This time Ren Changhong came to the professional class of the Performance Department. Before it started, the classroom was already full of people. Students in autumn and winter wear gray and white, like groups of sardines caught in nets in the sea, densely packed with hope for life.
"Fang Shen, I heard that you were on CCTV, and I looked for that film again," he raised his thumb and clucked his tongue: "That's awesome!"
The classmates congratulated Fang Yi and came in order; these students entered society earlier than other majors and have become much more mature, and they all want to impress the powerful.
In fact, there may not be anyone who can compare to Fang Yi right now. There are those who make micro-movies;
Those who signed the contract include... the 2009 Yang Opera Performance Troupe. Just looking at the beginning, it seems that they are full of talents and will go down in history.
However, it is easier to judge whether an actor has potential, not now, but in the future.
Maybe this is too vulgar, but their spiritual roots are on their faces.
There is such a theory in performance. The public's impression of an artist's acting skills does not lie in his average performance level, but in his peak level. If he is a niche who follows the orthodox kingly route, it has to be said that the public's expectations for his appearance are basically the same.
This is the upper limit that acting skills can achieve.
"Now that I've been down and out, at least there's a topic about Fang Yi's classmate who can stir up some buzz. If he can really become popular..." That's just the idea.
Bai Yu, who had met Fang Yi before, waved to Fang Yi from a distance this time, lowered his head to prepare for his homework, and did not come over. He was sitting in the front row. He was reading the book attentively, and seemed to have no time to go to Fang Yi.
Look here.
Think about what classmate Fang Yi is doing?
Is he fishing?
No! Impossible.
From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the protagonist. It was a handsome young man named Fengshen. He leaned on the table and turned the pages of the book. I don’t know when he started. I only know that when I looked at him, everything
It has already begun; his fingers are very white and translucent, pushing the paper away, putting it down again, pushing it away...and...
Even with such a monotonous movement, he has a unique sense of rhythm and beauty when doing it.
How could such a scene be related to fishing during class?
Song Yi, who came to class with Fang Yi, was treated more enthusiastically. Her classmates thought that her current success might be replicated and they could fool her into getting resources; but she was not very good at dealing with such situations.
Anyone who comes here can win Song Yi's polite smile.
"Classmate Song, I really envy you... I think you will be able to receive many films in the future..."
She said, "What happened? How is it possible?"
Then he asked: "Are there any friends who can help?"
She replied: "That's not true. I got lucky this time. I have to endure it step by step. I have no hope of getting anywhere."
This kind of thing cannot be believed, and people who ask will often pick up their mobile phones.
"Can I exchange contact information?"
Song Yi kept running her fingers and saved many people's numbers. Because there were too many people to save, she could only replace the names of the contacts with pinyin first.
On the contrary, other people also wanted to do this to Fang Yi, but Fang Yi seemed to have an aura that made people feel distant. He was quietly flipping through the pages of the textbook next to Classmate Song. He had been flipping through the textbook for a long time, and his whole body was filled with excitement.
He exudes an aura of "I'm very gentle but I'm too busy and hot chicks don't want to come over." Come to think of it, I've never heard of him being angry, but he feels like he's a lower class and won't join in on the fun.
It’s better to find classmate Song Yi. She seems to be more kind-hearted.
And she has nothing on her hands.
So there were more people on her side.
"Students - today we have a line class."
Ren Changhong appeared at the door, holding the textbook under his arm and clapping his hands rhythmically a few times to silence the class. Everyone found a place to sit down.
He seemed to have eaten too many tangerines these days, and his face was a little yellow. The teacher glanced around the stage and saw Fang Yi and Song Yi, who were not far apart in the back row, also coming, and it was rare for two people to come at the same time.
Once everything was done, my mood immediately improved:
"Classes begin!"
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"It's not of much use if you save so many phone numbers; maybe they don't really want to know you."
Ren Changhong's voice was still long and mellow, which was very suitable as the background sound for doing other chores. It was also at this time that Fang Yi wrote a note and threw it to Song Yi, who was sitting two or three meters away.
This person has been talking on his cell phone almost non-stop since class started.
This is a method of recording phone calls. They often use it, which is to change the name of the person who has no time to write it down on the spot into pinyin, English, characters, etc. that are easy to refer to, and then change it back with Chinese characters when there is time; you can also leave it alone.
This is naturally another wonderful use; in the New Year's film "Mobile Phone", Yan Shouyi leaked the information because of a text message sent by his mistress. If Comrade Yan had given a code name, it would be difficult to associate it with others, and if he used both soft and hard tactics, he might be able to deceive him.
Pass.
After receiving the note, Song Yi opened it, read it, and thought about it for a while. Unexpectedly, he stood up and sat next to Fang Yi.
