Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Everyone in the audience performed their duties, staring intently at the center of the stage.

The teacher in charge of the props hurriedly pulled up the rope, and the blades strung together were pulled by someone and fell behind the rockery.

The director was discussing the plot with the screenwriter in a low voice. Seeing that the girl was still screaming, he frowned and shouted into the microphone: "Xiaoyu, you are acting like a snake demon. You are so timid, how can you act? Also, you are showing off your charm." , move more boldly, imagining that what you are facing is Tang Priest flesh! Tang Priest flesh, the monster will drool at the sight of it!"

Huang Xiaoya, who was watching the play backstage, shook her shoulders and laughed unkindly.

On the stage, Yu Shutian hurriedly stood up from the pile of props, bowed down in embarrassment and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Shang Heyin, who played the role of the red-browed Taoist, got up and comforted him: "It's the first time you're being coerced, and it's a little uncomfortable. It's okay, you imagine that you can really fly in the air, and when you land, you can twist your waist like a little snake. , the sense of substitution will be stronger.”

In the script, the snake demon is a tool that others put in to prevent the Taoist Chimei from praying for rain. In the end, he will be convinced by the noble character of the Taoist Chimei. After turning back into a little snake, he was taken away by the red-browed Taoist and returned to the deep mountains to practice.

As a drama stage, it is the first time to introduce such a script, with the appeal of powerful actors.A large amount of capital has been injected in, and the powerful background props, lighting and sound effects have also been upgraded.

Hanging coercion, small flying knives, and wind and rain are all trivial.

Yu Shutian is a newcomer, and I don't know what kind of shit luck this rookie who just graduated has. He can meet a big-produced new drama when he debuts, and he plays a very popular role. The key is that he plays with popularity. Star - Shang Hak-in.

Yu Shutian knew that there were many people staring at her, hoping that she would make a fool of herself.

Thinking of the manager's ulterior motives before he left, Yu Shutian bit the bullet and sat beside Shang Heyin, humbly asking for advice, "Mr. Shang, the next scene is the part where the snake demon charms the Taoist priest. Bar."

Shang Heyin was drinking water with his head up. After hearing the little girl's request, he turned his brows and eyes lightly, and glanced at her, unable to tell whether it was joy or rejection.

It took a long time to wait until Yu Shutian almost wanted to give up, only to wait for Shang Heyin's smile: "Okay! Sure."

"The lines on the stage of the drama are all shot to the end, which is a test of the basic skills of the actors." Shang Heyin stretched out his hand and motioned Yu Shutian to read his own notes on the script.

"These, and these... You have to remember that as an actor, you need to do your homework in advance, so that you know what kind of emotions you need to substitute for your facial expressions at this point in time. The lines are not only memorized in advance, but also need to be learned by us. Melt in yourself. In this way, when you stand on the stage and face the audience, the chanting is not like reciting a book, but a real character speaking. Forget yourself, this is performance.”

Yu Shutian is indeed inexperienced. She still lacks these basic skills and the ability to adapt to changes. Fortunately, she is young, has strong adaptability, and understands the reason why opportunities are rare.

The two sat on the rockery, stuttering and finishing their lines.

There was a bit too much dry ice on the stage, which took away a lot of humid air and left behind dry carbon dioxide, which competed with oxygen for space percentage.

When closing the script, Yu Shutian's expression was engulfed in dry ice mist and brought into emotion.

It wasn't until the tears in the corners of her eyes dried up that she withdrew from the role and kept clapping her hands together to say thanks: "Thank you, Teacher Shang. It's time for dinner soon, let me treat you to a light meal."

Is it time for dinner?Shang Heyin looked sideways at the audience, the little assistant not far away was guarding the lunch box, taking a nap on the seat.

Thinking of someone's nagging before leaving home in the morning, Shang Heyin felt happy, he smiled and shook his head, "I'm sorry, my family made a lunch box for me. See you tomorrow."

Yu Shutian was a little sad, bit her lip, "Okay, Teacher Shang, see you tomorrow."

The theater staff in the troupe began to distribute boxed lunches, started their own gangs, and made appointments to eat and drink together, and the aroma of various meals wafted in the rehearsal hall.

Reaching out to pat the little assistant to wake him up, Shang Heyin didn't put on airs, sat on the armchair, took the tea, and took a few sips.

