Inner entertainment first vase

Ke Yu raised his hand and wiped his eyes in a normal way, his fingers were wet, but new tears came down again.His expression was so calm, his brows were not furrowed, and the corners of his mouth didn't show any signs of crying. It can be seen that this crying scene cannot be named "crying".

Shang Lu handed him a tissue: "Every time I can't calm down, I will sit here for a while. If you like, you can sit for a while. I still have work to deal with, so excuse me first."

Ke Yu took it, and said "thank you" in a low voice, feeling that Shanglu's words had returned to the stage of being polite but alienated.

It wasn't until dinner that Phytophthora appeared for a short while, and he seemed to have a poor appetite. He drank half a bowl of seafood porridge and put it down.Later, Ke Yu saw his silhouette smoking by the pool.Nicotine, like caffeine, is a forcible pick-me-up.Ke Yu didn't look for it, but watched quietly from a distance away, and Uncle Ming's voice sounded behind him: "If there is a chance, I'd better advise him to smoke less."

"What has he been up to lately?"

Uncle Ming was silent for a moment, then said awkwardly: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient to disclose."

"Let him rest early."

The meaning of leaving was revealed in the words, Uncle Ming's heart sank, and he almost blurted out the words to persuade him to stay, but he finally endured and only asked tentatively, "Where are you going?"

"I have an appointment." Ke Yu didn't say much, turned around and raised his feet, "I've been bothering you for the past two days, thank you for taking care of me."

"Master he..."

"I understand." Ke Yu nodded, and after walking some distance, Uncle Ming followed him belatedly, "That painting is very good, how long has he been painting it?"

Uncle Ming thought for a while before realizing that he was referring to his portrait.Although it is in the studio, it is covered with a white cloth.Ke Yu saw it, and kept it intact, as if he had never seen these beautiful and melancholy brushstrokes.

"Three months."

Ke Yu stood still, his figure was hidden in the shadows, his head was slightly lowered, and the corners of his lips curled up for a while.He just smiled quietly for a moment like this, as if chewing a kind of silent tenderness, and then left again.

Uncle Ming wanted him not to leave, and to be an unqualified assistant examiner who leaked questions.But he finally endured it.

It is very inconvenient to take a taxi here, Ke Yu declined Uncle Ming's offer to send him off, and drove away by himself.Unlike those second generations, Shanglu has a vanity obsession with sports cars. He only has a variety of functional and occasional cars in his garage. Ke Yu drove away his Porsche electric coupe with a silver-gray body Sliding down the mountain path among the dark trees, Uncle Ming watched him go from the window on the top of the mountain.

When he went to deliver tea again, Shang Lu asked, "What is Teacher Ke doing?"

Uncle Ming made a plan in an instant, and lied to him for the first time in his life, "I'm reading a book."

Shanglu nodded, "Yes", and there was a faint smile between his brows.

Who can you date on a big night?Ke Yu told a clumsy lie, drove aimlessly in Ning City, stopped by the West River, opened the car window and looked at the river embankment to smoke.Xijiang is very long, from the CBD to the countryside, from the countryside to the old streets of the Republic of China, each has its own style.The lights and shadows on the opposite side are red and blue, leaving long beams of light on the river, drifting with the wind.

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When the man came back, Uncle Ming's surprise was beyond words, it was almost clearly written on his face.

Ke Yu threw the key back to him: "Fortunately, I drove away, otherwise I would not be able to pass the guard."

"I thought you weren't coming back."

Ke Yu unbuttoned his shirt as he walked: "That's what I planned, but I've gone back on my word, I'll make you laugh."

He took a shower as usual, and woke up automatically after sleeping until three o'clock in the middle of the night. He searched for it in the dark, and confirmed from the dark lamp in the study that Shanglu had already rested.The door of the master bedroom was unlocked, and he pushed it in with bare feet. His footsteps were silent, and the shadows only saw the bulge of the thin blanket on the big bed, Phytolama sleeping on his side, and the air conditioner was turned on very low.

After sleeping soundly, something warm suddenly squeezed into his arms.

That posture is cute and strong, it seems that he insists on hugging.

