acting substitution syndrome

The cooperative competition and the group competition have the same competition system, and they are still direct promotion tickets and pending tickets. They are also impromptu performances within the specified situation. In order to increase the fun, the program group ingeniously turns the selection of scenarios into a mode of drawing lots to decide .

"Let's see, the word I drew is," Zhou Lubai took the stage to randomly draw a word: "Mother."

Wu Peilun drew the word 'murder', Wang Yinmeng drew the word 'retarded', and Xia Zhongsheng drew the word 'son'.

The random combination of characters and situations increases the difficulty of performance.

Mother, son, murder, mental retardation, four words, it is necessary to design a play.

The first group to come on stage was Liu Nian, Shen Mingming and Robry. Shen Mingming swallowed nervously, and couldn't help turning his eyes to his partner. Robry was obviously more confused than him, and the only one he could believe was, Only Liu Nian, who nodded slightly and remained calm.

The lights in the waiting area dimmed, and Liu Nian turned around: "What do you think?"

Shen Mingming shook his head: "Sister Nian, please direct the play for us. We will act as you say."

"Okay." At this moment, Liu Nian knew that she had to do her part and use her rich acting experience to bring the two into the play. This is also the moral of the show: "In this topic, the relationship between the characters is relatively simple. It is a pair of mother and child. Killing And mental retardation is the key word, if it is just killing, there are more than a dozen performance methods, but the word 'mental retardation' appears, it shows that the process of 'killing' has something dramatic..."

While they were discussing, there was a lot of discussion on the court and even backstage.

"This situation is not easy to act," Xia Zhongsheng asked: "Don't relax, think about it, if it were you, how would you act?"

Some young actors were quick-witted, and immediately said: "There is nothing difficult to act, let me see, this situation is not difficult."

As he spoke, he gave an example: "For example, the mother is mentally retarded and kills someone, but is discovered by the son; or the son is mentally retarded, and the murder is discovered by the mother."

"There are several possibilities," Lu Bai and Wu Peilun were also discussing on stage last week: "...the son was killed, and when the mother took revenge, she found out that the murderer was mentally retarded, and it was the son who hurt someone first."

"Then I can contribute one too," Wang Yinmeng said with a smile, "Neither the mother nor the son is mentally retarded. A shocking case is coming."

"It seems that our mentor Yinmeng is not only a director of literary films," the host Ma Yibo joked at the right time: "He also has the talent of directors of suspense films. How about it, Yinmeng, have you considered preparing for the next film? Make a suspense film?"

Regardless of the heated discussion in front of the stage, the plot of the story can be played freely, but for Liu Nian and others who are about to perform on stage, how to straighten out the plot and contribute clues to the audience——

It's not easy.

"Come on, let's count down together, ten, nine, eight, seven—"

Seeing that the lights were about to come on and the curtain was about to rise on the stage, Liu Nian, who had hurriedly finished the play with the two young actors, suddenly remembered something, lightly patted Robli, and said: "You need to design an action, Let me know that you are the murderer..."

That's right, Robrie will be playing the role of a mentally handicapped son next.

There is no objection to this role allocation. The only female role must be played by Liu Nianlai. In their design, there is also the role of a policeman who comes to ask questions. She chose Shen Mingming with an upright face.

The curtain opened, and everyone's eyes focused on the three actors.

But at a table, the mother was squatting on the ground, vigorously rubbing the clothes in the basin, with one foot on the step, and half of her body was tilted. With her rubbing movements, the audience seemed to be able to I heard the 'chacha' sound from the friction of the collar.

Zhou Lubai's expression changed, and he admired secretly.

Her first famous movie was playing a rural woman in the movie of the famous director Zhang Mingyi. She lived in the northwest countryside for four or five months, and knew exactly how rural women wash clothes. Not to mention clothes, even quilts that have not been washed for 20 years can turn white flowers on the hands of rural women.

If you want to ask where the strength comes from, you can't borrow strength from squatting on the ground, you have to step on something.

Soon my mother poured some washing powder into the basin-but it seemed that she had poured too much carelessly.

The mother frowned, feeling regretful and annoyed at the same time. The washing powder was stained with water and could not be put back, so she thought about it, took off the coarse cloth apron around her neck, and threw it into the basin. inside.

Now even the audience could see Liu Nian's performance skills, and a wave of applause was unreservedly dedicated.

After all, there is no washing powder and washing tub on the stage, Liu Nian is performing without physical objects, and the performance is so lifelike.

"Teacher Liu Nian is really amazing." Wang Yinmeng gave a thumbs up to the camera: "It's great, there is no trace of acting."

"Son, son!"

Mother stood up, wiped the back of her hands, and walked into the bedroom, "Take off your vest, and mother will wash it for you."

As soon as the camera turned, the son played by Robrie appeared. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet dangling in the air. He was called several times by his mother before he turned his head in confusion and stared blankly at the mother who came in.

"Vest, take off," the mother made gestures but did not get a response, so she did it herself: "Take off your clothes."

