Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue was silent for a few seconds, put down the things in his hands, moved a chair and sat opposite him.

This behavior seemed so serious that Qi Lin sat up straight subconsciously.

"I'm serious." He looked into the roommate's eyes, but his tone became hesitant: "I... I have seen your performance, you are excellent."

Although he was only pulled by his father to cultivate his sentiments and took a nap for half an hour, at least he was a part of the regular troupe of Shidu Grand Theatre.

Qi Lin knows the weight of this identity——

For commercials and the like, you only need to pose in various poses according to the instructions, and even if you have acne on your face, you can deal with it without a trace.

But drama is instant, and mistakes are not allowed.

In two and a half hours or more, every second is an instant performance, and the actors have to let the audience into it, and there are a lot of monologues and positions to remember.

If that Jiang Jue is this Jiang Jue, then Qi Lin is really lucky.

The boy didn't seem surprised that his upper berth was once his audience, he just sat upright for a while, and then said: "Every week, three nights, at most one and a half hours, this is what I can help you .”

This promise seems to be too straightforward.

You know, even if you're not a regular actor at the Times Theater, but just an outside art school training teacher, you can sit on the ground and raise the price.

Qi Lin was holding his breath waiting to negotiate terms with him, or trying to win sympathy by acting miserable or cute, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't even ask any more questions.

"……Really?"

Jiang Jue sat there, his eyelashes slightly cast a shadow.

"We are all beginners, and there is not much that can help you."

This—is too modest.

Qi Lin held back the thought of complaining at this moment, and just laughed and said, "I don't even know what to do with the morning exercises tomorrow morning."

"Don't talk about that yet." Jiang Jue raised his eyes to look at him, his expression changed subtly: "Let's talk about yourself first."

Myself?

Qi Lin froze for a moment, a little surprised.

In the past, he had private lessons with several teachers in order to prepare for the art test.

As soon as those teachers spoke, there was a sense of staleness in the 80s and [-]s, and the tone of the scripted ones made people drowsy.

The point is... all kinds of performance exercises are also very embarrassing, and every time I finish it, I feel that my shame is constantly being refreshed.

Jiang Jue got up to get a notebook, picked up a pen, and began to write Qi Lin's name.

The latter watched this series of actions a little nervously, ready to show a commercial smile and sign for him by the way.

"—How many of these textbooks on getting started have you read?"

textbook?

Should I tell the truth?

It's embarrassing to say it... No, I have to be more honest.

Qi Lin coughed dryly, tried his best to suppress the embarrassment in his heart, and changed back to the state of a brat.

"I didn't read it," he lowered his head and whispered, "I don't have any."

Jiang Jue just finished writing the four words of the study plan, and his movements froze.

His voice was a little sluggish: "One...not at all."

"Please, this is a performance, performance!" Qi Lin stood up, trying to make the atmosphere more lively: "A performance should be experienced and watched classics! I, I, I have seen many movies! "Schintler's List"! The Grand Budapest Hotel!"

The other party's expression was still a little stiff.

"I have practiced it too. Have you seen... my black tea advertisement..." Qi Lin said in a softer voice, suddenly feeling as if he had been caught by the teacher for not doing his homework, and said in a half-defensive way: " How can those rules and regulations in the book be more inspiring than master performances."

Jiang Jue's thoughts still stopped half a minute ago, and he slowly confirmed again: "You didn't read one book?"

Qi Lin sat back again and nodded sullenly.

So there is an extra line of words in the book.

"Textbook Learning"

...Why does it feel a little dazzling?

In fact, Qi Lin had thought about all this before.

On the way back, he kept thinking that if he could learn from someone like Jiang Jue who had already eaten this bowl of food, he would definitely be able to acquire all kinds of unique skills!

The feeling is probably like psychological hypnosis. If you want to cry, you can't stop the tears, and you can reach the pinnacle of acting when you turn around.

However, the old actor Jiang Jue seems to say that classmates, you should read the textbook first and then talk about it.

Jiang Jue opened his mouth to break the deadlock.

"If I want to learn composition, do you think I should listen to those melodies, and then memorize them while humming?"

"No," Qi Lin shook his head decisively and said, "You should learn music theory first, this is the foundation."

It is necessary to understand the most basic laws and principles.

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and finally realized what the other party was implying.

The serious-looking roommate got up again, walked to their desks, and motioned for him to come too.

The school distributed a lot of books, and also gave a long list of references.

Compared with the orderliness of Jiang Jue's desk, Qi Lin's desk was piled with various gifts and letters, which obviously didn't look like a student's desk.

Qi Lin was ashamed, he carried the presents to the corner and stacked them, and then moved some of the textbooks out: "Shall I look for you after reading all these?"

"Performance Training"

"Respect for the Performing Arts"

"Six Lectures on Acting Skills"

"Actor's Self-cultivation"

……

He tried to prove his seriousness, and smoked: "Then I'll start watching tonight, and I'll ask you for help after I finish, okay?"

Jiang Jue shook his head.

