Son of the Bone

The next day, everyone arrived on time.

When Jiang Jue appeared, he was carrying an alarm clock in his hand.

The dial and hands can make people more clearly aware of the passage of time.

Among the twelve characters, only three or four have a lot of lines, but the existence of others is also to constantly detonate emotions or trigger turning points.

Some people waited for six or seven minutes as if waiting for their lines, and they might start to lose their minds unconsciously.

When everyone looked at him, there was a little more awe and trust in their eyes.

Sheng Tianshuo glanced at him, and subconsciously began to write words in his head again.

——He memorized it until one or two o'clock in the evening yesterday, and he was so proficient that he could blurt it out, and he would never give him a chance to criticize.

"First time, start."

Everyone looked serious, and everyone began to enter the state.

It took 36 minutes until the last person finished reciting the words.

"It's much better." Someone couldn't help but said, "Yesterday we couldn't even read it smoothly."

"We can start rehearsing the play." Jiang Jue opened his notebook and asked, "Have you done all the character analysis?"

Some people had happy faces, thinking that they came prepared, while others looked embarrassed, maybe their minds were empty.

They spent some time polishing the characters, and everyone's lines were constantly revised.

After the second and third times, further deepening and adjustment.

The second hand jumps forward faithfully, but the atmosphere is always serious and serious.

In the beginning, everyone didn't make a fuss because Jiang Jue said that those who didn't follow the rules could be pushed out at any time, and he came forward to apply for a replacement.

But the further back the row, the difficulty of the drama gradually became apparent.

The lines - just the sound, let them practice directly to the day when Teacher Qin practiced.

Everyone usually practices morning kung fu, some of them are sincere in order to keep the word out, some are afraid of being deducted from their grades and dare not miss work, the real kung fu and fake skills are quite obvious at this time.

For example, girls are prone to lack of breath, and other people can't hear clearly when their voice is too low, and they become shouting at the top of their voices when they are too loud. The pronunciation of the diaphragm taught in the lines class is forgotten in the gym.

The boys are not much better, although all of them have loud voices, but when they really quarrel, they are like shrews swearing at the street, there is no difference between the role of arguing with reason and messing around.

People like Sheng Tianshuo had too many lines, breaking his voice or stuttering was common, and his face would turn red when he was anxious, but a large group of lines was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get through.

Although Wen Hang speaks with some accent, the character he chose can only speak with yin and yang. The difficulty is moderate, and he is not too tired.

In the morning work, if the rhetoric is not smooth, at most it will show a clumsiness in front of the dialogue teacher, and if I am not capable enough, there will always be friends who get low scores together.

But dramas and group dramas have never been alone.

The characters in the script are fighting for morality, for defending the law and humanities, and they are constantly grabbing and interrupting in a very life-like way.

But as an actor, if you want to interrupt at the right time, you must hear what other people are saying clearly.

However, if the line skills of the suppressing character and the suppressed character are insufficient, it sounds like the roles are completely reversed.

Teacher Qin came as scheduled, and this time I heard them perform the whole book.

She was really disappointed at first.With two days on the weekend and one day on Monday, these brats changed the script and didn't even get the lines right. Giving them a chance is completely ruining their own reputation.

I didn't expect to go through it again today, as if everyone had been cleaned up and changed their appearance.

After going through it this time, although there are still various big and small problems, at least it can be clearly seen that this book has been acted out in a prototype, and at least some people have already started to act.

She stood up suspiciously and walked around the long table.

The students were also quite apprehensive, for fear that she would really fail the subject.

"You...have you asked someone to help you?" Teacher Qin said slowly, "Who has led you to systematic training?"

Someone couldn't help laughing, Zhang Ke'er whispered: "Teacher, we asked Jiang Juejiao to teach us."

Qin Yizhu remembered something, but still looked at Jiang Jue with some surprise.

This child is usually quiet, but at this time he can subdue this group of irritable children, that is really capable.

"Come on." She nodded encouragingly: "Try to come back with an award."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they said hello in unison.

Grind lines in the first week, and grind interactions and performances in the second week.

Jiang Jue originally saved a lot of time, allowing himself and Qi Lin to find more time to ponder their own movie scripts, but it was only in the second week that he realized that this matter was more troublesome than he thought.

Jiang·Sanhao student·Jue, usually concentrates on taking notes and listening to the teacher when he is in class, and he will polish it repeatedly when he encounters unfamiliar ones when doing interactive exercises. Who knows that some people often play mobile phones and check Weibo during class.

Obviously a lot of things are taught by the teacher - how can I forget all of them at this time?

"You are the king with bronze." Qi Lin couldn't help but said while eating: "I feel tired after listening to it in the afternoon."

"It's more than just bronze." Fang Chengran took a sip of water: "He's a king wearing plastic."

