The president insists on showing love to me

After two weeks of rehearsal in the rehearsal room for "Pleasure Inn", everyone moved to the theater for live rehearsal.

There is basically no problem with the rhythm and connection of the play. The on-site rehearsal is mainly to let everyone confirm the position and understand the environment so that they can make timely adjustments.

The rehearsal on the first day basically went smoothly, and the group leader let everyone go back to rest early, but Deng Cong was left alone by him.

Deng Cong also guessed in his heart why the head of the group kept him here. His performance today...was stretched, and he felt extremely tired.

I didn’t feel it when I was in the rehearsal room before, but when I moved to the stage, the space suddenly became larger. He consciously amplified the expression on his face and the voice of speaking lines, so he spent more energy than usual, and the performance was halfway through. Feeling exhausted.

And if he performed as he did in the rehearsal room, Agui's existence would become as weak as a prop, and he could not even keep up with the rhythm of other people, which made Deng Cong's performance extremely difficult.

The head of the group has long expected that this situation will happen to him. To be precise, every newcomer who comes to the stage will encounter such a situation.

He called Deng Cong to the last row, asked him to sit down, then ran to the stage by himself, and randomly performed a scene of Agui greeting the guests.

After the performance, he ran back quickly, without saying anything, and pulled Deng Cong to the middle position, and then ran to the stage to perform a section.

Finally, in the first row closest to the stage, the same scene was performed again, and then he jumped off the stage and asked Deng Cong: "Do you know why the performance on the stage is more exaggerated than the general performance?"

Deng Cong nodded. He still learned about it: "In order to let the audience behind also see the performance on the stage."

"Then when you were in the last row, did you see the expressions on the faces of the actors?"

Deng Cong recalled it for a while, then met the leader's eyes and shook his head honestly.

This is one of the larger theaters in City A. It is divided into upper and lower floors. The lower floor can accommodate about 40 spectators. The last row is about [-] meters away from the stage. No matter how good the eyesight of the audience in the last row is, it is impossible to see clearly. Chu saw the expressions of the actors on the stage.

"That's right, so there's no need to act so hard at all!" The group leader slapped his palms and shrugged: "Anyway, no matter how big your acting is, the people behind you can't see clearly, with your eyes so wide and your mouth so wide open. what to do?"

Deng Cong blinked his eyes twice, and suddenly realized that he had exerted too much force just now!But……

"Isn't it okay to act too weak?" The audience couldn't feel his performance and thought he was a wooden man. Wouldn't that be a hindrance to everyone?

The head of the group nodded, sat next to Deng Cong, and taught him in a very serious and serious manner: "The performance on the stage must be enlarged, but not all of it is right.

Singing, reciting, doing, and playing are the four basic skills of opera performances. Stage performances are actually the same.

You are right to consciously amplify your performance, but there are only two ways to output your performance. Expressions and lines, your body movements and your emotions are blank. This is also the problem of many young film and television actors nowadays, because they only need to show A face, so it doesn't matter if there is emotion or not, and it doesn't matter how the body moves. "

Deng Cong touched his stiff face. Thinking about it, this is really the case. During the rehearsal just now, he magnified all of Agui's expressions, and now he feels his facial muscles are sore.

At this time, I heard the group leader continue to add: "You should have experienced it in the last row just now. It is through the overall shaping of the character that the audience can judge a character's identity, personality, good or bad, etc. , expression is not the most important.

The proprietress is the biggest person in the store, and she always lifts her chin when facing all the employees; the accountant was a scholar when he was young, and his back was always straight; He always looks shorter than others... What kind of character should your Agui be? "

Following the leader's words, a vague image gradually appeared in Deng Cong's mind - a young man who waited in the hall, he greeted the guests humbly; because he opened the door for business, his temper was very mellow; He is always the first thing to think of when you have to do something, because he is smart enough; his monthly salary is not high, but he still works steadily, because he is the pillar of the family, without this job, the family will be in trouble...

"I, I, I... I seem to understand!" Deng Cong glanced at the head of the group excitedly, turned over and went directly to the stage, and acted out a scene where Agui was being made things difficult by a cheapskate.

After the performance, he looked at the leader with burning eyes, hoping to get a positive evaluation.

The head of the troupe lived up to his expectations and clapped his hands in satisfaction: "Young children can be taught, and children can be taught. This time our troupe will not smash the signs."

Deng Cong: ...

Since you are worried about me smashing the signboard, you willfully let me play Agui, is it really okay for you to be so big?

Leaning on the door frame of the exit and watching all this, Tang Eryue lowered her head and smiled, admiring the leader's vision of seeing people, and thanking Deng Cong for his awareness.

