Son of the Bone

When Jiang Jue returned to school, he found that many people were pointing at him.

There are a lot fewer people who come to ask for autographs, and there are some unfriendly eyes.

He dragged the suitcase back to the dormitory without any fluctuations in his heart.

The dormitory manager has strictly prohibited any gift cards from being piled up at the door. Once caught, it will affect various awards and scholarships.

In fact, he has always understood many things.

That day at the door of the emergency room, the reporter maliciously speculated that his mother was in an accident while driving under the influence of drugs, which directly caused him to lose control of his emotions and picked up the chair.

Qi Lin snatched the chair from him not because he was angry with the reporter, but because he instinctively wanted to protect Jiang Jue's future.

And all of this was captured by countless cameras.

After Jiang Jue's accident, he uninstalled the Weibo browser and everything connected to the Internet.

He knows that the software itself is not at fault, but as long as he clicks on it, he may step into one quagmire after another and feel the accusations and attacks that are further fermented.

——This is a bit like the state of Aisha in "Frozen".

Dont touch it, and dont feel it.

Once the mobile phone is turned off, the world is peaceful and nothing happens.

Qi Lin hasn't come back yet, but there are several express deliveries.

Jiang Jue dismantled a few copies, which were the magazines he ordered before and the new books he bought.

Since he hadn't come back for a long time, some of them had accumulated a lot of dust, which made him sneezed several times.

There is also what appears to be a document, A4 size but not too heavy.

Jiang Jue opened the package with a utility knife, and fumbled to take out the script inside.

——"Lick me and live a long life".

What the hell is that name.

Jiang Jue looked at the note inside and confirmed that it was the work of Wei Feng and his team.

Wei Feng also specially attached a photo of the two of them taking "Star Road" before, obviously asking him to show more face.

The director's hairline seems to be getting more and more dangerous.

Although the name was rather weird, he turned on the light and began to flip through.

Cen An, a thousand-year-old ginseng spirit, followed the most powerful monster aura and hid in a certain office of Shidu Third Doctor in order to avoid being chased by many monsters.

The owner of the office, Ye Su, seems to be an indifferent doctor, but his real identity is actually the child of a vampire and a demon fox—that is, a vampire demon fox.

During the days when Cen An hid in the hospital to act as a potted plant, various strange and off-line things happened one after another, and the sitcom unfolded accordingly.

——Two fixed scenes, one is the hospital consultation room and the director's office, and the other is in Dr. Ye's apartment.

Jiang Jue was silent for a few seconds after reading this setting, and began to consider whether to use this script as a tool for making instant noodles.

He put it down and tried to look at something else, and began to recall the plot in the script.

For example, in the hospital, Dr. Ye Suye scalded the pheasant essence that was suddenly attacked and cooked it, and took it home to prepare a whole roasted chicken.

Another example is Cen An trying to live in the boss's apartment, opening the refrigerator is like seeing the scene of the corpse.

Ginseng essence usually does not eat and only drinks water. When sick or unhappy, it will go to the agricultural station to drink plant nutrient solution.

The fox usually hides well, but when it sees a snake, it will instantly reveal its fluffy pointed ears.

When Jiang Jue thought of this scene, he suddenly touched the top of his head subconsciously.

It feels... interesting.

Although the script is still very rough, and the settings in many places are not familiar, but it is not in the same style as the movie script.

He couldn't help but opened the book again, watched a few more scenes, and then managed to be amused.

When Wei Feng received the call, he was fishing with a group of friends.

The moment he heard Jiang Jue's voice, the fishing rod sank suddenly. He frantically held the phone under his neck while receiving the line, and said loudly, "Script—is the script okay!"

"I have read some, and I want to confirm with you some places."

"Fishing net! Copy it for me, brother! Such a big silver carp!" Wei Feng couldn't help himself with his hands, and the fishing rod was almost broken, and hurriedly said: "Look at the role of Cen An, don't It is tailor-made for you!"

Jiang Jue originally wanted to say, why don't you be busy first, and I'll talk later, but at this moment he frowned: "But I want to play Ye Su."

"Ye Su is actually pretty easy to find. He's tall, with a cold face and long eyebrows, just the kind of executive temperament." Wei Feng asked his friend to help him throw the fish into the basket, wiped the muddy water on his face and said: "The problem is that the role of Ginseng Essence is really hard to choose. You have to be smart and stupid, and ordinary young people can't play this well."

Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Do you know Lin Jiuguang?"

"Who?"

"Well, I'll send you his photo later, just take a look."

He hung up the phone, found a photo in Lin Jiuguang's circle of friends, and sent it to Wei Feng.

Within 2 minutes, the other party called back.

"It's quite similar!" Wei Feng couldn't believe it: "Except for the shrewd face and thinner eyebrows, the temperament is exactly the same!"

"Your script needs to be adjusted, and many plot logics don't make sense." Jiang Jue hadn't decided whether he would participate or not, so he just discussed the matter: "Like Ye Su's tone of voice, I still need to fix it."