In the past two weeks, Jiang Jue has lost two catties again, and now he is free to eat chocolate marshmallows in the dormitory when he is free.

They were chatting when a familiar figure quickly walked over nearby.

"Isn't this Sheng Tianshuo?" Fang Chengran glanced at him and said, "Why are his eyes red?"

"It's too much pressure." Qi Lin glanced sympathetically: "I heard from the monitor in the dormitory with him that he was afraid of disturbing everyone's rest, so he went to the fire exit every day to practice his lines until midnight, and now his voice is hoarse. "

Jiang Jue had been eating meat all the time, but he paused when he heard this.

He sighed inaudibly, got up with the dinner plate and said, "I'll go over."

Qi Lin froze for a moment, and watched Jiang Jue sit opposite Sheng Tianshuo.

"Hey! Why?" He puffed up like a puffer fish: "Jiang Jue doesn't usually comfort me, okay?"

"What comforts you?" Fang Chengran said coolly, "Consolation that you were invited to walk the red carpet at the Milan fashion show? Consolation that you got a film appointment with a big director? Or comfort that you are super rich?"

Qi Lin glared at him: "Don't tear down the stage!"

Sheng Tianshuo felt a little uncomfortable to swallow when he was eating, and he chewed the salad without saying a word.

When Jiang Jue sat across from him, he was stunned for a moment, and only bowed his head to say hello.

"I really don't have acting experience... I've caused you trouble these days." He lowered his head and didn't dare to look into Jiang Jue's eyes, for fear that he would change roles with him.

Like Lao Jiang, even the stage of the Shidu Grand Theater is casual, so there is no shortage of opportunities.

But with no money or background like myself, if he wants to get ahead, he has to find a way to compete for every small performance.

When people fight, there will always be embarrassment.

But how can you win without fighting?

"You can't always drink cold water." Jiang Jue cut the steak, put down the knife and fork after thinking about it, and said slowly: "Take care of your throat... In addition to using the correct method of vocalization, avoid alcohol, tobacco and ice. "

He noticed that Sheng Tianshuo usually rehearses with a cold drink, and doesn't use a thermos in winter or summer.

"Yes...Is that so?" The boy froze for a moment, then looked up at him: "Sorry, I didn't understand this before."

"It's very difficult to act in a drama for the first time." Jiang Jue felt a little uncomfortable when chatting privately, staring at the cauliflower on his plate and said: "If you are flustered, or you are afraid that your momentum will be suppressed by others...you can put It's all fancied as a graduation defense."

"reply?"

"Well, as long as you fail, you won't have a degree certificate, and four years of university studies will be wasted." Jiang Jue's tone was quite calm, which could make people relax unconsciously: "Release the fear and tension in your heart directly, There will also be a lot of momentum when speaking lines."

While chewing the lettuce leaves, Qi Lin kept his eyes on Jiang Jue the whole time.

Fang Chengran took a sip of his soda and looked at him with disgust: "You like him so much, you don't even confess."

Qi Lin didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, and almost choked on it.

"Don't talk nonsense." Qi Lin glared at him: "College students should study hard and make progress every day. What kind of love is not healthy!"

"Jiang Jue... he can't be straight," Fang Chengran was a little more interested at this time, and tentatively said: "That buddy, you are hard enough."

Qi Lin never thought in this direction, just shook his head, and tapped the dinner plate with his fork: "Concentrate on eating, don't interrupt."

"I'll teach you a way." Fang Cheng, the prodigal son in love, sat up straighter, with an inscrutable expression on his face: "Have you ever heard of the cold reading method?"

Someone appears to be concentrating on eating, but their ears and tail are pricked up.

"what?"

"I'm almost done teasing my sister, so I'll use this method to see the progress bar." Fang Chengran tapped his own mineral water bottle with chopsticks, motioning Qi Lin to look over it: "Do you see the distance between the two of us?"

"What's the matter?" Qi Lin didn't understand: "Are you going to do magic tricks too?"

"No," Fang Chengran measured the distance between their bottles with two fingers: "This is the psychological distance between me and you."

They are close friends, but not GAYGAY's close friends, so they are not particularly close, but it can be seen that they are leaning on each other.

"Next time you casually put your own cup next to Xiaojiang's, just stick it close." Fang Chengran smiled like a fox: "He is such a clean freak and introverted, if he didn't subconsciously pull the cup away The distance between them can at least show that the heart accepts your approach."

Even if it is pulled apart, by observing the distance between the two cups, you can understand the current progress.

In the cold reading technique, this cup actually symbolizes two people. Even if they put milk tea cups, they are almost always placed next to each other when they are in love.

"You are all crooked." Qi Lin was actually a little shaken: "Does it work?"

