The giant is me

The happy vacation passed by in a flash, and when the family of four returned home, Tang Shan also received a notice from the company: preparing to join the filming team, the first item on the agenda was the script study session.

"Even an agent has been prepared for me?" The second brother read the news repeatedly, trying to see the characteristics of an agent between the lines.

The cub came over with the marshmallow in his arms, and he groaned. There was only pure curiosity in his big golden eyes: "Does Second Brother not want to have a manager?"

"That's not true." The second brother rubbed his head, "I just think that the manager is just a babysitter, and it's useless. I knew I wouldn't sign with Sixth Entertainment."

Tang Xiaoying, who is about to take office: ...

The system whistled and pointed: [Host, your second brother has already started to float. ]

His host has trained seven film kings in a crazy way.

He still turned out the suona first, and had dinner in two days.

"Ah-choo—" Tang Shan sneezed, feeling a little cold for no reason.

He hugged his bare arms, felt goosebumps on his hands, frowned, picked up the cub, and walked into the house: "It's windy at night, go back to the house to prevent catching cold."

Unfortunately, the public airship was late, and Tang Shan rushed to the meeting room with a shoulder bag on his back. Unfortunately, he bumped into a few passers-by on the way and apologized hastily.

It is said that his manager has already arrived here, and he sent a few messages to urge him before. Tang Shan sneaked a glance, replied a few words in a hurry, and pushed the door open.

The audience was quiet, at least 5 crew members had gathered around the huge round table in the center, looking at the boy with messy blond hair and shortness of breath at the door, the clock behind him ruthlessly announced that the poor actor was [-] minutes late.

Tang Shan's entire face was stained red with shame, he touched his nose, and sincerely apologized, Jiang Jianshan made a rescue for him: "Go and sit at your seat when you arrive."

He hurriedly sat down on the seat, put the bag on his chest, folded his hands on the table, calmly, his eyes just met the person opposite, and he was slightly taken aback.

Without him, even sitting next to Qiao Song, who is known as the face, this person has a unique charm that first attracts attention.

He has long shoulder-length silver hair, cool white skin, light gray eyes looking over lightly, no one can leave a shadow in it.

Speaking of facial features, this face is rather cold, but it matches the temperament of this body, making it unforgettable.

His identity is named on the nameplate below: Screenwriter Zhibai.

Jiang Jianshan interrupted Tang Shan's thoughts: "Qiao Song, keep reading."

What they are studying is a scene of entering the water. The police detective is facing an extreme crisis between life and death. Countless aquatic plants spread out from the deep water, gathering and entwining, dragging people into the abyss little by little.

Qiao Song made full preparations, closed the script and recited it to the letter, with enough rhythmic fluctuations in his tone, like a handful of hooks, attracting people to listen further.

From the perspective of Tang Shan, it can be said that it is seamless and perfect, worthy of the name of the actor.

However, before he was ready to take over the scene and enter the next stage, Jiang Jianshan said, "Cut."

Qiao Song shut up quickly, followed the director to the screenwriter next to him.

Zhibai put down the mineral water slowly, glanced at the underwater scene simulation projected in the center of the round table, and the whole special effects team began to feel anxious.

His thin lips opened and closed: "Crystal clear, dreamlike, more like an underwater wedding than a life-and-death crisis."

The special effects team lowered their heads in shame.

Zhibai turned his head to look at the people around him: "There is also actor Qiao, you haven't entered the state yet."

Jiang Jianshan nodded in agreement: "After going through a fighting scene, you don't need to breathe."

The two of you said one sentence to another, and pointed out two or four mistakes.

Qiao Song quickly apologized, opened the script that had been rolled up, and took notes seriously.

Holding the script that he had only read 8 times, Tang Shan's hands began to tremble slightly.

In the following study of the script, not only did director Jiang fully fit the image of the legendary studio tyrant, but the screenwriter also ascended to the throne of the Great Devil with his precise gaze and sharp comments.

Even Tang Shan, who is the leading actor, was not spared. Even receiving the extra attention from the two, Qiao Song gloated a little, checking for omissions and making up for the vacancies.

After ten hours, only half of the script has been studied, and Tang Shan's notes are densely packed in the gaps between words.

After finally waiting until the break, the people who walked out of the office were all pale and staggering, like walking corpses.

Tang Shan was still sitting in his seat, thinking about the last few points he pointed out, when he saw a shadow falling in front of the table, raised his head, and met Shang Zhibai's sizing eyes.

He stretched out his slender hand: "Let me introduce, I am your manager arranged by Sixth Entertainment, just ask me to know."

Tang Shan was dumbfounded, and reached out to shake hands with him: "Brother Bai."

Called brother.

Tang Xiaoying felt refreshed for a moment, then nodded lightly on his face: "Yes."

He took the script out of Tang Shan's hand, took a pen and wrote a series of book lists on the back, and put it back in front of him.

"Etiquette Test in the D Century", "Exploration of Mysterious Culture", "Art and Culture in the D Century", "Tracing the Origin of the Manor", "Criminal Psychology"...

Roughly speaking, there are at least twenty reference books.

"For this script, you must first read these reference books to build an impression of the whole story in your mind," Zhibai explained, "I have already bought the physical book and put it in your room."

Tang Shan wants to cry but has no tears: Why does he, a scumbag, read so many serious books?