The cute blue calico bag was opened, and a post-it note was pasted on the insulated lunch box. Someone wrote boldly in lower case letters - "Death and life are rich, and I am thinking about clothes. I have been thinking about you, and you must also Look at me, right? Before eating, drink the medicinal soup first, remember to remember."

The handwriting is thin, sharp and handsome, as if it has been practiced for several years.A smile flashed across Shang Heyin's clear eyes: "Nagging to death." He still picked up the medicine soup thermos and drank it in small sips.

When Yu Shutian walked out of the lobby with the little assistant, Huang Xiaoya deliberately stood at the door and smiled at the newcomer: "Little sister, come on! Playing against Brother Shang every day, isn't it very stressful?"

Yu Shutian froze for a moment, then remembered that the second female lead in the previous play seemed to be an old man in the troupe.

Since you are standing here on purpose, you are here to find fault.Yu Shutian squinted her eyes and said with a sweet smile: "It's okay, Mr. Shang is very patient with me. I'm lucky. I cooperated with Mr. Shang in the first play, and I can learn a lot of skills from my seniors."

Huang Xiaoya gritted her teeth: "Brother Shang's professional ability is second to none, you have to be careful, if you want to learn, you have to cheer up, don't hold us back."

Yu Shutian bent her big eyes and blinked obediently: "Yes, thank you, Miss Huang, for reminding me."

Huang Xiaoya couldn't always reach out to hit the smiling face, so she had to show displeasure, snorted, turned and left.

Yu Shutian stood there, watching Huang Xiaoya go away contentedly, then smiled, turned and stepped on her small car.

After closing the car door, the world became quiet. Yu Shutian turned on the stereo and fiddled with the phone.After reading the last message, she was extremely exhausted, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh.

……

In the corner of the hall, Shang Heyin finished half a bowl of rice leisurely, then stopped his chopsticks.

The little assistant packed up the lunch box and ran to the garage to drive, while Shang Heyin sat in the corner and rested with his eyes closed.

I was still reviewing the script in my mind, where I should speed up, where I should slow down, where I need to modify the lines, and my role is still a little thinner.The male and female protagonists seem to be forcibly tied together by illogical threads to operate CP.

Is it reasonable to add those plots?

The crying children in the countryside, the fleeing people on the ridges of the fields, if this is what happened in reality, how can the compassionate monks have the leisure to sit in the forest with beautiful mountains and rivers, and fall in love with girls?

Shang Heyin was immersed in the script, and was considering the feasibility of changing the next chapter, when he heard greetings from acquaintances.

"Still less? Still less?"

A question that sounded like a sound, from far to near, pulled Shang Heyin's thoughts back to reality.

Shang Heyin sighed helplessly in his heart, opened his eyes and looked at the flattering assistant director, raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

The assistant director smiled wrinkledly: "Shang Shao! Your father is here, waiting for you outside the hall!"

Father?Shang Heyin lowered his eyes and smiled as if he had heard some joke: "You just came here, so I don't know, my so-called father has already broken away from me."

"Ah? This..." The assistant director's smiling face froze, and he rubbed the back of his head, thinking that something was wrong. The big star didn't want to see that noble person at all.

Shang Heyin couldn't be more sober about these twists and turns, and said lightly: "Go and tell him, I'll go back after the rehearsal, and I'm not here."

Cold sweat broke out on the assistant director's forehead, and he hesitated to leave.

Shang Heyin glanced at it, and knew that the assistant director might have vented to the other party for the sake of being courteous, and it was useless to say that he was not there at this time.

The unknown fire that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time rose up, and Shang Heyin was so irritable that he almost wanted to overturn the table to kill someone, and turned around in a circle angrily, before holding down the urge to strangle the director.

Forget it, for that old guy who is so obsessed with his mind, he has to face it toughly once, and he can't always retreat.

Shang Heyin was so angry that his chest hurt, he could only rub his forehead, and got up slowly: "Okay, take him to the dressing room, I'll wait for him there."

The assistant director nodded and walked away.

Shang Heyin was sulking as he walked towards the dressing room, when suddenly a person appeared in his mind---although this person was handsome in appearance and arrogant in strength, his attitude was extremely arrogant. He usually looked at people with his back on his hips and his nostrils.

Thinking of him, Shang Heyin's mouth could not help showing cunning: "Cong Youyan, if you were here, how would you deal with such a partial person?"