To be precise, Gao Yuanyuan did not agree to attend actor training with Liu Hao.
She still couldn't lose face and was in a state of ignorant youthful love. She was a little tempted towards Liu Hao, but she had her own reserve.
Being able to be alone with Liu Hao in a deserted place is the limit. You will not appear with Liu Hao in front of acquaintances.
Another reason is that Gao Yuanyuan has not yet made up her mind to take the art exam.
Still missing the straw that broke the camel's back.
It just depends on the agreement I made with her before.
She has a quiet and obedient personality, but she also wants to be a little rebellious but doesn't dare to.
This is the feeling Gao Yuanyuan gave Liu Hao after getting along with her these days.
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"Brother Liu, you think highly of me when you ask me to do something. I will definitely handle it for you..."
"It's okay, no trouble, I'll be free in a while, just make an appointment..."
"It's too unruly. Let's just have a few drinks together when we have time. I won't be as soft-hearted as last time..."
I occasionally overheard a Northeastern accent coming from the other side of the phone during a conversation between my eldest brother and a friend from a Chinese drama company.
It seemed very familiar. Liu Hao thought about it for a while and suddenly realized it.
"It turns out to be the actor who specializes in beating up the King of Heaven."
Of course, at this time, he was just a 93-year-old student in the Department of Acting at the Chinese Theater Academy.
We had made an appointment to meet at the China Theater.
When his eldest brother was studying at China National Opera, Liu Hao also went to China National Opera. It is located in the DC area within the second ring road of Beijing. It is very close to the Forbidden City and only a ten-minute walk away. To the west is Shichahai and Prince Gong's Mansion.
The new school site was selected in Changping District in 2006.
As a well-known art school in the country, China National Theater is so "small", its area is not much larger than a standard football field, and it is not as big as the campus of Liu Hao High School.
As soon as you arrive at Dong Mian Mian Hutong, you can see Wang Qianyuan standing under the artistic gate of the Chinese Opera from a distance.
The capital became much colder in December. The cold wind blew away the excitement on the streets, and the vertical sunlight brought a touch of warmth.
The standard Northeastern man is tall and tall. Although Liu Hao is taller than him, his body looks thinner because of his young age.
He looks like a normal high school student, already a bit muscular, and it will be perfect if he adds a little more muscle.
"Hello, this is Senior Brother Wang Qianyuan. I, Liu Hao, Liu Kai's younger brother, made an appointment with you before..."
Liu Kai trotted up to Wang Qianyuan, pointed at himself and said hello.
Wang Qianyuan squinted his eyes to confirm, and immediately put on a simple and friendly smile, and quickly stretched out his hand to shake Liu Hao's hand.
"Hello, he turns out to be such a handsome guy, oh! We have met him once before!"
"I don't seem to have any impression..."
"It happened a year ago. At Beijing Film Studio, you and your brother..."
.....
"You've been to China Theater before. It doesn't matter. I'll take you around again, even though you're young and don't have much to do..."
After chatting for a while, the simple conversation suddenly brought the two of them closer together, like friends they hadn't seen for many years.
Although Wang Qianyuan is not handsome, he is very charming, has a high emotional intelligence, is versatile, and speaks witty and interesting words. He is very popular in Zhongxi Drama and likes to make friends.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have become friends with Liu Hao’s eldest brother who has graduated.
There really wasn't much to see in the Chinese Opera. After chatting for a while, Wang Qianyuan got an initial impression of Liu Hao and quickly got to the point.
"You already know the vocal table form for the art test of the acting department. I can't teach you vocal music. I heard from your elder brother that there is no problem in this aspect..."
After talking about the lines, Wang Qianyuan asked Liu Hao to recite a collection of prose poems casually, and he became proficient in it.
So Liu Hao recited the "Farewell Cambridge" he had prepared before.
"Gently I leave,
As I come gently;
I waved gently,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky..."
The words are clear and round, sonorous and powerful!
"Very good, let's run along the basketball court together. You run at my pace, and you recite it again while running..."
Liu Hao did it again according to Wang Qianyuan's request. At the beginning, the recitation was smooth. As the rhythm of running changed, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, Liu Hao became a little slurred. Some sentences were even shouted outright.
When it came out, I couldn't hear what was being said at all.
Wang Qianyuan himself also did it again and recited a prose poem that he was good at in the same way. But compared to Liu Hao, his pronunciation was not only clear, but also full of emotion.
The difference is not a little bit.
After pausing, Wang Qianyuan began to explain, "Line is a very important subject in performance. It is an indispensable factor in the script and the cornerstone of a script. Every character in the script has their own identity and personality.
Status, characteristics, etc. are often reflected through various lines.
The conflicts between different characters, the occurrence, development, climax and ending of the story are also closely related to the lines.
Speaking your lines well is the foundation of a good actor.
The most basic requirement is that the audience can hear clearly under any circumstances, whether it is off the stage or off the screen.
You can speak your lines clearly and bring your own emotions into them.
A lady and a country woman, with the same lines, have completely different emotional expressions.
This requires you to practice more and experience it yourself.”
"Hmm..." Liu Hao nodded.
