jiang Jue."

"Ok?"

Jiang Jue wrapped the quilt tightly, listening to his hoarse and gentle voice.

"I received your flower basket...it's very beautiful." Qi Lin relaxed a lot, letting his sore body sink into the mattress: "Today's concert is really spectacular... there are fireworks and a sea of ​​lights, You should come and see."

If only you were there.

Jiang Jue hugged the pillow and hummed lightly.

I have seen it all.

"Jiang Jue, I can't sleep." He sighed a long time, and said tiredly: "The previous high excitement lasted too long, and now I can't relax my muscles."

The teenager blinked, realizing what he seemed to be implying: "So...?"

"So... how about you count sheep for me?"

Qi Lin has fully mastered the skill of acting like a baby with him, and said pitifully: "I thought you would come today."

Counting sheep?

Just think of it as practicing Guankou, and count as you count.

Jiang Jue sat up, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "One sheep, two sheep..."

"No," Qi Lin said solemnly: "It's too serious, be gentle!"

Jiang Jue began to wonder which double was holding the concert... The contrast between this guy's performance on and off the stage was really great.

"Three sheep...four sheep..."

His voice was originally cold and clean, and it was like a cold spring flowing eastward in the extremely quiet late night, making people relax and calm down unconsciously.

Qi Lin drowsily listened to him counting one by one, and fell asleep at some point.

Jiang Jue counted 99 very seriously, and vaguely heard his even breathing during the pause, then hung up the phone and fell into a deep sleep in sleepiness.

Mrs. Wu waved the pointer, signaling the school committee to send everyone a list of lines.

Everyone took the list and looked at the words above, and found that everyone had different words.

Monologues from different movies, plays, and novels are printed out of order on the A4 paper, and all of them are written in four or five paragraphs.

"This is the midterm exam." The old lady knocked on the table and said, "Get ready, I will report for dictation later."

A group of students in the audience were a little confused, thinking that it would not be possible to memorize so many words in the time of these two classes.

This line class finished the pronunciation method and emotional interpretation, and changed to a novel inspection method.

The students take turns to read their lines on stage, and the teacher will randomly call out the student number and ask another person to go to the blackboard to follow and write silently, only one sentence is allowed.

The old lady Wu scored the basic points based on the abundance of emotions and the degree of fit. As for the number of unintelligible words on the blackboard, the number of points would be deducted accordingly.

There is a reason why actors often ask for dubbing.

In the performances of TV dramas and movies, those who can control the breath well throughout the whole process, and complete various actions while steadily completing the lines, basically have extremely solid basic skills.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law smashed plates, shoved and quarreled, and ridiculed. The difficulty is similar to that of singers singing and dancing.

Although it looks quite simple, it can't break the sound, can't be vague, and can't have a local accent——

Like domestic TV drama awards, some awards rigidly stipulate that actors must use the original voice instead of dubbing.

With the continuous opening of the TV market, more and more TV dramas are rushing to catch up with the schedule, and they are constantly pulling the screenwriters to prolong the dramas to make money. The actors do not have much time to prepare for this aspect.

Therefore, there are many TV dramas that are re-dubbed by actors behind the scenes, and the effect is quite good.

Can the lines really be heard without subtitles?

Some people in the classroom have already begun to try to read with the voice of the broadcast.

Qi Lin finally finished a long period of work, lying on the desk a little bit listless.

He felt that he practiced dancing and writing songs for two consecutive weeks before, and he really exhausted his physical strength, and he couldn't get enough sleep during this time.

Jiang Jue was still writing the biography of the villainous character, and after roughly reading through the lines, he continued to analyze the character line.

"Next, Qi Lin, read the sixth and eighth paragraphs." Teacher Wu casually pointed to a girl and said, "Go up and write."

The girl subconsciously glanced at Qi Lin, feeling overwhelming pressure.

If she messed up Qi Lin's midterm exam, once this matter was posted on Weibo, she might be hacked into something.

Qi Lin thought that this matter should not go anywhere, so he stood with his script paper behind his back.

"If you can't finish writing the lines, you can tap the blackboard and let him pause for a while—but if you can't hear clearly, don't repeat." The old lady with silver hair was serious and gentle: "Start."

"It was only when I looked back that I suddenly realized," Qi Lin tried to find that sense of loss, and said deeply, "It turns out that all the hard work I have done in my life is only for the satisfaction of the people around me."

"In order to win the approval and smiles of others," he paused again, leading out his sad emotions, interspersed with a shallow sigh: "I tremblingly put myself into all the patterns and all the shackles."

"On the way, I suddenly realized that I was left with a vague face and a road from which I could not turn back."

He heard faint laughter from the audience, and he didn't know if his reading was too hypocritical or the girl made a mistake.