"Have you heard of Ishii Hiroyuki?" Fang Chengran distanced the distance between the two cups: "It's all knowledge."

-2-

On the day of the performance, there was a strange sense of anticipation of relief.

As long as tomorrow is over, you can rest assured that you can go to the summer vacation.

The props and background sound are all ready, and the revised lines and characters have been fitted to the actors to the maximum extent.

Qi Lin walked around in front of the closet twice, holding three hangers and calling out: "Juejue! Do you think I will wear this suit tomorrow!"

"Not suitable." Jiang Jue leaned over to feel the texture: "The material is too good."

He wants to play a philistine and rogue taxi driver, but the driver doesn't wear long-staple cotton or blended clothes like Armani.

Qi Lin put the clothes back quite obediently, and after thinking about it, he picked two more: "What about this one?"

"No." Jiang Jue helped him put the hanger back: "This cut almost seems to be shouting 'you come and see me, I'm so stylish'."

A real driver will only wear breathable cheap goods, because it is easy to sweat after sitting in the driver's seat for a long time, and the clothes should also have obvious signs of wear and tear.

From this point of view, one should borrow clothes from the sports department or e-sports madman.

The boys from the acting department lived on the entire fourth floor, and they were all in a row before the performance.

They didn't dare to eat or drink, and would rather be hungry than go wrong in the middle of the performance.

Under the guidance of senior seniors, they went to the backstage of the auditorium to put on makeup and change clothes two hours in advance, and they lined up together.

The sounds of auditions began to be heard from the stage ahead, and gradually the audience began to take their seats, and performance teams from other grades also appeared in the dressing room.

Those juniors and seniors, some of them are like fairy couples half wearing feather robes, and some are seriously dressed like farmers who have just planted rice seedlings, with large pieces of mud splashed on their legs.

The huge backstage is like a noisy Halloween celebration, with different people wearing classic or modern clothes passing by in groups, and various teachers occasionally come to confirm the scheduling.

This group of first-year students practiced for two weeks, and they had found a lot of confidence. When they saw the relaxed feeling on the seniors and sisters, they felt a little drum in their hearts.

The host's announcement came from the other side of the stage, followed by rainy applause, which could be vaguely heard.

The squad leader counted the number of people one last time, confirmed that everyone was deployed, and led them to wait beside.

After the last show finished, the curtain was lowered, and people quickly dragged away the set and fake trees and horses. The host started telling jokes in front of the screen to delay the time.

They quickly arranged all the tables, chairs and props, and sat down in the order that had been repeated countless times.

The table and the auditorium form an upside-down T shape, so that people in the audience can see everyone's faces and various actions.

Qin Yizhu and the leaders sat under the stage, feeling a little nervous when the curtain was raised.

She participated in guidance and teaching, and explained the key points of the general direction quite clearly.

But the details that require countless hours to dig out are done by these children together.

Twelve chairs of different styles were borrowed from various places. Number eight was sitting on a judge's chair, which symbolized truth and authority. The three clowns were all sitting on classical chairs that only appeared in dramas.

Each of them is wearing a headset, and the lines are clearly heard, and the emotions are on point throughout the whole process.

From the first round of votes by show of hands, the group portrait has been quite clear.

People who pay attention to this issue and really think about the choice of life and death not only sit upright, but also have a standard right angle when raising their hands.

And like Qi Lin and a few others who were absent-minded, they not only slumped there with slumped shoulders, but also raised their hands as if they were reaching out to stop a taxi.

When each character speaks, the image of the different characters is reinforced again.

Through the influence of upbringing and position, people choose whether to listen to other people's speeches and whether to pay attention to them.

Low-quality characters will cock their legs and talk while shaking, and even pick their teeth and ears in front of everyone.

The electric fan was broken, and the windows were small. As the temperature rose, those who undressed took off their clothes, and those who fanned the corners of their clothes exposed half of their stomachs. The man sneezed violently.

Those who lowered their heads to concentrate on smoking, when a phone rang after a while, and those who became more and more irritable and knocked on the table with their knuckles when they had nothing to do, all reflected the state of different people when they were silent.

Qin Yizhu's eyes brightened the more he looked, and his smile also rose.

The adaptation of the performance is really quite surprising.

Movies are different from plays.

Movies have close-ups and close-ups, which can guide the audience to pay attention to some deliberately designed points.

But the drama is on a stage, with twelve people sitting in front of the table, how to have a dramatic effect, how to make the audience aware of everyone's state and position changes, all have to be adapted into a drama.

At this time, the skills of the director and actors were further demonstrated.

The actors sitting outside got up one by one, or answered the phone next to them, or went to the corner to sulk in anger.

The actors who are further exposed and close in are as if they have been described in close-up, and can attract everyone's attention more easily.