"But then again, the lines for the art test are just recitations. When the time comes, you choose the theme, and I will help you design it in advance, adding some facial language, body language, etc. Then you can come to my place to practice more, basically
There’s no problem anymore.”
"....Thank you then...."
Next, Wang Qianyuan inspected Liu Hao's body.
Liu Hao was not good at dancing, so he performed a set of martial arts boxing in front of Wang Qianyuan.
Although he has lost a little weight, Liu Hao's body proportions and physical condition are still very good.
After punching, standing there gave people the feeling of a prodigal son turning back.
Not a big problem.
Finally comes the most important performance.
"Next let's play a little game. I say something and you make an expression."
"Yeah." Liu Hao nodded.
"First make a nervous expression..."
"As far as tension is concerned, there are several types."
"The kind that waits for your wife to give birth to the baby in the hospital..."
"Uh...hiss..." Liu Hao frowned and bit his lip.
"A son is born!"
"Oh ah!"
"My wife is dead..."
"Huh?...Yeah!"
"When a son is born a genius, he will be called daddy..."
"Aha..."
"My son is deformed..."
"Huh?...Ouch..."
"Won the Mark Six Lottery..."
"Ah ha ha..."
"My son died suddenly..."
"Ah?..Huh?..."
.....
After the game, Wang Qianyuan fell into deep thought for a while.
The first two expressions of Liu Hao seemed like that, but the series of expressions that followed were a bit outrageous.
It’s not too outrageous, it just feels like an act and the facial expressions are too exaggerated.
This is natural. In Liu Hao's two lifetimes, apart from experiencing the first two, he has never experienced the nonsense things that follow.
I can only act.
But overall, Liu Hao still has some acting talent. At least he can make people feel happy, angry and sad by making rich facial expressions.
It's not like some people in later generations who had plastic surgery and their face looked paralyzed no matter what, and they went around marketing their acting skills.
"Next, let's do a simple skit. One of your close relatives accidentally fell down the stairs in front of you..."
Liu Hao thought about it in his mind, then faced the air in front of him, suddenly showed a frightened expression, deliberately threw his hand upward, pretending to throw away something in his hand, and rushed forward with a few quick steps.
"Very good," Wang Qianyuan clapped with both hands, "Do you still remember how you felt just now?"
"Worried? Excited? That's about it."
"Then do you still remember some of your movements at that time, such as your hands, eyes, and whole body struggling to move forward, as if you were trying to grab something? Do you remember how you gritted your teeth to prevent tears from falling?
?”
"After such a reminder, I seemed to remember these actions at that time, and I deliberately pretended to throw away the things in my hands."
"is that so?"
Wang Qianyuan imitated Liu Hao's previous action and threw his hand upward.
"Yes, that's it." Liu Hao nodded.
"The skit you just performed was quite good. It was based on your understanding of the environment of the skit and it was a subconscious performance, so you don't remember the actions at the time.
This sketch is common. Your subconscious performance can guide you on the right path, so your performance will look wonderful. But if it is uncommon, your subconscious performance does not guide you on the right path, and you will be let down.
very bad.
So you should pay more attention to observation and details in daily life, and you should think more and practice more before performing..."
Wang Qianyuan paused for a moment and then continued, "When you perform, there is another problem, that is, you like to be smart, and there are strong traces of acting.
For example, the action you just performed while pretending to be panicked and throwing away the things in your hands was because you were doing it deliberately, so you remember this action very clearly.
Normally, if you hold something in your hand, if it is a heavy object, in this case it is not a throwing action but a loosening action. If it is a light object, although it is throwing, you only need to raise your wrist or arm slightly, and it will not be thrown at all.
It’s not that big..."
Wang Qianyuan's analysis made Liu Hao feel a little shy, which also made Liu Hao fully aware of this.
Acting is not easy.
"You have just started acting. Although your acting skills are young, you are still very good. They are much better than when I first started acting."
Wang Qianyuan shared some of his own acting experience with Liu Hao and told Liu Hao some acting tips.
Time flew by so fast, and the afternoon passed before I knew it.
Liu Hao has benefited a lot and feels that time flies by so fast.
"The Best Actor is the Best Actor. We should ask him for advice more in the future..."
To express his gratitude, Liu Hao invited Wang Qianyuan to have a meal at a restaurant outside the Chinese opera. Liu Hao, who was only 18 years old in more than three months, took a sip of wine. Wang Qianyuan, a big man from the Northeast, naturally turned red after drinking.
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"Stop it, just send it here." Wang Qianyuan, who was supported by Liu Hao's shoulders, was still awake and stopped Liu Hao at the door of the dormitory.
"It's better that I send you in."
"Forget it, the dormitory building in this drama does not allow outsiders to enter." Wang Qianyuan chuckled twice, "The girls' dormitory is opposite my dormitory..."
"Mixed living together? Is it so exciting?"
"Hey, you kid, you haven't been in love yet, how about I introduce you to someone? I happen to know a little girl, about the same age as you, who is also applying for Chinese drama, how about I introduce you to...
This girl is so fresh and juicy..."
"Well...if you drink too much, don't talk so much. I won't serve you anymore..."
"How can you be an actor if you are so thin-skinned, haha..."
Seeing Liu Hao running away, Wang Qianyuan, who was a little confused, laughed and complained.