Son of the Bone

There was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

Jiang Jue opened the door and saw a woman wearing sunglasses appearing in front of him.

His eyes changed, and he quickly glanced at the empty corridor, and quickly closed the door after she came in.

"Mom!" He couldn't help laughing: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yanzhi took off his sunglasses and mask, and put the small ice box in his hand on the table.

"This is—" Jiang Jue said in surprise, "My dad is here again?"

"He made Mango Melaleuca and insisted that I bring it to you." Jiang Yanzhi sat beside him, watching him open the ice pack layer by layer to find the dessert box underneath.

"You came here on purpose, it's so troublesome to be so far away." Although Jiang Jue said so, he still wiped the small fork very honestly, and began to eat dessert in front of her.

The mango and crepe crust are quite fresh, and the sweetness of the whipped cream is refreshing and moderate.

If Dad were to be a cook, there would probably be three blocks of queues at the door of the store.

"Speaking of which, how are you thinking about the book?" Jiang Yanzhi couldn't help laughing when he saw him concentrating on forking mango diced: "I should have finished the script by now."

Jiang absolutely refused to talk while eating, and only quickly finished the desserts made by his father and cleaned up the scene before sitting across from her.

"Dragon Blood Seal" is far more complicated than he imagined.

His last movie "Star Journey" was digging more into the essence of the characters.

For example, the privacy and freedom that Yue Yu should have as a citizen, such as what he lost and gained when he was a superstar.

All the plots serve for the continuous deepening of this character, the character is the main body, and the plot is just water for fish to swim.

In the process of filming "Star Journey", Jiang Jue only had to dig out the different physical reactions and emotional expressions of the two identities. As long as he fit the character's state of mind at that time as much as possible, he could complete the task satisfactorily.

The script of "Star Journey" has 120 acts, and he himself wrote nearly ten pages of analysis notes, and the work was completed quite smoothly.

But "Dragon Blood Seal" is an epic fantasy masterpiece, with more than 200 scenes interspersed with tight suspense, climaxes and dangers abound throughout the whole process, and there are large-scale green screen shots.

Empress Luo Xuanhua has entered her twilight years and intends to support her own daughter Luo Yang to succeed her.

However, the power minister Tantai Ming and King Yijing tried to disrupt power and interfere in politics, and the two forces were constantly testing and playing games with each other.

In this context, the Dragon Blood Seal was discovered in a spring, and was sent to the temple by officials on the same day.

This white seal looks like a piece of jade, but the bright red bloodstains swim in the jade like brilliance. It is the legendary fetish that can summon the sky dragon to bow its head on the night of new moon.

The script is a two-line narrative, so simply reading the script requires writing to sort out many details.

The first line talks about the factional struggle between the lord faction and the power official faction, and their completely different understandings of power checks and balances.

The second line is constantly deciphering the legend and magic of the Dragon Blood Seal, paving the way for the final Night of the True Dragon.

These two lines finally cooperated. The powerful minister seized the blood seal by the hand of the prince, and got the blessing touch of Tianlong under the moon, but was finally killed by the queen's sword, and the powerful faction finally disintegrated like scattered sand.

"This role is too heavy." He brought over a stack of analysis he had written recently, and showed it to his mother: "I still don't understand...why did he give his housekeeper a bottle of medicine."

Jiang Yanzhi took the notebook with clear notes, and said casually, "Because he thought he would fail."

"Is that—is it poison?" Jiang Jue said in surprise, "He wanted to poison his seriously ill daughter to death?!"

Jiang Yanzhi raised his eyebrows, and said unhurriedly: "If he doesn't strike, the Empress will only use more cruel methods to cut grass and roots."

It's better to die unconsciously in sleep than to have a sword pierced through the heart.

While chatting, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

"Is Jiang Jue here?"

Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at his mother, who had no intention of hiding.

He went to the door and only opened a small gap: "What's the matter?"

Wen Hang was stunned when he saw other people sitting inside, and asked in surprise: "Hello——are you?"

"My former teacher." Jiang Jue said casually, "She came to talk to me about the script."

"Oh, hello, teacher!" Wen Hang didn't see who the silhouette was, he greeted and continued: "Lao Jiang, are you free later? I want to ask you about the lines... We always feel that you The professional class is quite powerful, is it convenient for me to ask you?"

"Is seven in the evening okay?"

"Okay! Thank you!"

When the door was closed again, Jiang Yanzhi repeated with a smile: "Lao Jiang? Teacher Jiang?"

Jiang Jue sighed, rubbed his brows and said, "Let's continue talking about the script."

When the child was very young, his mother and father took turns taking him to Broadway or other theaters to meet the world.

His sense of rhythm and rhythm, as well as his cognition of spoken language, are almost natural.

Jiang Yanzhi refused to teach him too direct and practical skills, but spent a lot of time with him throughout his childhood and adolescence, so that Xiao Jiangjue could sing a whole song with good pitch when he was three or four years old "Memory".

