Son of the Bone

Even if it's only lit by a desk lamp, Jiang Jue's profile looks as good as a Japanese photo.

His facial features are soft and beautiful, without the abrupt lines of plastic surgery, and what attracts people is more from the inside out.

Warm, pure, and contains silent power.

Qi Lin subconsciously took a second look, coughed dryly, flipped through the textbook, and took the phone.

He chose a passage from the classic drama "The Rhinoceros in Love".

Today's movies rarely have long monologues. Compared with dramas, it is better to practice alone.

"Twilight is the time when my eyesight is the worst. At a glance, the streets are full of beauties, and the tall buildings and streets have changed to their usual shapes, just like in a movie."

Qi Lin focused on every word, and subconsciously used a low and slightly hoarse voice.

"You're standing at the corner of the stairs, with some kind of fragrant smell, a little wet, strange breath."

He paused, trying to convey a slightly frustrated and tender feeling.

"I didn't know you were crying until I passed by."

"That's when it happened."

He actually has confidence in this practice.

Before the art exam, I worked overtime to make up lessons, and I have been a singer for many years. Both lung capacity and breath control are much better than ordinary people.

Each word must be accurately syllable, each level must be filled with breath, and then add some emotions...

Jiang Jue was listening to these lines, and suddenly remembered the scent of laurel in the bathroom.

A little bit of sweetness, a bit like pastry, steep memory is a bit hungry.

He came back to his senses, took the phone, and let Qi Lin's voice be played again.

There is no noise, no sound of swallowing saliva, obviously it has been professionally trained before.

Much better than he expected.

"I feel so embarrassed." Qi Lin sat next to him and said uncomfortably, "But the tone of the words seems to be fine."

Jiang Jue played the recording again, listened intently, and then said: "Have you noticed that people never take the lines on TV as someone chatting at home."

The reason is that the voices in the TV series, whether it is roaring, telling, questioning, or pleading, are full of breath, almost allowing every word to burst open in the ears of the audience.

"Is it because of lack of Qi?" Qi Lin realized something, he stood up and began to take a deep breath to adjust his breath, and began to monologue again into the phone.

"——You are different, unique, soft, clean, the same as the sky, my Mingming, how can I make you understand?"

He tried to put the scene into the uneasy feeling of secret love, so that his emotions could further fit the characters.

Sincere, slow, and somewhat dignified.

The boy's voice has been enhanced with a progressive texture, and the slight plea makes people feel a little uneasy.

Jiang Jue blinked and said affirmatively, "That's what it means."

He didn't even need to confirm again with his mobile phone, he felt the boy's savvy and talent.

Qi Lin, who was still affectionate just now, took a step forward, smiled a little smugly, pointed to his chest and said, "This is the diaphragmatic breathing method. My vocal teacher said before that singing and practicing lines have something in common. of."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang was unmoved. Obviously, he didn't even plan to give him a compliment. He picked up a pen and marked him a few pages, then turned around and wrote a few lines.

That movement was neat and tidy, almost like a doctor prescribing a prescription.

"Starting from today, I will go through these roles again, and practice in front of the tape recorder every night. I have already taught you the effect of the practice."

The meaning behind the words is obviously, you should practice on your own first, I'll just go back and read a book.

Several characters range from a big boy who fits his image to a cunning and stingy trader, from a pretentious county magistrate to a cautious spare tire boy. Not only are there no connections, but each one is more difficult.

"Hey Brother Jiang——Brother Jiang, are you ready to leave get out of class?" Qi Lin was afraid that he would withdraw like this, and hurriedly said: "Can you tell me about the script of this movie, how else can I prepare?"

Although Lao Jiang is a drama actor, he knows how to do it. If I can give you some pointers.

Jiang Jue only felt that every time he wanted to sneak back to read, he would grab him like a cat, and looking straight at the paw on his shoulder, he said briefly: "I am from [-] to [-] Born in February."

"Then you are younger than me, Mr. Xiaojiang, I was born in July!" Qi Lin rubbed his soft black hair more brazenly, and said again in a bewitching manner: "Can you talk more? Okay, okay?" .”

Although he is not familiar with the lines, he is still very handy in releasing TV shows and giving benefits to fans.

Jiang Jue only felt his fingertips grazing his earlobe and neck, his breathing was disturbed by an inch, and he took a small step back.

He glanced at the tall and tall roommate, and decided to confess.

Although he hasn't finished reading the "The Marriage of Figaro" yet, he is really afraid that this guy will come over and hug the big golden retriever raised by the neighbor next door. Qi Lin can definitely do this. .

It's so shameless.