"This "Six Lectures on Acting" is all in the form of dialogue, you can't read it."

Qi Lin was silent for a few seconds, then took another copy: "This?"

"This book is also a dialogue."

Jiang Jue approached him, took out a copy of Stella Adler's "The Art of Performing" from a stack of books, picked up the book again, and began to help him draw up the reading and study plan for the next four weeks, and then took a Strawberry stickers, pasted the form next to Qi Lin's desk.

Qi Lin twitched his eyebrows looking at the little strawberry.

"No class tonight." Jiang Jue glanced at his watch and said slowly, "I still have 10 minutes to wash up, and then I will read a book for an hour and go to bed."

"Wait—" Qi Lin was afraid that he would go away, so he raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve: "I've been very disturbed."

"I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of my classmates, and I don't want to be reprimanded by the teacher for being too bad in public."

The Shining Man, who had a perfect smile in front of everyone and had an outstanding temperament in the advertisement, was not wearing any mask at the moment, just a cautious and stubborn boy.

"No matter how much you teach me... I am really grateful."

Jiang Jue is a strange existence.

As a roommate, he doesn't have much curiosity or concern about his identity, and doesn't regard him as any special existence.

He also has an excellent career and works, and seems to be very strong.

Qi Lin doesn't have many friends, so he wants to befriend him even more.

"This is the first place you will learn." Jiang Jue blinked and said.

"Ah-huh?"

"Get used to the feeling of active exposure." Jiang Jue looked into his eyes, his tone gradually changing.

"On stage, in front of the camera, in any environment."

You are fully exposed without protection.

"How could that be?" Qi Lin laughed, waved his hands and said, "Jiang Jue, I only held a concert with [-] people last year. I may not understand other things, but this one? I'm afraid I know as much as you do."

Jiang Jue didn't respond to this sentence, but watched him hold his hand.

It was only when Qi Lin lowered his head that he realized what he was looking at. This was a defensive action, subconsciously giving himself a sense of security.

A singer can do anything, but an actor can't.

Actors have to manage their every expression and every little action.

"I don't know what it's like to be a star." Jiang Jue raised his hand, slowly took his hand off, and put it back on his waist.

"But as an actor, living in full exposure can fully become that character."

It doesn't matter if you want to play the king, the jester, the whore, or the monk.

All your actions should be the actions of that character.

And the fear of being exposed, as well as the shame of various behaviors, even if it is hidden in the subconscious, will affect entering the play.

Qi Lin didn't feel that he saw the real Jiang Jue until this moment.

There is no such a slightly dull breath, and there is no silence so quiet that it is boring.

Even if he took most of the presents for himself and tidied them up during the day, he didn't say a single unnecessary word.

But now, when talking about his familiar fields, he began to look like a different person, his eyes began to show sharpness, and his voice was so serious that there was no doubt about it.

"Tomorrow's morning exercises, as well as the performance classes and work exhibitions every day in the future, are all constantly honing your ability." Jiang Jue's voice was unhurried, but every word was clear and clean, and his breath was still steady: "If you're just trying to be flawless in these situations, then there's no real point in studying."

Qi Lin took a deep breath, thinking that it would be embarrassing to lose face.

A small win is worse than a big one.

"What should I practice tomorrow? Teacher Qin said that he can choose anything from the list."

"Well, eight hundred soldiers are rushing to the north slope?" Jiang Jue glanced at his watch, waved his hand and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

Decided!The first goal is to memorize this tongue twister!

Jiang Jue glanced at the roommate who suddenly became excited as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, and silently went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As he approached the bathroom, he smelled the faint scent of laurel.

Not only has the clearness of grass and trees, but also has an inconspicuous sweet fragrance.

When he came back after taking a shower, the room echoed intermittently with eight hundred pacesetters rushing to the north slope.

Obviously, this long string of recitations is not bad, and it will take some effort to memorize them.

Qi Lin fell on the bed, covered his face and shouted loudly, and sat up suddenly when he heard footsteps: "Excuse me, you can read a book."

"No, you continue." Jiang Jue signaled: "I will not be disturbed."

Qi Lin nodded, but his voice was much lower.

For the entire hour, Jiang Jue sat upright, reading a book almost motionless.

Qi Lin, on the other hand, recited his back while sitting, and recited his stomach after reclining, watching the back of his new roommate and new tutor several times.

When the time came, Jiang Jue put away his books and went back to the lower bunk, pulled up the quilt and lay down, then fell asleep in seconds.

Don't even play with the phone, just fall asleep with the pillow on it.

...Good old cadre Jiang.

Good night, old cadre Jiang.

Qi Lin quietly leaned on the railing to see that he was indeed asleep, feeling a little complicated.

Jiang Jue didn't sleep well.

In his dreams, he always felt like thunder was going to strike above his head, and the dark clouds piled up together and creaked, making the sound of wood being pressed back and forth.

Someone was vaguely whispering in a low voice over and over again.

"North—slope—eight—hundred—cannon—soldiers—cannon—"