The head of the jury looked at Jiang Jue, and said in a rather businesslike tone, "Have you finished?"

The surgeon looked refined and clean, even the sleeves on his wrists were well rolled up.

"Can I say a few more words?"

His voice has been deliberately adjusted to be colder and deeper, making people subconsciously recall the cold operating room.

"Of course!" Wen Hang made a gesture of invitation.

"That's right." Jiang Jue looked at Sheng Tianshuo, speaking unhurriedly, but able to attract everyone's attention: "I don't agree with your conclusion, but I appreciate your attitude."

He sat up straighter, the micro-expression on his face was constantly changing with the context, and the polite and friendly smile had a sense of intimacy.

"I'm an emergency doctor. When I'm working, sometimes the patient is considered brain-dead, and the body is full of tubes, which is very painful." His tone was restrained and respectful, and he paused and said: "The family members suffer even more because of this. "

"After discussing, they decided to give up the treatment." His eyes turned away, and his tone began to change: "Although, let me agree to these without any legal obstacles, but it is still very difficult."

"Respect for life is why I appreciate your attitude. But I still think that this rich second generation is guilty, and I'm done."

"Understood." The head of the jury looked at No. [-] behind him and arranged, "It's your turn."

The classmate was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the flashing lights and countless pairs of eyes below the stage, opened his mouth for a long time and even forgot his words.

Jiang Jue immediately realized something was wrong, but as a well-educated person, he shouldn't rush to talk at this time.

The next second, Qi Lin stood up.

Regardless of his appearance, he held the corner of his shoulder to let himself breathe, patted the table casually and said: "Look, people think this is nothing to say-the facts are here, the son killed the father, guilty !"

"How could you do this?" Jiang Jue looked at him, then at No. [-], with the appearance of a peacemaker: "Please respect the order of speaking."

"Order? What order? Have you heard what the Internet says about that kid?" Qi Lin leaned against chair No. [-] like a second-generation ancestor, rolled his eyes and said, "I studied abroad for two years, but I couldn't pass the exam. The university makes trouble every day, and even plays with knives—what kind of person is this?!"

The classmate who forgot his words finally found out that Qi Lin had spoken the lines for him, and nodded abruptly, "Yes! That's right!"

"You can't say that." Sheng Tianshuo immediately picked it up, helped smooth things over and said with a smile: "The case and private life cannot form a direct logical relationship. You can't just say that a person is a murderer just because his private life is controversial! "

Qi Lin exchanged glances with him, and continued to speak the following words according to the notebook.

But when the case was deduced, the trouble reappeared.

This time it wasn't that he forgot the words, it was Number Four who said the following lines in a string, directly speeding up the whole reasoning process.

Jiang Jue just coughed, politely asked if he could intervene, and then began to use improvised lines to rewind the progress of the entire stage.

Qi Lin has actually memorized the entire script, and it is smooth and natural at the moment, without any trace of hanging up.

The roles of the two of them have nothing to do with each other—one is a savage taxi driver, the other is a calm and self-sufficient emergency doctor, but the singing and arguing in the live performance are as natural as the script should be. .

——As everyone knows, in the real script, they never even had a single interactive line.

But the layers of the characters look quite clear and three-dimensional, and the audience was amused several times.

In the full twenty kinds, there are also those who speak nonsense, some who say strings together, and some who say lines without getting angry in the quarrel.

Everyone is still inexperienced in live performances, and if one person makes a mistake, the others will follow suit.

But Qi Lin and Jiang Jue were like the administrators who kept the train running at high speed, quietly guiding and supplementing.

Without any prior negotiation, everything depends on a thorough understanding of the entire script.

Qi Lin was the black face who made jokes, and Jiang Jue was the red face who smoothed things over with a good voice, and even the lines that were hanging were constantly hinting at what the people behind him should do——

There is a long-term tacit understanding in it.

Ridiculous, refuted, interrupted, repeated explanations, and the plot that was not clearly expressed was constantly led back to the right path. The audience did not know what happened from the beginning to the end.

When the last line is finished, the performance is exactly 25 minutes.

There are no clocks on site, and the progress bar is all intuitive.

When everyone collectively bowed and took the curtain call, the applause from the audience was like thunder.

All held hands, Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief as they bowed.

Jiang Jue held Qi Lin's hand tightly, and said thank you softly.

"It should." Qi Lin clasped his fingers with him, and smiled frankly.

The author has something to say: "Rescue the field: from entry to entry" [Author: Jiang Jue/Qi Lin]

It's true that live performances can go wrong... there's nothing to say about that.

No matter how much preparation is made in the early stage, the performance may still be chaotic later on. If you forget the words, you must rely on the cover of your peers (x

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I wish you all a happy reading.