Things went smoothly than Qi Lin imagined, but there were still many twists and turns.

He is a good student who is hardworking enough. He concentrates on listening to lectures and taking notes in class. He is always the first one to arrive in the morning exercise. Now he has memorized the entire list of tongue twisters by heart, and even started to practice Guankou.

——The more I practice, the more I feel that the tongue can be tied into a double happiness knot. At the end of the reading, I really want to perform a boulder in the chest on the spot.

A group of students are beginning to adapt to the increasingly busy and fulfilling new university life, and those who used to skip class to secretly take pictures of Qi Lin are obviously busy fighting for food, classrooms and sound rooms. The only thing that remains the same is the endless cleaning of the dormitory door Various gifts.

Even the front, back, left, and right dormitories have received a lot of favors. If there is nothing to do, they help to report the news and clean up the fruit basket and pastry box at the door, so as not to attract the wrath of the dormitory aunt.

But after two or three weeks, something was not quite right.

The gentle and quiet roommate who collects gifts for Qi Lin every day seems to have not come out to clean the battlefield for several days.

Immediately afterwards, even Qi Lin stopped haunting the dormitory, and at the end of September, the gifts at the door remained untouched for three or four days.

The reason is very simple - both of them are too busy to come back to sleep.

Qin Yizhu's face was all black.

She originally thought that the two of them who had just started school were honest and well-behaved, and obviously they would be able to relax and not worry about it in the future.

The result is one!than one!Something will happen!

Not only did Jiang not take time off from morning work and evening self-study, but also his sick leave slips became more and more authentic.

The bright red stamp is on it, for fear that the teacher will not see the certification of the top three hospitals.

What pectoralis myositis, pneumonia, tonsillitis, is simply sicker than sister Lin.

How could this head teacher who is still in the drama circle not know where this little bastard has gone--just go to the rehearsal hall of the theater to catch him, and we are sure to catch every one!

Going to the ticketing website, you can see the huge promotional poster. There are two consecutive performances on the weekend in November. I heard that her colleague can only buy tickets from scalpers now!

She wanted to go and see it, but the first row was over 2000 yuan with sky-high asking prices!

No matter what Jiang Jue said, he has the level of a graduate. When he came to the theater, he must have studied for his education. In any case, Teacher Qin is at ease about his business ability.

But Qi Lin, not to mention escaping morning work and late self-study, even started to skip class!

There are seven days in a week, and the number of times you can see Qi Lin is like rolling a dice.

As a traffic idol, besides enjoying a peaceful university time at the beginning of school, Qi Lin basically goes to attend recorded travel programs in different cities every Friday and Saturday, and starts working as a TV station on Sunday. The talent show mentor randomly arranges advertisements and magazine shoots from Monday to Thursday, and even throws Weibo to a specially hired assistant to help take care of it.

And Qi Lin himself is almost the same as the hero of Quick Transmigration. On weekends, he went to the royal garden of the Colosseum on the island to be a little tour guide with a smile on his face. After staying up all night, I went to sleep in the nanny car or on the high-speed rail, and then I was woken up by the click of the flash, scratching my head and posing under the double bombardment of the blower and the camera, changing ten sets of clothes and doing it again in different poses.

He couldn't even tell day from night.

Occasionally, when these two were able to attend class at the same time, the students all cast envious and sympathetic eyes.

Our weekends are to go to the Internet cafe to have a blackout, and Qi Lin can go to the beach to enjoy the sea breeze, watch corals and eat Australian lobsters.

And Jiang, who was sitting next to him, was a little bit miserable... After the start of school, he has been suffering from various illnesses, and his face is as white as paper.

——In fact, it was due to rehearsal every day until midnight, lack of sleep and anemia.

Not to mention whether these two can hold on or not, before the rhythm of the two of them blows up, the head teacher blows up.

From ancient times to the present, no matter whether the head teacher is in elementary school, junior high school or university, there is only one consequence of blowing up the head teacher, and that is to invite parents.

This matter is not negotiable at all, and it cannot be delayed.

When the two children received the call, their reactions were exactly the same.

"Mr. Qin, look, it's National Day soon. I have an agreement with the cooperative brand, and I have to go to Paris Fashion Week to see the show..." Qi Lin was an aggrieved and obedient boy on the phone, and the cute idol image on the screen Not bad at all: "I will come back to see you after the celebration of our country, please don't be angry..."

Jiang Jue's reaction was much more honest.

"Teacher, I was invited to perform abroad, and I will be back after the National Day."

Teacher Qin was silent for a few seconds, his anger sank in his dantian.

"Listen clearly, I want to invite - the - parent."