She gathered her coat, took out her mobile phone and sent a message, then walked out of the theater with a smile.

After waiting for a while, a man with chestnut hair got off the taxi and walked towards her with a smile on his face. When the man approached, Tang Eryue took his arm, and the two left intimately.

Deng Cong, who was hiding behind the pillar, was a little excited when he saw Tang Eryue's boyfriend at first, but looking at the man's back, he felt more and more familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw him... Could it be Is it my own illusion?

He was worried that he would embarrass the two of them in the past, but now he regretted it a bit. He should have gone up to say hello just now, and by the way, he could see the face of his "brother-in-law".

Deng Cong, who had no regret medicine to take, was still thinking about it when he returned home.So much so that he didn't even hear Tangdou showing him the pictures he drew in the kindergarten.

The little bun was wronged, his mouth shrunk, he hugged the painting, ran to Tang Yilei's side on his short legs, leaned on his lap, didn't say anything, just rubbed against his leg pitifully.

Tang Yilei squatted down with a headache, coaxed Xiao Baozi a few words, then hugged him and went to Deng Cong.

"What are you thinking? My son doesn't even answer you when he asks you to. Be careful that he doesn't want you in the future." Tang Yilei is no better than a well-behaved little bun.

Deng Cong came back to his senses, put down the water glass in his hand, and blinked at the father and son with a dazed expression.

Tang Yilei told Deng Cong that Tangdou was praised by the teacher for drawing in kindergarten, and Xiao Tangdou put the painting in front of him in a timely manner.

Deng Cong grinned and took the painting, then let Tangdou sit on the bar, hugged him, and looked at the painting together next to his soft body: "Tangdou's painting is a duckling, hey, really Cute! This is the little duck crossing the river with the mother duck."

"No, no..." Tangdou shook his little head, and pointed to the biggest yellow duck in the painting, "It's not the mother duck, it's the father duck. The father took the duckling across the river to find Uncle Duck."

"Emma, ​​Dad Duck, Uncle Duck, son, you are so funny." Deng Cong kissed the little bun, and then teased him, "There is Dad Duck, Uncle Duck, what about Mother Duck?"

I thought this question would be difficult for Tangdou, but he pointed to the long blue river in the middle and answered simply: "Mother Duck swam along the river to buy clothes."

The child's whimsy was reasonable and interesting, and Deng Cong couldn't help but feel that his IQ had dropped back. He greeted the family of ducks: "Is there any uncle duck, is there any aunt duck?"

"There is Aunt Duck. My aunt went shopping for clothes with my mother."

"Why are there only three ducklings?"

"The first is jelly beans, the second is little uncle, and the third is brother Ruirui."

Deng Cong couldn't help but laugh: "Son, you think of yourself as a duckling, but if you want to be a duck, what if uncle doesn't want to be?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Yilei unceremoniously pinched his buttocks. Don't think he didn't hear Deng Cong's overtones. When a pure baby like Tangdou said this, what's the moral?

Deng Cong rubbed the ass pinched by Tang Yilei with a playful smile, and continued to discuss with the child whether to be a duck or not.

As he was talking, Deng Cong suddenly couldn't continue. The question he had been struggling with for a long time finally had an answer. He suddenly remembered where he had seen Tang Eryue's boyfriend!

Duck!

That man was a duck in a nightclub that he often took with him in his previous life!

Well, yes, the adult kind of duck...

Thinking of Tang Eryue getting involved with a duck, Deng Cong felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.Tang Yilei saw that his face had changed for some reason, and reached out to caress his back and asked him what was wrong.

When Deng Cong turned his head and saw the other person's face, he became even more nervous. He lied about his stomachache, hurried into the bathroom, and locked himself inside.

Then he sat down on the toilet, holding his head and annoyed that his IQ was not enough.

If that man is still a duck in this life, if Tang Eryue walks with him so closely, could it be that he has been taken care of by him?

But she also said that she was in love with a man... Based on Deng Cong's understanding of Tang Eryue, she is definitely not the kind of empty woman who wants to pack a duck to pretend to be in love with herself, so she is really in love with that little duck. Ducks talk about feelings?

Does Tang Eryue know his identity?

If you don't know... is the duckling lying to her or is it?If you know... Tang Eryue is willing?

There is also a possibility that this life is really different from the previous life, that man is not the duck in his memory at all, but an ordinary young man, if so, then everyone will be happy.

But if not...

Deng Cong scratched his head and felt a headache, why did God want him to see Tang Eryue leaving arm in arm with that man, but he knew the identity of that man in his previous life!

If you don't figure it out, let Tang Eryue be with a man who seems to be a duck... As Tang Eryue's brother, Deng Cong touched his conscience and said, he can't do it!