"Please unlock the achievement medal as soon as possible: [Immersive]."
During the performance class, this line of words appeared in front of Fang Yi's eyes again, and at the same time, the mask under his vision kept flashing, and its outline was the same size as his face.
Fang Yi remained calm, shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them again. The medal and mask remained unchanged. The mask was marked yellow to distinguish it from other colors in the field of vision.
He stared at the mask, and when his heart moved, the mask was clasped on his face. Just as his skin felt cold, there was a "beep" sound: "The badge [Immersive] has been equipped. Newcomers will be given a free trial opportunity.
Do you want to use it immediately?"
【yes】
"[Immersive] LV1: You will experience the character's emotions. Please train and upgrade to unlock more functions."
"Current level 1 [0/100]."
"Fang Yi - please start your performance!"
Fang Yi waved his overly fat hand upwards, carrying the chalk head in a precise parabola. Fang Yi saw the somewhat angry face of the teacher Ren Changhong.
"..."
There was faint laughter in the classroom.
Fang Yi stood up and shrugged, walked up to the podium, glanced at the people below, and then turned back to read the writing on the blackboard.
——Classic reappearance.
As the name suggests, it is a parody and interpretation of classic clips. Veteran actors will like this kind of work. They all have their own strengths and weaknesses in their performances. For rookies, it is really humiliating themselves. Especially this teacher, who likes to replay the original film.
Once again, criticize the students mercilessly.
A lot of pain comes from comparison, and this seems to be especially true in art.
"Have you seen "Migrant Workers"?" Ren Changhong raised his eyebrows.
"Seen."
"Then you act..." He clicked the mouse twice with his short and thick fingers, and the screen flashed several scenes, then switched to the beginning. After repeating it several times, it stopped at a bluestone road with steel bars. "...
…this paragraph.”
——A small climax in the film: the male protagonist Guishun took over the job of pasting the fallen red tiles at the school gate. It was just the time when he was happy to do it, jingle bell...school was over, and Guishun's child and his playmates left.
He walked by and suddenly saw him, and the child's smiling face froze.
The camera showed Guishun's dark face.
When he looks at the child, he expects something and doesn't expect anything.
…
The bottom took a breath of cold air.
"Migrant Workers" is a documentary film classic, and this section is a classic in the film. Through the eyes of children, the audience can feel the embarrassment of manual workers in the social class, and this embarrassment is exactly what many adults take for granted.
Not asking questions.
As a father, Guishun looks forward to his child's call; as a father, he is actually afraid of his child's call.
However, how can a father feel fear?
This seems to be against human nature.
The emotions of the former can still be replaced and imitated by the performer's other experiences, but it is difficult to empathize with the latter because the actor's experience is not related to it.
I have n’t been hammed by the society, how to perform sweetness, suffocate bitterness, bitterness, bitterness, bitterness, bitterness, bitterness.
"Bang bang!" In order to emphasize his words, Ren lightly knocked on the painted metal podium and said in a cadence, "Fang Yi - although this is the first time this film has been taught in class, in fact, in private... everyone is sure
Have you seen it before..."
Ren Changhong stared intently at Fang Yi's pretty face, seeing how he pursed his lips and frowned slightly, standing as straight as a cypress.
——Suddenly, I felt a panic in my heart. I secretly felt that I was emitting the light of a villain inexplicably. I couldn't help but straighten my waist, causing the belt to tighten tightly on my flesh.
It was difficult for him to look at the other people in the audience.
It was a group of Tianling Gai who had a tacit understanding to repay their mentor.
It was obvious that Ren Laomo planned to select one more lucky audience member to show off his shame on the stage and be the subject of everyone's discussion. It had not been long since school started, so it was wise to protect one's own safety.
In the PK of art, there may not necessarily be a winner, but there must be a loser.
Standing next to classmate Fang, if he doesn't wear a mask before the show starts, you are already a loser.
Ren Changhong was sullen, and turned around to look directly at Shang Yi. They were a pair of clear and clean eyes. Ren opened his lips slightly and was stunned for half a second. Before he could speak, he only heard:
"I've seen it, I've seen it many times."
A declarative sentence with a light tone. The tone is slightly different from before, a bit... mechanical.
Are you too nervous?
Young people, young people.
I have a poor mentality, I am immature, and I still need...knocking, knocking, knocking.
Ren Changhong put it aside for the moment, "Then get ready and perform right away." He carried a bench and sat in the front row, leaving a huge empty podium, leaving Fang Yi standing alone, with all the black heads underneath.
Like weeds growing out of barren soil, they are messy and diverse.
"Don't be nervous, we are all your children now..."