"Go on, paragraph eight."

The test is divided into slow speech rate and fast speech rate. Almost everyone can master the former, but it is really difficult to pronounce clearly and emotionally at the fast speech rate.

Qi Lin clenched the script paper tightly and found his palms were slightly sweating.

This is different from playing a supporting role in previous movies.

He has to control it, he has to hold on for a long time——

"Advertising tempts us to buy cars, clothes, and then work hard to buy things we don't need. We are a generation that history has forgotten."

He heard the sound of knocking on the blackboard, as if the movie had been paused, waiting for the girl to finish her lines.

There were more and more laughter and pointing from the audience, presumably the girl made several typos.

My Mandarin is pretty good...not so much.

Qi Lin didn't dare to look at Teacher Wu's face, but forced himself to look at the piece of paper, trying to retain the feeling of excitement during the long pause.

The sound of chalk scribbling on the blackboard is very clear, and the rustling makes the ears itchy.

Almost a century passed before the blackboard was struck again.

"No purpose, no status, no world wars, no great economic panics."

At this moment, he vaguely felt how powerless he was to say these things.

In fact, he didn't quite understand this kind of cynical lines in his heart, even if he said it, he couldn't feel it.

"Our panic is just our life."

The old professor motioned him to turn around and take a look. There were several blank words on the blackboard.

"I'm sorry... I tried my best." The little girl was obviously very embarrassed, and she was about to cry: "I really didn't hear clearly."

"Emotions are divided into 62 points. If you write three wrong words and six words are empty, you will lose [-] points." Teacher Wu motioned them to go down, and said casually: "Qi Lin, [-]."

Qi Lin turned around and wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he said, "Teacher, can I dictate on the stage?"

He suddenly wanted to change roles and experience all this again.

This dictation work is tiring and easy to offend people, so the teacher just randomly picks people or applies for a student number.

Teacher Wu asked the audience for their opinions, and agreed to let him try to write lines for two people.

Squad leader Wen Hang happened to be the next person, and the two apologized to each other in advance to show their best efforts, and it felt like they were about to go to the battlefield.

But at the moment when the blind listening started, Qi Lin realized how terrifying it was.

Listening to lines is very different from having a conversation.

People will subconsciously observe lip language, and use logic to straighten out the meaning of the sentence by combining the preceding and following sentences. Sometimes the function of the brain is higher than that of the ear——

Therefore, if you can see the picture or understand the previous text, even if the sentence has grammatical errors, it can be fully understood.

But Qi Lin turned his back to him, facing the blackboard with no information, and barely followed the first sentence when his ears caught the words.

He subconsciously wanted to speak slowly, but because he knew the rules, he kept all his words in his heart.

Can't you read it again if you read it so vaguely?

Why can't the articulation be clearer?Oh my god, the wording, buddy!

Don't swallow the ending sound! Hey, still swallow!Brother, if you like Liandu so much, you are cheating yourself! !

The more he wrote, the more numb his scalp felt.

When he read the lines himself, he didn't feel it at all, but when he became the person listening, he realized how many mistakes can be made with just a few lines.

Speech too fast can make consonants ambiguous, indiscriminate nasal sounds can cause unclear vocabulary analysis, and the most terrifying thing is the breath...

If the breath is too weak, the ear can't catch the specific syllables at all, and if it is too strong, it will go out of tune, and even I can't figure out what he is talking about. In the end, I am writing lines like doing reading comprehension.

"Wen Hang, forty." Mrs. Wu shook her head: "Your accent is still very obvious, and you are already in the first semester of college, so change it quickly."

The monitor looked at Qi Lin and smiled apologetically, bowed hurriedly to the audience and the teacher, and went down.

"Next, Jiang Jue."

Qi Lin erased the blackboard full of blanks and wrong words, feeling inexplicably grateful.

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"Jiang Jue, read the third and fifth paragraphs."

Qi Lin picked up the chalk and suddenly remembered counting sheep that night.

The sound is as clear as a spring, without any unnecessary impurities.

He tried to amplify his hearing like a blind man, when the sound of paper being unfolded came from behind, Jiang Jue coughed lightly, heralding the beginning.

"The path of the righteous is surrounded by the injustice of the selfishness and brutality of the wicked."

Every word, every word is clean and clear to the extreme.

It's like the opening monologue of a movie, before the picture unfolds, the voice of the narration has already begun to bring the audience into the plot.

"Bless him with mercy and kindness, he leads the weak out of the dark valleys, he is the keeper of brothers, and the seeker of lost children."

Qi Lin didn't even figure out the meaning of this sentence in his mind, but he began to subconsciously follow each syllable to write the corresponding word.

He didn't need to think, as if he was listening to a late-night broadcast, or the soundtrack of a TV series, all his words were extremely clear.

