After reading through the book, I found out that I am the prototype of the protagonist

After working that day, Lin Qi went straight back to the hotel.

Still not feeling well, he lay down on the bed for a while.My mind is empty, and I don't feel like doing anything.At dusk, when the afterglow poured out, everywhere was stained with a warm color, and he was woken up a little by the sunlight shining through the curtains.

It was really boring to lie down like this, he couldn't fall asleep and couldn't think about any problems in his mind, so Lin Qi simply changed his clothes and took a book to the small park behind the hotel.

Autumn has already begun to appear in the small garden, the yellow leaves are scattered on the lawn, and there is a dry smell of autumn in the air.There are white marks on the old benches, which look very clean under the setting sun.

Lin Xi sat on the bench, opened the book, and read it slowly.

As night fell, the cool air gradually rose. Jiang Xiusi put on a loose knitted jacket over his shirt, and walked into the small garden with his mobile phone and notebook.

Throughout last year, he stopped all performing arts activities and concentrated on studying in the United States.After finishing work today, a friend I met during my training contacted him again. He was full of enthusiasm, regardless of the time difference, and said that he wanted to discuss with him the possibility of transferring specific skills from theater performances to big screen performances.

They will discuss a scene in "As You Like It". Jiang Xiusi came here considering that the natural environment with birds chirping and insects chirping would be easier to substitute for the background of the story in the Forest of Arden.

Jiang Xiusi walked through a round stone gate, and there was a small fountain in front of his eyes. The water splashed up, not very high, and only wet a small area beside the fountain.The water flow was soothing, so it didn't seem very noisy, but at the same time as the sound of the water, there was an exceptionally clear man's voice.

The other party was reciting poems, very forgetting himself.

"Enthusiasm wants to cover its tracks, but it is self-defeating and exposes itself; just like the sky covered by dark clouds, the darker it is, the more it indicates that the storm is coming. It is always futile to hide the heart with the eyes. Because the illusion that passion hides will eventually make people It is clear at a glance: indifference, resentment, even contempt or hatred are all its useless tricks..."

His voice was high and low, but his mood was not chaotic.Layers of rippling emotional soft waves were conveyed between his lips and teeth. He didn't seem to be reciting aloud at all, but seemed to be immersed in a scene, talking to someone.

Jiang Xiusi's footsteps stopped.

His eyes passed through the countless water droplets gushing from the top of the fountain, and he could only see a piece of dark trees, and the figure of the other party was completely blocked by the fountain.

Like all mysterious encounters, they are close at hand, yet separated by many graceful obstacles.

The other party was immersed in the poem, and the sound of running water also covered up Jiang Xiusi's footsteps.

Jiang Xiusi bypassed the fountain and gradually exposed his whereabouts.He approached step by step until the other party realized the intrusion of outsiders, stopped reciting poems, and raised his eyes.

The street lights are already on.The bright, slightly blue light clearly illuminates the dust flying in the air, and some tiny moths flutter around the bulb.

Jiang Xiusi looked down at Lin Qi.He sat there very neatly, with the books spread out on his knees, and when he looked at him, he looked a little disturbed and indifferent.

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds.

When Lin Xi was about to show an impatient expression, Jiang Xiusi said suddenly: "Do you like to read poetry?"

"No." Lin Qi was stunned for a moment before replying dully, "It's just a line practice."

"Do you use this as a material for line practice?" Jiang Xiusi glanced at Byron's "Don Juan" on his lap.

His tone was flat.Lin Xi couldn't tell if there was a trace of contempt in him, so he simply said: "Yes, it's a personal habit. I think poetry is the closest expression of emotion, especially long narrative poems, where emotions are complex and changeable. The rhythm of the song can help me find the focus of my lines."

Jiang Xiusi nodded. He noticed that Lin Xi's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke.

"How long have you been reading?"

Lin Xi was stunned for a moment before answering: "I don't know, maybe more than an hour."

Jiang Xiusi sat down beside him, spread out the notebook, and said softly, "It's almost there."

Lin Qi remained expressionless for several seconds.He was not sure what Jiang Xiusi meant.Did I bother you sitting here reading poetry?

To be honest, he told Jiang Xiusi that he had expectations when he was practicing his lines.In any case, Jiang Xiusi is one of the most commendable acting skills among the younger generation in his mind. The two are in the same crew, and it is a lie to say that Lin Xi didn't secretly compete with him.

He is eager to hone his acting skills, and also eager to achieve mutual success with like-minded actors.When he said those words, he also hoped to have a discussion with Jiang Xiusi on this issue.

But Jiang Xiusi simply hinted that he could leave?

Lin Qi looked sideways at Jiang Xiusi, and asked as calmly as possible: "What about you, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to call a friend later to exchange acting skills." Jiang Xiusi answered truthfully.

After hearing this, Lin Qi immediately withdrew his gaze, picked up the book and strode away.

hateful.Jiang Xiusi just didn't take him seriously!You can exchange performances with other people, but you have nothing to communicate with him, and you have to drive him away.

Cut, I don't want to stay with you yet!

After the person walked away a few steps, Jiang Xiusi looked away from the notebook and looked at Lin Xi's back.He couldn't help thinking: Is Lin Qi's footsteps usually that heavy?Looks like he's out of breath when he walks.