Shanglu woke up, eyes closed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who let you in." It sounded displeased, but against his will, his two arms hugged him tightly.Not only hugging, but also pressing deeper into the hot chest of the person's own arms.

Ke Yu held his waist: "The door is not locked."

He raised his head slightly, and Shanglu habitually stretched his arms in, letting him cover himself.

"Have you checked Weibo recently?" Ke Yu asked, his voice was very soft at night.

"No."

"why?"

"No time to."

"Busy—" Before finishing speaking, Shang Lu pressed him into his arms, "Shut up."

It can be quiet for several minutes.

Ke Yu looked up cautiously: "Are you asleep?"

There was a helpless sigh above his head, and a resignation: "No."

"Then what have you been up to these days?"

"Ke Yu," Shang Lu's voice was indifferent and serious, "Either sleep honestly, or go back to your own bed."

Ke Yu whispered to herself: "When I used to look at the stars and the moon, I called him my baby, but now my new love beats my old love, and I call him Ke Yu."

Shanglu: "..."

His tone of voice is ten to ten like that of the Iron Fan Princess, and his yin and yang muttering is so cute.Shang Lu couldn't help but snorted, and then cleared his throat trying to cover it up: "I'm sick."

Ke Yu persisted: "Swipe your Weibo."

Shang Lu came to his senses - obviously, he was acting like a baby.

However, due to the neglect of practice in the first 30 years of his life, he acted like a baby-very unskilled.

"What, you came out on Weibo?" Shang Lu said while touching his phone to the bedside table.The screen was touched, and Ke Yu changed his mind again: "Forget it, there is nothing to swipe." He took the phone from Shanglu's hand, "Sleep."

On the contrary, Shang Lu didn't want to let him go: "If you have something to say, you can say it directly."

The awkwardness was exposed, and the awkwardness disappeared.Ke Yu was silent for a while, "I took medicine in the early years, it was indeed because of depression."

"At that time, I just entered the industry, and I failed in everything I acted. Although I didn't express anything on the surface, I still had anxiety in my heart. The company has a cooperative clinic. Mai Anyan arranged for me to see it. It was mild depression."

Shanglu then realized that Ke Yu wasn't completely lying that day.

"and after?"

"I was not used to taking medicine at the beginning, and felt like vomiting. One night I felt that I couldn't hold on anymore, so I took a few more pills," Ke Yu said lightly, omitting the details of why he couldn't hold on. "After closing my eyes, There’s a picture in my mind.”

"The first time I ate it on the set, I was really desperate. I was NG for three days. A male lead in an online drama, played a lawyer, and a court trial scene. A dead horse is a living horse doctor. After eating a handful, it immediately worked, and I barely passed it."

"Cheating is addictive. Later, when encountering difficult scenes, I just ate them. The scenes completed in those two years were all good. Later, the threshold was high, and I consciously did not rely on it. At that time, I was only a small The supporting role, the role is not detailed, he didn't have so much time to teach me, and the acting skills went back, and the audience said that the more I acted, the more I went back, that's why."

"Stopped in the middle."

Ke Yu repeated affirmatively: "I quit in the middle, because the depression was cured, and the withdrawal reaction was very serious."

"Why did you eat it again later?"

"It's been about two years since I quit, and there are more and more opportunities to be the male lead and important supporting roles. I can't act without taking medicine." Ke Yu paused, "The other day you scolded me for quick success, I admit, I don't want to give up those roles to you. Others don’t want to waste either. Warlords, scholars or speakers in Republic of China dramas, drug dealers in police dramas, masters in Xianxia dramas, and presidents in fashion dramas, not every role has the time and conditions for me to do it. real experience."

Phytophthora softened his tone: "It can be regarded as dedicating to art."

Ke Yu raised his face: "You are my boyfriend, I want to complain to you, just treat it as a misfortune. After you listen, if you feel a little soft-hearted, just give me a kiss."

Shang Lu caressed his face, stared deeply, and lowered his head to kiss him.