Due to the limitations of the environment and cognition, the teaching in Jiang Jue's concept has always been the teaching style of his father, with an outline.

When he was in junior high school and high school, whenever he had free time, he would write a lesson plan, take him to watch a movie, and analyze it with him halfway.

From positioning to angle, from different shots to composition and focus, Bai Ping taught him the whole system in advance in a rather academic way.

Compared with his father, tutor, and other veteran actors in the repertory troupe, Jiang Yanzhi gave him a lot of restraint—it can also be called stinginess.

Little do they know that this kind of conscious restraint is also one of the treasures for him.

When the sun goes down, the question-and-answer session ends.

The script was bookmarked six or seven times, and he unknowingly wrote another three pages of notes.

"Your image is too thin." Jiang Yanzhi took a look and touched the child's face: "If you want to play a power official, do you know the approximate body fat percentage?"

"Tantai Ming is a civil servant, so it shouldn't be." Jiang Jue touched his arm subconsciously.

"Not enough, you need to gain muscle and fat. You are playing an adult who is four years older than yourself. Being too thin will only make you look like a child." She shook her head and said, "You must gain at least four catties before the audition. Is protein powder enough?"

"enough."

Wait... so you can eat fat according to the order?

Jiang Jue blinked, suddenly a little happy.

He suppressed his appetite for too long, and sometimes he was a little shaken when he passed the cafeteria.

"Still pay attention to sugar control, eat more beef and chicken breast." Jiang Yanzhi glanced at his watch, patted his shoulder reassuringly and said: "I should go, see you at the audition."

She opened her arms and motioned for the child to come and hug her.

Jiang Jue hesitated for a moment, but still embraced it, and said with a little expectation: "Will you come to the audition?"

He hasn't seen his mother for a long time, and the two of them haven't had a chance to chat more.

"Well, I went for you."

Jiang Yanzhi noticed that he was rubbing against himself subconsciously, and couldn't help laughing.

After staying with Qi Lin for a long time, everyone has become cute.

"Actually, I know that you are not very confident about the audition."

She thought for a while, and then said.

The script is thick and complicated, the relationship between the characters is densely intertwined, and the interaction between different characters is obviously different.

He's too young, and he's not following Bai Ping's crew, so I'm afraid he still feels uneasy.

Jiang Jue let go of her, bowed his head and hummed.

"Doing art is actually the same as falling in love." Jiang Yanzhi's smile grew stronger: "If you don't make mistakes, don't experience it once, you will never know what you can do better."

"But when you are at a loss and confused, the first thing to do is to trust yourself."

She had been waiting for the chicks to peck through their shells and fly out.

Even during this process, how many times I wanted to cut off the eggshell in my heart, I still have to wait for him to release all his abilities before guiding him how to fly.

Jiang Jue watched her put on her mask, hat, and sunglasses, then watched her walk through the corridor and gradually disappear downstairs.

He always felt that when his mother appeared, he was just a child.

No matter how calm and calm you usually dress, you will still break your merits when it is time to break your merits.

——But compared with Qi Lin, he is still much more stable.

He drew up a recipe for himself, ordered a sorrel fish tomato salad for takeaway, and got up to tidy up the notes written by his mother just now.

Mom and Dad's words are so beautiful.

I hope... I can handle this role well.

At night, there was another knock on the door of the dormitory.

Wen Hang appeared at the door, followed by two other boys.

"Old Jiang—they also want to listen to you, do you mind?"

The two boys in the back yelled in a very doggy manner: "Take me, Xueba!"

Jiang Jue laughed amusedly, motioned for them to come in and find a place to sit, and turned to pour water.

His popularity in the class has always been very good.

In other departments, Xueba's notes or review materials are often hard to find. At the end of the semester, there will always be a group of people asking for the key points of the drawing.

But this is the acting department, and the written exams are almost all open-book, and the real things to be tested cannot be done by memorizing.

Everyone has a different basis for coming in, and the follow-up status of the content taught by the teacher is also different.

Like Qi Lin Jiangjue, who was taken to the theater for a while for nothing, and his comprehension ability has been silently cultivated.

However, some students are admitted because of their appearance or other conditions. Even if the teacher's teaching is already very basic, there are cases where they can't keep up.

So many things are unfair from the starting line.

"Isn't there still a big homework at the end of the semester?" The class leader looked embarrassed, and sat next to him with the textbook of the lines class: "Although the few of us have been practicing in private, things like our accent or the speed of catching up when we speak, have always been difficult. I can’t seem to find the door.”

The boy next to him nodded and said annoyedly: "For example, when you get the lines right, if you are quicker, you will be robbed, and if you are slower, you will be like a fool. You just can't find that natural sense of conversation-you usually speak well. , as soon as I get the book, I won’t be able to!”

Jiang Jue took a sip of hot tea, thought for a while and said, "Have you ever heard cross talk?"

In terms of sense of rhythm and breath, how can there be less cross talk.