"That's easy to say - when we go back tomorrow, when we have a screenwriter's meeting, why don't you bring that kid over?"

Jiang Jue was stunned for a while, but still nodded.

After the call was over, and the screen was still on, another call came in, it was Xiao Qi from Shidu Theater.

"Brother Jiang, let me ask you something." Xiao Qi flipped through the pile of interview registration forms in his hand, took out one, looked at the registration photo on it and said, "It's a pity that you won't act in a drama next year, guess who?" Want to come?"

"Who?"

"Qi Lin!" Xiao Qi shook the registration form in his hand, and said solemnly: "He will come to take part in the preliminary test the day after tomorrow. Isn't this a supporting role? If you come back, you can play the male lead."

"I don't have enough time, so I won't go for the time being." Jiang Jue paused, and then asked, "Is it really Qi Lin?"

"Brother, do you want me to be merciful and relax when screening?" Xiao Qi looked eager to try: "It's strange that all the big names have gone to the theater these days."

"You can take the test as you want," Jiang Jue glanced at the empty bed, and couldn't help laughing.

If this really enters the repertory theater, it will really suffer a lot.

At that time, the theater never expected such a star to come, and he still played a supporting role.

The results of Qi Lin's three rounds of interviews are actually quite satisfactory, and it may not be stable according to his ability.

However, the leadership of the theater had instructed that it would be better for the theater to accept his running tickets because of the purchasing power of his fans, and the business in the off-season would be much better.

The school has a good relationship with Shi Theater, and the courses are always arranged in the morning.

As soon as Qi Lin came back to live, he began to feel the life of Jiang Jue back then.

Get up at six in the morning, and finish morning exercises at 07:30.

Classes are over at 12:30 noon, and students leave school directly after eating at [-]:[-].

Start drama training at 01:30, and then go back to school at 09:30.

The rest of the time is spent doing homework, reviewing scripts, and showering and sleeping.

When he was a freshman, Qi Lin once thought that Jiang Jue was a strange character, why he never played with his mobile phone before going to bed at night.

But really, when he entered the theater, even if it was just a small role like a background board, he would be sleepy and couldn't keep his eyes open as soon as he returned to the dormitory at ten o'clock every night.

Instead, Jiang Jue reverted to Qi Lin's former state.

He put off most of the work and interviews, concentrated on class, listening to lectures, and classroom exercises. He spent a lot of time in the afternoon reading various books and scripts. After returning to the dormitory at night when he was almost busy, he tried to learn to play the flute.

The dormitory has a specially designed sound insulation layer, originally to prevent some people from tampering in the dormitory next door, but now it is indeed convenient for the two of them.

Sometimes Qi Lin would start drooling when he slept next to him, and would suddenly start reciting lines.

Jiang Jue reached out to help him wipe the corner of his mouth, then hugged him a little tighter.

Life in the theater at the time is a bit like an enhanced version of the fine class of the acting department.

There are actually very few people who really practice the script and rehearse against the lines.

Those scripts are all old scripts, and the people who come here are basically old fans who are tired of reading both the script and the original drama, and they can come up with a line with just opening their mouths.

They will go to character workshops, work on their body and voice with an opera teacher, or try out Soviet-style retro training methods together.

The time is from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm every day, with occasional overtime until [-]:[-] pm.

But it gives people the feeling that it is like making up lessons here until the world grows old and old.

On this day, a group of them were doing improvisation exercises on the stage. I heard that the difficulty was at the graduate level.

After stepping down to rest, an old man not far away snorted.

As soon as Qi Lin heard the voice, he felt his hair stand on end instinctively.

Isn't this...Professor Yan? !

The dean obviously accompanied him to visit, and several leaders followed him.

Yan Si was still leaning on crutches, looking at him with raised eyebrows from a distance.

All the actors stood up immediately and bowed to them.

Qi Lin stood in the back row, feeling vaguely ominous.

Yan Si walked for a long time before arriving in front of them, she only held the crutch firmly, and said in a calm manner.

"Why did you come here?"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who he was talking to.

"I...I want to exercise my ability." Qi Lin held his hands and said frankly with a steady tone.

"Exercise?" Yan Si looked up at him for a while, then laughed: "Qin Yizhu taught you this method?"

"No," Qi Lin shook his head and said, "I thought of it myself."

"It's good that you're here." Yan Si looked into his eyes, paused for a while, and said again: "But before that, you still lack something."

He looked at the dean next to him, and the other people nearby all showed expressions of restraint and respect.

Even the dean is a student of his old man.

Seeing the old professor looking at him like this, the serious and majestic dean cleared his throat before answering the question like dog legs: "You have such a face, just by looking at it, it seems that you have never experienced life."

Qi Lin blinked.

I...lack of life?

Yan Si raised a smile and shook his crutch.

"If you understand this, you will be promising."

Without waiting for Qi Lin to ask any more questions, he led a large group of people and walked forward mightily.

Qi Lin stayed where he was, vaguely feeling as if he had been given a copy of the "Nine Yin Manual" by an expert from outside the world.

But the Nine Yin Manual is too thin...