"When I take revenge, they will know that my name is Yahweh."

The audience was silent, and someone gasped softly.

Jiang Jue controlled the pause and breath transition so well that Qi Lin didn't have to knock on the blackboard to ask for a pause from the beginning to the end.

"Paragraph five."

It's coming fast.

Qi Lin turned around in a hurry, feeling a little nervous.

When Wen Hang read the lines quickly, his hearing was almost as bad as being run over by a truck, and it was not bad to be able to grasp a few words.

"The real devil is the infinitely inflated public opinion, the 'good' citizens who firmly believe that they are good people and gang up on the dirty wild dogs that fall into the gutter."

The voice that was still warm and firm just now suddenly rose up, criticizing and accusing it like a generous statement in a court.

"What is the nature of bullying? Students as perpetrators? Teachers? Schools?"

That pause was like a piercing sarcasm, and then he began to speak faster and faster, but his voice became more and more cadenced, as if pearls and jade collided on the stone steps. The abundant emotion and accurate articulation made every sentence seem to have subtitle.

"These are not the essence. The essence is something more terrifying. It exists not only in classrooms, but also in offices, companies and families, and in every corner of the country."

"The majority is naturally considered to be just, and those with conflicting opinions will be excluded—"

"The essence of bullying — it's the atmosphere."

Qi Lin didn't realize that he was writing down word for word following his voice, and the chalk hit the blackboard like a torrential rain.

Every powerful word seems to have been imprinted in his mind, even if the timeline is out of sync, he can still write it all with the remaining voice in his mind.

The moment he put down the chalk, applause broke out in an instant.

Jiang Jue turned around and looked at every word written on the blackboard.

Word for word.

Qi Lin stared into his bright eyes, and suddenly understood something.

He suddenly knew why Jiang Huang and Jiang Jue had been accustomed to pronunciation methods that were completely different from their daily lives.

Whether they are chatting or chatting with small vendors or assistants, tens of thousands of words and pronunciations are deliberately controlled and adjusted. Every word they say is like being interviewed on the spot. Copying it into the audio track is like a movie. original sound.

Once I am familiar with this pronunciation habit to the bone, I don’t have to worry about such trivial issues as whether my lines are smooth or not when performing.

When they are performing, speaking lines is like playing and singing by themselves. The control of instruments and voices has long been instinctive, and all thoughts and emotions can be poured into the performance itself!

"You heard it all." Professor Wu knocked on the table with the pointer, signaling the students below to be quiet: "Tell me, how many points?"

A group of girls in the audience looked at Jiang Jue with star-eyed expressions, and said in unison: "[-] points!"

There are also two or three boys shouting two hundred points jokingly.

The professor put down his reading glasses, cleared his throat and said, "You youngsters, you can hear me clearly."

"His current [-] points, after leaving the door of this classroom and the theater at this time, he has just passed."

"It's not called excellence, it's called professional level passing, understand?"

And the [-] to [-] points that you can't read these lines smoothly, how much can you count in the industry?

Qi Lingang and Jiang Jue returned to their seats and sat down, and their expressions changed slightly when they heard this sentence.

The old lady is usually kind and kind, but she is never ambiguous when talking about business.

"Everyone wants to be a role. Yes, as long as they have a pretty face these years, even those who are not majors can be popular."

She stood up, without any hesitation in her tone: "But just relying on a blush for ten years, can it be red for 30 years?!"

"Just those few female stars that you usually look down on, go back and listen to their lines by yourself, go back and listen to them all!!"

"If you can't even master the most basic skills, it's not because you don't have enough talent, but because you haven't practiced enough!"

There was no sound in the audience, and the few people who were secretly playing with their mobile phones just now stared at the table with guilty expressions.

Some of them finally realized how far they were from the starting line.

Teacher Qin finally seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the sentence that Teacher Qin said at the beginning of school last year.

"These are all just starting points. 』

Entering the theater at the time and graduating smoothly are just the starting point.

Proficiency in the four subjects of sound table and table is not an advantage, but a duty.

The school is like a pair of powerful wings, separating these students from the impetuous and noisy entertainment circle, so that they can settle down and learn as much housekeeping skills as possible before leaving.

Qi Lin didn't go to the karaoke room after class, and found a swing for a while.

Some seniors in the distance were quietly taking pictures of him with their mobile phones, but he didn't look at them. Instead, he was swinging on the swing in a daze, lost in thought.

He was fortunate enough to play a supporting role in "Song of the Mermaid" before, but the technical content is actually not that great.

Jiang Pinglan's sexuality is woven by the memories of the heroine's mouth and some fragments of silhouettes.

Fuzzy, mysterious and profound, half is due to Jiang Yanzhi's solid lines, and half is due to editing and shooting techniques.