Zhibai didn't seem to see his pain at all, and continued to increase: "A qualified actor needs to train himself in many aspects. You need to practice gymnastics, breathing, speech, and you need to learn various arts and cultures from ancient and modern times, behavioral psychology, human body, etc. Anatomy requires training your spirit, expanding your five senses, and mobilizing your subconscious."

Tang Shan raised his right hand cautiously: "Brother Bai, is it too late?"

"It's too late," Zhibai said frankly, "so after training, let's talk about this show, we'll see what happens."

Straightforward to a little cute.

Tang Shan laughed, his golden hair shining brightly.

The filming started as scheduled, and the first thing to shoot was the confrontation in the prison. Considering Tang Shan's first filming, he chose a scene with a heavy police detective role.

The thin morning light shone in through the gaps in the railings, first falling on the file bag, and then on the horsewhip at the waist.

The police detective's eye sockets were sunken, and the fatigue of several days' running was left on his face. His footsteps were heavy, and he stopped suddenly, looking at the gradually brightening ray of sky.

When the truth came out, the truth came out.

After all, the prey could not escape the hunter's muzzle, and succumbed to this small space, waiting for the final judgment.

He stood in front of the cage, the sky was not completely bright yet, and there was only a dark shadow in the cage.

This does not affect him declaring the truth: "Carlos, you are not a helpless orphan, you are not a wandering magician, you once had a pair of parents, and a younger sister, living in the shadow of the manor owner .”

The police detective hung the evidence one by one on the wall: "The owner of the manor took a fancy to your five-year-old sister, so you received a horrific corpse that was abused. Your father wanted justice, so he died in a mine explosion .In the end your house was burned, your mother was burned alive - in front of you. You narrowly escaped life, and returned years later, under the alias of Carlos the magician, performed a magician in the fire. magic."

"What we need is not a master of exorcism, but to catch the devil hidden in people's hearts." He looked at the chain of evidence he had listed with a mixed expression of sadness and joy.

The boss only gave him seven days, and he must find the prisoner who killed a noble earl, otherwise, he would lose Weibo's pitiful but enough salary to survive.

The detective succeeded, but already wavered.

"Carlos?" He suddenly sensed something was wrong, turned his head slightly to the right and rear, and found a silence.

The police detective realized that something had happened, and the emotion shown in an instant was fleeting. He turned around suddenly, and rushed towards the tight prison door like a hungry tiger.

Snapped--

The candlelight was lit, and dried blood splashed all over the cage. Carlos' limbs were twisted into unimaginable arcs, his head limply fell back, and there were deep bone wounds all over his body, with rough edges, as if he had been unknown. A creature gnawed on it, dripping green slime.

The police detective's face was frosty, he held his breath, put one hand back on the pistol, approached cautiously in small steps, lowered his head, and met a terrified face.

The hand drew out the pistol one step faster than the brain, held the gun in both hands, and aimed firmly at the corpse.

Tang Shan opened his eyes, exchanged a glance with the police detective, and deliberately lowered his voice to create a sense of mystery: "He is watching you."

The detective's originally indestructible belief was finally planted with a shaken seed. His pupils shrank for a moment, followed by eager gnashing of teeth and shooting without hesitation.

In the splash of blood, he took a step back, gasping for breath.

Carlos died in the cage.

"Cut!" Jiang Jianshan said suddenly.

The lights were bright, various staff came forward to rearrange the background, the well-trained leading actors instantly left the scene, Tang Shan sat up from the chair, wiped the blood on his face with a cloth, and walked around happily :"so tired."

"It's all the same," Qiao Song put on a familiar gentle smile, and suddenly smirked, "Looking at the director, you have to lie down for a while."

Tang Shan followed his gaze and saw that the director was sitting on a ponytail, holding a script in his hand, surrounded by light screens, which faithfully transmitted back the expressions and movements of the actors captured by the nano-camera from various angles.

He didn't open his mouth to explain, but just frowned, rewinded the previous scene to the part where Carlos played, and watched it over and over again.

At some point, Zhibai, who was standing outside the arena, had already walked over, his well-shaped brows frowned.

There was no smile on Tang Shan's face, and he sat back on the chair obediently, behaved well, and had an intuition that he was about to be punished.

Sure enough, Jiang Jianshan pondered for a while, and said, "Come and have a look."

Tang Shan trotted all the way, and the rivalry between the two of them was presented on the big screen.

"What did you find?"

"It seems," Tang Shan frowned slightly, "In this play, the detective is more like the protagonist than Carlos. Is it because the detective has more roles?"

Immediately afterwards, he denied this speculation himself: "During the audition before, Carlos had the least part in the scene, but just like this time, Carlos' feelings are actually stronger and more contagious."

Jiang Jianshan looked at the rough jade he had unearthed, and began to carve: "You are a very good actor, you are born with good control over your body, and you can express emotions powerfully, but this is not enough. The character must be unique and touching."

"You portrayed a young man, very real, but—he is just one of thousands of young people, and any young man would say in a mysterious way like him—he is watching you, but this is not the protagonist Carlos."

Tang Shan reviewed the play again.

From the play, the audience can see the heaviness and vacillation of the police detective, as well as the fear he is trying to suppress.The complete emotional history is revealed to the audience, and it is easy to win all the sympathy and goodwill. He is a real police detective who is struggling to survive among the powerful and at the bottom of society.

In contrast, Carlos is like a cliché villain in a traditional suspense story.

Is this the delicacy and layering of the actor's characters?

As soon as Tang Shan stepped into the door of performing arts, he saw the big mountain lying in front of him at a glance——

He was under pressure.