"It's not that I haven't worked hard." Ke Yu said again, his heart was stuffy, and he took a heavy breath before continuing, "Almost all the time outside of work is spent watching movies. It's not as fast as you pull movies, a 10-minute movie It takes me five hours to watch an old movie more than a dozen times before I can disassemble and record the performance of a character. After dismantling, I imitate. One side is projected, and the other side is a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Imitate while watching in the mirror. Turn some typical and detailed action designs into muscle memory by mechanical exercise."

Shanglu opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.The ceiling was thickly black, and Ke Yu's performance was instantly interpreted in front of his eyes. He praised Ke Yu's precise body control and thought it was his talent, but he didn't know that every movement was the input of thousands of times.He has to input so much. When acting, relying on the interpretation of the script, he finds the appropriate experience, and then mobilizes it from muscle memory.

There are actually many imitative actors. The difference is that they can imitate in their minds after watching it once, just like virtualizing Ke Yu's clumsy process of mirroring and filming in their minds. to emphasize.

Phytophthora repeatedly recalled clips of his previous performances, no wonder his performances are heavily stereotyped.

"Have you seen a lot of stage performances?"

Ke Yu took a light breath: "How do you know?"

"Stage performances are different from movie performances." Shang Lu said lightly, "Stage performances need to be enlarged, while movie performances need inner life. This sentence was said by Charles Dilland, you should know it."

Ke Yu nodded. Chenye had enrolled him in some acting training classes, all of which were famous teachers and well-known actors from the three major colleges. He had heard from those teachers.

"A stage actor is in front of the whole body, the movement must be accurate, and must be able to adapt to any role. The medieval lady of the manor and the maid have their own walking, lying, standing, and standing. They must accurately convey and magnify. The stage actor's Even the audience in the first row can't see his expression clearly, but he must ensure that the audience from the pool seat to the box, from the first row to the last row can understand whether he is happy or not."

"So the accuracy and power of the lines and body are very important."

"Indeed. Movie performances are different." Shang Lu quietly waited for Ke Yu to answer.

"Movie performance... The camera scene determines the expression of emotions and emotions on the face most of the time. Controlling expressions and eyes is very important."

"It's like this. A good actor must have a playful eye, and use the most subtle changes on his face to convey changes in emotions, emotions, and stories."

Ke Yu said objectively: "Eye scenes cannot be imitated."

"'The condition and expression of the face is a spiritual experience.'"

"Who said it again?"

"Check it out yourself." Ke Yu kicked him under the quilt.Shang Lushun held him down, "Don't make trouble—you have absorbed a lot of stage performance experience, both good and bad. At this stage, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, but in the future, the advantages will outweigh the disadvantages."

Ke Yu suddenly felt ashamed.

Why can't he even find the direction of his efforts?

"Many movie actors now go to play to practice their acting skills."

"I've heard about it." Shang Lu paused for a while, "The stage play does exercise body language, but if it is reproduced in front of the camera, it will be very exaggerated, stereotyped, and it will be funny to watch—" He stroked Ke Yu hair, "It's not about you, even the top stage actors will have this problem."

Ke Yu smiled: "Thank you, I have been comforted."

"Film performance art, under the leadership of director art, the actor's performance is essentially just one of the director's mediums, just like photography, editing, soundtrack, and lighting, they all serve the final film. One ring, one tool."

"It doesn't sound good." Ke Yu said stubbornly, "I don't like to hear it."

Shanglu laughed out loud and pulled him into his arms tightly, "Shh, don't be self-willed, listen carefully. You have to understand this essence before you can understand what a director thinks of performing arts. Classify them in general , A director's style is divided into realism and formalism, you should understand this. Mr. Kuriyama, what style is it?"

"Formalism."

"And me?"

"Same." "Half right, half wrong. Li Shan is indeed a formalist director, let me tell you why he loves you. Under the lens of a formalist director, the exquisiteness of the performance is not the most important, his image, temperament, camera The sense of atmosphere and sense of atmosphere are the most important. These are your talents, so he insists on using you. As for the completion of the role and contribution to the plot, he can rely on editing and camera shots. Sometimes actors perform very well. It may be cut into pieces in the later stage because of the use of montage-do you understand this part?"

Ke Yu nodded, "Understood."

"Formalistic directors don't praise actors and have a strong personal style. The audience often falls in love with the director himself, not a certain protagonist. Unless the characters are outstanding. The roles he gives you are all good."