The real him is like the shadow of this character, and the last crying scene is the finishing touch of the two.

Not enough, not enough.

He wants more challenges and more practical experience.

Just at this time, someone finally came over and asked him to sign and take a group photo. Qi Lin smiled and went through the formalities, and went back to the dormitory to make a phone call.

Uncle Fan was informing about the release of the album, supported the bluetooth headset with one hand and said, "What's the matter, little ancestor?"

"Uncle Fan, don't be angry, I just want to ask..." Qi Lin paused for a moment, then asked a little nervously, "Do you still have an audition?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

"You remember you were a singer?"

"Did you know you're a week away from promoting your new CD?"

"I know, I know! I don't... I want to develop a sideline business and contribute to film culture."

Qi Lin took a deep breath, and emphasized again: "I don't want resources, I just want to participate in the audition."

"What?" Uncle Fan vaguely sensed that something was wrong: "The reason why you did that before was because the company was too big, and it was difficult for the company to sell. Other movies are still easy to talk about."

"No, I don't want to act in that kind of shoddy third-rate film, I don't need the money." Qi Lin said seriously: "The auditions for first- and second-tier blockbuster films are very strict, and I know that those directors are not easy to serve, but I still want to try. try."

The agent thought for a long time, but still sighed.

"Okay, you're just what I'm used to."

"There is a modern drama in July that is still picking a leading actor. If you want to go, I will send you the script."

He paused, and then said again: "The director is Bai Ping, you know how strict Lao Bai is in the industry."

People like Wei Feng are grumpy at most, but when making a film, efficiency is the focus of speed, and he can teach actors when they can't get into the state, and he can teach them thoroughly.

But directors like Lao Bai, the writers and directors of commercial and literary films, seem to be very talkative, but they are actually harder to serve than anyone else.

In terms of awards, he won a grand slam. In terms of money, he is a shareholder of several companies. His back is straighter than anyone else. He is not the type of person who can be bribed.

SPF has cooperated with director Bai several times before, and it is easy to talk about simply contributing capital and dividends, but whenever someone wants to stuff actors into it, one end is worse than the other.

Performing with Wei Feng, at most, you will be sprayed until you cry bitterly, and you will be in a trance, but if you perform with Bai Ping, it means that the actor cannot find the feeling and cannot turn on the machine, the actor is not familiar with the lines and cannot turn on the machine. The crew stopped and waited for this person to enter the scene.

In the early years, someone wanted to share some awards with Xiaohua and act in a movie. The crew wasted money because she couldn't cry. In the end, even the sponsor and Xiaohua were ashamed of the fight, and left in a despondent manner.

"You can hear me clearly, this is playing the leading role, not just for fun." Uncle Fan said with a worried look on his face, "Don't fool around and forcefully sign the contract, and in the end, you will be kicked out by that ghost director if you act too badly. Throw me into the East China Sea and feed it to the angler fish, believe it or not."

Qi Lin shook his head quite seriously.

"Uncle Fan, there are no anglerfish in the East China Sea."

The author has something to say: positive demonstration: [B station number: 11703444] When the subtitles are blocked, can you still hear what the actors said?

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Sources of relevant passages:

1. Xi Murong's "Monologue"

When I looked back, I suddenly realized that all the efforts I had made in my life were only for the satisfaction of the people around me.In order to win the praise and smiles of others, I put myself into all the patterns and all the shackles.On the way, I suddenly realized that I was left with only a vague face and a road from which I could not turn back.

2. "Fight Club"

Ads tempt us to buy cars, clothes, and then work like hell to buy things we don't need. We are a generation forgotten by history. We have no purpose, no status, no world wars, no great economic panics. Our wars are just battles of the heart. We The panic is just our life.We grew up watching TV believing that one day we would be millionaires, stars or rock stars, but, we don't.That's the reality we're gradually facing, so we're very angry.

3. Pulp Fiction

I remember a passage of it.Ezekiel chapter 25 verse 17.

"The path of the righteous is surrounded by the injustice of the selfishness and violence of the wicked. Bless him with mercy and kindness, he leads the weak out of the valleys of darkness, he is the keeper of brothers, and the seeker of lost children. And I will kill those who seek to poison and destroy my brother with great rage and hatred. When I take revenge, they will know that my name is Yahweh."

I've been saying this for years, and everyone who's heard it hangs up.I never thought about the meaning of it, I just took it as a cold-blooded declaration to the bastard I was about to kill.

4. "LegalHigh" (uncensored)

But the essence of bullying is the atmosphere. I didn't understand it before, but I realized it after being slandered and ridiculed when something happened.

The atmosphere is in place, bullying is a carnival, no one cares about logic and truth.