However, he wore too little, only a long-sleeved thin T-shirt, so he would most likely catch a cold in this temperature.It is also necessary to go back to the room faster.

Unknowingly looking at Lin Xi's back for a long time, people disappeared from sight, and he still hasn't looked back.Just as my thoughts were about to touch the depths, the phone vibrated again.

He then answered the phone, unfolded the printed script in his notebook, and discussed it with his friends for nearly an hour before returning to the hotel.

After taking a shower, Jiang Xiusi wiped his hair while thinking about what happened last night.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening at that time, and he was still studying the script over and over again, reading every word carefully, trying to understand the protagonist's emotions more fully.He's been suffering from his dwindling inspiration for a long time.

From the last play, he gradually found that he lost the passion when he first started acting, the explosive power to show the characters beyond the script.His acting skills are becoming more and more proficient, but he is becoming more and more unable to grasp the trigger points of the characters' emotions that flash past.

As his fame grows, the characters he comes into contact with are becoming more and more complex. These characters have opposite characteristics, indifferent and kind, selfish and kind. They transcend the common screen characters and exist as artistic images. It is a great challenge for performers.

Jiang Xiusi understands that a real performer must interpret the role with absolute sincerity.But his life was too smooth, which created his calm and calm character, and most of the things he experienced were pure and simple, which made it difficult for him to achieve the emotional depth required by those roles.

But he didn't want to give up, he wanted his performance to be perfect no matter what.He read a lot, observed people and things with his heart, pondered over the script repeatedly, wrote biographies of tens of thousands of words for the characters, and tried every means to improve his acting skills.

Just when all his will was suffering, something unbelievable happened quietly.

At first, it was the lights that flickered on and off, like a short circuit.Then, all the books in the room floated into the air, and the paper slowly fell off and flew around.Then, the furniture in the room began to shake violently, and the legs of the chairs slid on the floor, making horrible noises.

Jiang Xiusi held the script tightly, trying to hide under the bed to avoid this weird "earthquake".

But when he just squatted down, something lightly tapped his shoulder, and an inexplicable voice sounded behind him:

"Would you like to come and experience a scene?"

Jiang Xiusi felt chills all over his body, turned his head in surprise, and saw a small "person" about the size of an adult male's fist floating in the air, with a clear white light shining all over his body.

She was sitting in a deep pink rose flower, looking down at Jiang Xiusi with a proud expression.Only then did Jiang Xiusi realize that the air was already filled with the fragrance of roses.

The development of things is simply inexplicable.

The villain in the rose calls herself a goddess, and invites Jiang Xiusi to "experience" a scene for her, playing the protagonist with a new identity in the script she controls.

She said: "If you accept it, you will enter the world of the script I wrote for you. You will not know the development of the story, but you will experience many interesting things. And it will not have any impact on your reality. Everything will just be It will be like a dream."

Entering another world and experiencing the impossible sounds tempting, but the risk is extremely high. Who knows what this goddess is thinking.However, its benefits are crucial to Jiang Xiusi at this time.He needs to experience the unexpected, to experience different emotions.

Faced with such a person of unknown origin and such an incredible thing, Jiang Xiusi made a decisive decision.He looked at the goddess on the rose with clear eyes: "Yes."

After the goddess left, the scent of roses was quickly taken away like a tulle, and everything in the room returned to its original state, except that there was a pocket-sized remote control on Jiang Xiusi's bedside.

It's white with just a round, slightly raised button on it.

Jiang Xiusi lay on the bed and lightly pressed the button, but there was a burst of music in the room, the third movement of Chopin's "Piano Sonata No. 3".

He fell asleep to the soothing and elegant sound of the piano, and an unprecedented fantasy dream began.

What Jiang Xiusi didn't expect was that there were many faces he was familiar with in this dream, high school classmates, actresses who had worked with him in dramas, waiters at restaurants he often went to, and Lin Xi who he just met recently.

But in the dream, these familiar faces are nothing special to him, because he doesn't know what is reality and what is a script.Once in the dream, he can only experience everything as a "master".

Everything he experienced there was so real that it was suffocating, tumbling and stirring in his mind.The helplessness and pain in Jiang Xiusi's heart in that world were so vivid that he couldn't bear it for a while after waking up.

At the same time, he found almost ecstatically that this was of great use to his performance, and immediately took out his notebook to sort out his experience.

He knows that he is by no means a gifted actor and does not possess keen insight. He can only achieve the ideal height of his performance through continuous accumulation.

Jiang Xiusi is willing to give everything for his acting career, and he also believes that the most important thing is always the play in front of him. He hates actors who treat performances with a frivolous attitude.

So he took Lin Qi's saying "professional actors don't bring emotions into performances" deeply.

Tonight, Lin Qi, who was holding a book and reading poems under the light, aroused a strange tenderness in his heart.

Maybe what happened in the dream inevitably had some influence on him, or maybe he already had a great affection for Lin Xi.In short, Jiang Xiusi felt that Lin Xi's focused and intoxicated expression was very moving.

He likes such serious people.

The author has something to say: Xiao Jiang: Although I make my wife angry every day, I really like him!

(Why am I brainstorming about these things every day! And my manuscript hasn't even written there to woohoo)