This movement was sudden and the sound was definitely louder than Ren Changhong's. The students in the back row couldn't help but stare at it with wide eyes.
Now Fang Yi felt uncomfortable, he said, "What are you doing?"
"I didn't bring my textbook."
Song Yi was typing by himself.
Fang Yi saw her teaching materials not far away, looked at her again, and shook his head helplessly.
"Students, we always say that lines are one of the basic skills of an actor, the foundation..." Ren Changhong clapped his hands on the table to cheer, and talked about the rise, "Actually, even extremely advanced actors need to hone their mastery of line skills.
For decades, lines are a lifetime of work. Today we are talking about one of the things that is easy to learn but difficult to master, and speak written language naturally..."
Song Yi raised his head and glanced at Fang Yi's textbook. There were notes written on it. The handwriting was also beautiful.
She said, "I'm going to copy your notes later and look at them when I get back; you can copy some first in class."
is that so?
Fang Yi couldn't find any other reasons. He listened to Ren Changhong's class a little more carefully and remembered what he wrote on his hand more concisely.
Although he may not agree with the opinions of the people on the stage, there is only one standard for the examination paper, which is Ren Changhong's standard.
He also had to write seriously.
Song Yi - who was much shorter than him, even when he was sitting down - glanced at the textbook, and gradually moved up, to his chest, to his Adam's apple, to his chin, and then quickly dropped back to the phone screen.
The Adam's apple suddenly moved, "Song Yi, I won't let you borrow it for too long."
"I know!"
Song Yi hurriedly agreed.
She lowered her head and picked up her phone to type again. After thinking for a while, she put the phone on the table, typed a few words, deleted them, and typed them again.
Sometimes I would look up and look in trance.
I'm afraid I won't be able to finish typing like this until I shut down my phone.
Because it was winter, her ears were well protected by the fleece cover, and the color was unknown.
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"I took notes for you last time; this time, if you help me, I will temporarily take away your book."
Song Yi said this; she forcibly took away Fang Yi's teaching materials.
And Fang Yi owed Song a favor, and it wasn't just this small note; the broadcast of the film a few days ago was also the reason why Song Yi wanted to come to him in the first place.
Without cause there is no effect.
Well, you always have to pay it back.
After saying goodbye to Song Yi, Fang Yi wanted to finish the book he had not finished last time. He passed by the cypress tree between the library and the teaching building and stopped here.
The tree is sparser, but even in winter, it still keeps growing new leaves, but it grows more slowly. The soil under the tree is scattered with branches and leaves that it has fallen before. Because more trees have fallen than before, it barely grows.
It was covered with soil, and several lingering lovers were sitting around the trunk.
Fang Yi walked around the tree several times, looking for a leaf that was in good condition and full. He would keep it as a bookmark for future reading.
However, by this time in the afternoon, the leaves had been trampled several times, but he was not satisfied.
Maybe there are some under the buttocks of lovers, but Fang Yi is too embarrassed to ask these people to get up. To find such leaves, I'm afraid it would have to be very early in the morning, when the leaves have just fallen one round at night and no one has stepped on them.
He stopped no longer and went straight to the library; the book return desk on the first floor was usually unmanned; and he went to the third floor, where popular literature was placed. It should be the eleventh column, the third row of bookshelves.
There are people at every position along the way. On weekdays, like the time Song Yi saw him, he was hiding on a low stool between the bookshelves. Such a position, as well as a separate small round table near the balcony, has better air and can be used for students to rest.
Tea room sofa... These seats are usually difficult to get. You have to come early before dawn, let alone now.
By winter, studies have become increasingly busy, and even the most unpopular, large square table in the hall that can seat ten people is rarely empty now.
Of course they can't read miscellaneous books.
Fang Yi likes to watch it because he knows what's wrong with him; no matter how outstanding an actor is, he can't interpret things he has never felt.
The stories and experiences in miscellaneous books are not available to Fang Yi now or in the future, but they will be used in performances.
Search for a black-backed book among the dazzling collection of books.
"The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".
found it.
This book lies here quietly.
He opened it and looked at it. He couldn't quite remember where he saw it last time. There was a thin sheet in the middle of the book. He thought it was a portrait he had drawn. But the painting was gone and replaced by a pine and cypress leaf.
.
At first glance, it was exactly the plot he had broken off before.
However, Fang Yi took the book and walked to the nearest window. The school's pine and cypress trees were there. As the wind stretched their limbs, the lovers who had been lingering before were still lingering under the tree, but the people who stayed before would not stay forever. He
Imagine that you are standing there and someone is staring at you through the window.
How do I know what I'm looking for?
In the sunlight, the veins inside the leaves are revealed. From a line so thin that it is almost invisible, the veins spread out, and there is a thick mesophyll.
[In the second and a half months after enrollment, the world became abnormal]