This sound is extremely slow and long, inducing people to fall asleep. Fang Yi also closed his eyes and brewed his emotions until he said a vaguely inaudible sentence:
"The show begins..."
Open your eyes.
In the field of vision is a majestic green iron gate with vertical and sharp prismatic side rails. On the outer sides, marble clad with red porcelain forms an arch. At first glance, it looks like a flowing flag. Under the sunlight, it looks iron-clad.
The door is even more shining.
Only a large piece of the ruby red porcelain fell off, which was unsightly.
The weather is good today.
Guishun, who was standing on the steel frame, stared at his faint reflection on the tiles, feeling a little confused. He randomly found that he still had a trowel tightly clenched in his hand. Below, on the second-floor elevated platform, there was a bucket of mud.
, a stack of red porcelain.
He is laying tiles.
So I started walking on a familiar road, picked up a piece of mud and glued it on. This is muscle memory.
I accidentally spilled some, and the mud fell across the second floor and fell to the bottom. It was on the security hat of the patrolling security guard. The security guard opened it and took a look. He was so angry that he stretched his throat: "Guishun! Guishun! Don't you have eyes?"
Who is "Guishun", but he knows that he is talking about himself, and apologizes repeatedly. This security guard is also a local, and he cares most about the cleanness of his uniform, let alone the one on top.
"Oh - bad luck." The security guard softened his words when he saw his muddy appearance, and turned back to try to wipe it clean.
After cleaning for a while, all the bricks were put up. Guishun looked at his work and clapped his hands. He made a lot of money today.
I need to bring some stewed vegetables when I go back, but I have to go down and wash my hands first.
Ladder, I need a ladder.
His eyes fell on the security room.
"Dingling bell~~Dingling bell~"
The end of get out of class was quite urgent. According to the time, now... Guishun suddenly remembered that school should be over now. He also has a child studying here. He has just entered school. The classroom closest to the door on the first floor. On the first day of school, the child's mother sent it to him and told him about the situation when he came back.
Guishun became anxious and wanted to get down immediately. He patted the steel bars and said, "Ladder, give me the ladder, I have to get down!"
There was also a security guard who came out with the bell, "Why are you anxious? I haven't opened the school gate yet?"
"Where's my ladder?" Guishun asked again.
"ladder?"
The security guard unlocked the door and pushed it open. The heavy school door made him gasp for breath and laughed: "You still want to come down before the students finish walking? Do you want to block the school entrance with your ladder? Guishun, I understand you, you don't
To understand my work, you must at least understand these students, right? They are rushing back to eat!"
Then he said: "I remember your baby is also studying here, right? Don't you feel sorry for your baby?"
Guishun had already seen through the gap the face of the child who came out first. It was strange and cute. Although he didn't recognize it, he opened his mouth but could not speak.
"I said you should wait. Waiting for a few minutes won't kill you, right?" When the security guard said this, the door was already fully open.
The noisy children's voices were getting closer and closer.
Guishun's heart was pounding, and he suddenly realized that he was the only one on the second floor, which made him uncomfortable. His hands were full of dried mud, and his face certainly didn't look good. It should be black or gray.
White, only no color.
Maybe you can't even recognize me like this.
He looked at the children who finally emerged from the cracks in the steel bars, then squatted down and tried his best to cover his face with his torso.
But children are always very curious. When we look at them, we have to notice the person on the second floor. He looks very interesting.
Are you hiding something good? Or do you need help?
More and more people are surrounding me.
There was a pair of eyes staring closely at the person on the stage, confused and expectant. The figure's subconscious body language triggered a sense of familiarity.
Parents who picked up their children also participated, but not out of curiosity, but because they were forced not to leave, and they were even more afraid that their children would become interested in this career.
Some people are a little excited and inevitably say a few disparaging words.
"Ligong——" they drawled their voices with disdain, "What's so good about it?"
The parents then began to urge the security guards.
The security guard was not an idiot. He saw Guishun's embarrassment and knew the pressure, so he had no choice but to start chasing people away and disperse the crowd.
From the gap between his knees, and then through the gap between the steel bars, Guishun saw his child, and his eyes met. At that moment, he felt his head buzzing, and he suddenly let go of his face, feeling subconsciously about to cry.
ecstasy:
It’s me! It’s me!
Then, I saw that the child was surrounded by other playmates and their parents. These adults may not be dignitaries, but at least they were decently dressed at this moment.
The overflowing ecstasy beat back more violently like a tide.
Guishun hid his face so that no one would recognize him.
"..." The silence lasted for a few seconds, and then a cheerful cry suddenly sounded.