"But he has also won many movie stars and actresses."

"A director's style changes, and he even has corresponding adjustments according to the subject matter. He also has realistic films. If you think about it, if it is a realistic film, you will be scolded a lot more times."

"You're the one being scolded."

Shanglu laughed and kissed his forehead: "Okay, you didn't get scolded, your teacher Li is the best to you."

It sounds a little jealous.

"I told you when I was in Lijiang that he was a kind of consumption to you, and that's what I meant."

Ke Yu understood, as if he had acted for many years and gradually became an iconic symbol and a totem in Li Shan's images.Although the role was played by him, in fact it does not belong to him. Only fans will regard these as his achievements. In the eyes of ordinary audiences, there is only the word "Kuriyama".

"You just said that I am also a director with the same style, which is actually wrong. The film "Pianmen" will be a fusion of two kinds. In terms of shooting, it is closer to realism. You can recall that there are many long shots, close-ups, and long shots. The similar shots gave the actors a complete performance space in terms of time and space, so it was a test of acting skills. This is the reason why I chose Su Gefei at the time, and it is also the reason why you took so much medicine. "

is difficult.

Ke Yu stroked for a while, feeling as if he had been taught a lesson, but he still needed to think and ponder what the core of the lesson was.

"baby."

Ke Yu's thoughts were interrupted by his "baby". He had been together for a long time and heard it countless times in bed, but his face still burned.

Probably life feels like years, and I haven't listened to it for more than a week, as if it has been many years.

"I can change my directing style for you, and use editing and lenses to make up for your shortcomings, but this kind of me to you is the same as Li Shan. Even if I have the confidence to make you more beautiful and more beautiful than under his lens Okay, but as an actor, Ke Yu is still just a marionette."

Shanglu's tone was gentle, as if describing a calm and established fact, Ke Yu's heart sank, and before he had time to reflect, the tip of his nose became sour.

He sat by the West River for so long, and came back at such a fast speed, not to listen to this sentence.

"If you don't change, with the difficulty of the role and my requirements, your dependence on drugs will only become heavier and heavier, until one day your threshold is so high that you need to eat something that stimulates the central nervous system."

...Illegal stimulant drugs.

"so--"

"so……"

"I'd rather not shoot you, you can go back to the Chestnut Hill crew."

The night fell into dead silence.

An overwhelming panic erupted in the depths of his body, causing his soles of the feet and calves to convulse almost nervously.After struggling for a long time, Ke Yu finally asked, "So you've been busy for so many days and calmed down with me for so many days, so you decided to change to another actor in the future."

That's fine... At the very beginning, he hesitated and flinched, fearing that he would add a stain to Shanglu's talent.It was Shanglu who insisted that he was born to be the protagonist.But that kind of firmness is the illusion that the heart blindness is concealed. Now that the veil is lifted, his lackluster inside can be seen at a glance, and he should change his mind... It should be.

"I don't want you to take drugs for my movie."

Ke Yu didn't speak.

"When I get busy in the future, I won't have time to accompany you like these days. If the lead role is changed, time will be given to the crew and the lead actor. If you come to visit the set, you can only take time to accompany you occasionally, or I will go to your set to visit your set."

"You shoot other people like you shoot me."

"As I said, I treat actors equally."

Ke Yu pushed him away, turned over and got out of bed, unaware that Shang Lu sat up behind him, his eyes were cold and sharp in the dark night, and there was a secret exploration in waiting.

He has nowhere to go, so he wants to use this low-level aggressive method to provoke him.

If he is still determined to listen to his "admonition", he will really leave here...

Ke Yu walked to the door, Shanglu's breathing became deeper and deeper, and his heart sank.

Twist the handle with your hand, press it down, and the door opens with a sound.

A faint glow of a night light leaked in.

...fuck you.

Ke Yu turned around resolutely, and ran into Shanglu who was also walking quickly towards him before taking two steps.

"I don't take medicine, don't give up on me—"

Ke Yu was stunned by Shang Lu's wrist. He raised his eyes amidst the pounding heartbeat, facing the faint light, he could vaguely see the corners of Shang Lu's lips curled up after being startled.