The son groaned a little unhappy, and waved his hands wildly. The mother was pushed and staggered without retreating. She grabbed the son's vest with both hands, and took off the vest.

At this point, the audience can naturally see that the son is mentally retarded, and the mother is a woman who has worked half her life for the mentally retarded son.

The mother grabbed the vest and went back to the wooden basin, and picked it up casually, but her expression suddenly changed: "Why is there blood?"

She stared wide-eyed for a while, "Son, what a big bloodstain! Where did you get hurt..."

She was so anxious that she raised her buttocks and was about to stand up, when there was a knock on the door, and the policeman played by Shen Mingming straightened his hat behind the door, "Open the door, policeman."

Mother was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the door curtain: "Police?"

"Oh, ma'am, it's me, Xiao Wang," Police Officer Wang said, "The one who preached the law to our village, remember me?"

"Remember, remember," his mother let him into the house: "Come in."

"Ma'am, I'm here to inform you about something," Police Officer Wang said after a few words of pleasantries, and his expression became serious: "There was a murder case in the next village. A girl was killed in a good way. What happened two days ago is causing panic now."

"Good girl, someone killed her?" Mother said, "Who killed her? Why did you kill her?"

"I don't know, we are investigating now," Police Officer Wang said, "The murderer can't be found, no one can feel at ease, right, I'm here today to remind everyone not to go out casually at night, and to ask Do you guys have any clues about the murderer?"

"Clues? I don't have any clues. I stay with my son every day and never leave the house," the mother asked again, "Oh, Police Officer Wang, who does that girl belong to? Do I know her?"

"Here, this is it." Officer Wang took out a photo, shook his head and sighed, "It's a terrible death, the head was cut off..."

The mother took the photo and was looking at it when she heard the low and strange cry of the mentally handicapped son from the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Officer Wang, it's making trouble again. You sit down, and I'll go and see my son."

The mother hurried into the bedroom, and saw her son kicking his legs with his back facing her, making strange laughing and laughing noises, and a puppet with a strange shape was making a weird, jaw-chilling sound as he was being pulled.

With a "bang", the puppet's legs were ripped off alive.

The mother paused, "Son, you..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw her son hee hee, but his hands didn't stop at all. Soon, the puppet's fragile head was broken off, and it rolled and fell to the mother's feet.

The mother picked up the puppet's head in a daze, but took a step back suddenly.

The light seemed to divide the son's face into two halves, half of the face was hairy, but the half of the face glowed with a dark and cold blue luster, as if coated with a layer of wax.

The drooping eyelashes and the floating corners of the eyes are staring at the puppet whose arms and legs have been torn off with interest, as if thinking about which part to tear next.

"Da da——" he mumbled, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and a smile even slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Naive and cruel.

At some point, the audience became so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. Everyone, including the director behind the camera and the staff standing in the corner, held their breath and did not dare to move.

They were all frightened by their son's sinister eyes, and their backs shivered.

The host Ma Yibo watched the performance on the stage while paying attention to the reaction of the audience. The silence of the entire hall was a true feedback to the performance of the actor named Luo Bri. It seemed that this actor not only caught Liu Nian's play, but even Pulling the audience's emotions to a higher level.

This actor is, well, kind of interesting.

The mother's teeth bumped up and down, as if she had bitten the flesh, and her whole face shrank from the pain, but her expression already showed fear and thought, especially when she was tightly gripping the puppet's head, her whole hand was about to close Turned blue.

"Ma'am, ma'am?"

Officer Zhang’s voice came: “Is there nothing wrong?”

"No, it's nothing." The mother stepped back a few steps, her face pale, "Here we come."

She glanced back at her son, who tilted his head and smiled at her, nothing but stupidity, as if she just misjudged it just now.

The mother sat back on the chair as if her bones had been pulled out, her eyes were slack, and she fell on the laundry tub on the floor.

The dark red blood stains stand out on the white vest.

Police Officer Wang's gaze also seemed to sweep back and forth intentionally or unintentionally.

"This kid always has nosebleeds." The mother smiled woodenly, and then put her hands into the laundry tub: "It's okay, I've been washing his clothes since he was a child, and his clothes haven't been cleaned before." clean."

Police Officer Wang seemed to have relieved his doubts, "Oh, you are always unlucky, your son has such a disease, and he asked you to wash his clothes when he is so old... I heard that this disease is the same as that mental illness. ?”

"My son is sick, he is a bit stupid, but he recognizes people and he is good," the mother kept staring at the pot: "The louder the thunder, he shrank in the corner of the bed in fright, and the worst hair Temper, just dropped two bowls... I locked him with a rope, never let him run out, even at night, I shared a bed with him."

Seeing Police Officer Wang's back out of sight, the mother's crying stopped abruptly. It turned out that she was just howling.

Unexpectedly, when the silence in the room was restored, the mother's tears flowed out suddenly. In the last shot, the mother's shriveled and thin body was crumbling, and the son's indistinct 'da da' sound was heard inside the door.