I hung up the phone and looked backstage. Inside, a group of men and women were talking in low voices. They were the actors who had just performed "Who is the Madman?"
Fang Jing regretfully turned around and left, following the address given by Huang Lei. Let's come back here, it's still early anyway.
After asking people along the way, it took Fang Jing more than ten minutes to find the place Huang Lei mentioned. It was a large theater with carved railings and green tiles. It had two floors and was more than ten meters high. It looked like the style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
The door is open, and outside the station you can see a high platform that is more than ten meters long and eight meters wide. Under the platform is a flat auditorium the size of a football field. The ground is not modern floor tiles, but bluestone slabs.
The seats are also antique Taishi chairs, there are about 600 of them.
Except for the Western chandelier, there is nothing modern in the entire garden.
Fang Jing walked in through the knee-high threshold of the transnational building. A group of people in the audience were sitting and chatting. They were not Huang Lei and He Ling, but now they were not wearing casual clothes, but wearing long gowns from the Republic of China.
"Here we come!" In the crowd, Huang Lei's wife Sun Li pointed at Fang Jing and said with a smile, while others turned around.
Several of these people looked familiar, but Fang Jing couldn't name them. He only knew that one was the Bull Demon King from Magic Phone, and the other was Lu Xiucai from Wulin Gaiden.
But we can't call them Lu Xiucai and Bull Demon King, right? It would be better to call them both teachers together, so as not to offend anyone.
"You sit down first, and we'll change our clothes and eat together." After Fang Jing finished speaking, Huang Lei turned to his wife and said, "Lili brings the children over, let's all come together."
"Well! I'll go first then!" Sun Li nodded.
Only forty years old, she wears a pair of long braids, a light blue blouse with a sloping collar, a black skirt above her knees and Oxford leather shoes. It is obvious that she plays a college student in the Republic of China.
Sun Li has a very elegant temperament and a well-maintained figure. She does not look like a mother of two children at all, but more like a woman in her late teens.
When she was young, she was also a goddess. Fang Jing's impression of her was that she was the descendant of Nuwa from the Nanzhao Kingdom in the Fairy Sword. She was sacrificed from the beginning in order to prevent the leader of the Moon Worshiping Cult's theory that the earth is round.
"Fang Jing, let me introduce to you, this is teacher Chen Minghao, and this is teacher Yu Entai." He Ling pointed at the Bull Demon King and Lu Xiucai and said with a smile.
"The two of them are truly capable actors and have made great achievements in acting."
"Teacher Chen, Teacher Yu, I have long admired their names."
It turned out to be Bo Tai. When he said this, Fang Jing suddenly remembered that in China, actors generally have low academic qualifications. Most of them are junior high school students, high school students, and elementary school students. Some even became monks halfway, serving dishes and washing dishes.
But there are some exceptions. They not only have high academic qualifications, but also have strong acting skills.
Not to mention the older generation, most of them are professors who became famous after becoming famous. Among the middle-aged actors, Zhao Lixin, Yu Entai, and Zhai Tianling have the highest academic qualifications.
Dr. Qing Yishi.
The acting skills are also top notch.
Although Dr. Zhai later overturned, his acting skills are still outstanding.
"Hello, your work is very good, I like it very much." Lu Xiucai smiled and nodded.
Chen Minghao is quite old and usually doesn't pay much attention to the Internet. He concentrates on dramas and has no idea who Fang Jing is.
But looking at the looks of Yu Entai and He Ling, we know that Fang Jing must be a very popular artist now.
"Hello, hello! The young man is very good. Leizi often talks about your movies to us and praises them full of praise!"
"Hahahaha!"
Fang Jing was embarrassed, but He Ling and Yu Entai and Huang Lei laughed on the spot.
"Teacher Chen, I have also seen your magic mobile phone and lotus lantern, and I really hope to have the opportunity to cooperate."
"Hey! It's easy to talk, it depends on fate."
"Change clothes and eat." Huang Lei, who bent over with a smile, slapped Chen Minghao on the shoulder.
Leaving Fang Jing where he was, the group went backstage to change clothes.
"Leizi, what were you laughing at just now? Did I say something wrong? That guy is not an actor?"
Huang Lei didn't speak, but Yu Entai said: "I am a singer. Please ask me first if you make up lies next time."
Chen Minghao blushed, embarrassed, scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm so embarrassed now."
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After changing clothes, the group arrived at a hotel in Wuzhen half an hour later.
"Teacher He, were you rehearsing a drama before?" Fang Jing asked He Ling beside him at the dinner table.
"Yes! Secretly in love with Peach Blossom Land."
Yu Entai put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Some people appear to be hosts, but secretly they are drama actors."
"I'm just a soy sauce guy, and I'm much worse than you professionals."
"No way, Teacher He is too humble. Your acting skills have gotten better every time in the past two years."
Fang Jing was surprised and thought He Ling came to support him at first. After all, he didn't even act as a host.
I didn't expect that people would actually put on a drama. I've seen this happen not once or twice.
"Teacher Huang, when will your Secret Love in Peach Blossom Land start to play? Then I can watch it."
"Three days later, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the venue just now will not be accessible to ordinary people. If you want to watch it, I will save a seat for you."
"But our Secret Love in Peach Blossom Land has been performed hundreds of times. If you want to watch it, there are still many opportunities."
"Hundreds of performances?" Fang Jing opened his mouth wide, performing hundreds of performances in one play is a bit awesome, "Aren't you tired of it?"
The air was quiet, and several people looked at each other, then laughed after a few seconds.
"Of course I won't get tired of it. I don't perform it every day, and the feeling is different every time. It has been like this for more than ten years."
Taking a sip of wine, Chen Minghao said: "Young man, you don't understand the charm of drama. The more you perform it, the more addictive it becomes. Once you have performed it, you will know that it is more comfortable than the movie."
"An actor's real stage is in drama, everything else is nonsense."
Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry, has this started? How many sips of wine have you had?
There is a chain of contempt in the music industry. Those who play classical look down on jazz, those who play jazz look down on rock, those who play rock look down on pop, and those who play pop look down on rap.
There is also a chain of contempt in the acting circle. Those who do dramas look down on those who do movies, and those who do movies look down on those who do TV series.
But they all have one thing in common: they look down on those who play online dramas.
A well-known veteran actor once said that TV dramas are like roadside stalls, shoddy and not suitable for the stage.
Hmm! That's right, this old actor plays drama.
Fang Jing didn't dare to talk, he was just a web drama actor.
Huang Lei smiled at Chen Minghao and said, "Then why did you act in TV series in the early years?"
"Don't I have no money? I have no choice but to make a living. A penny can't help a heroic man!" Chen Minghao smacked his lips and continued, "At that time, a scene cost hundreds of dollars, so I couldn't do it without receiving extra money."
When it came to remuneration, several people present felt dark and shook their heads with a wry smile.
In the actor circle, the poorest people are definitely drama actors. There is no one among them. Washing dishes in a hotel earns more than them.
Chen Daoming's performance in a play last year only cost more than 1,800 yuan. This was the protagonist, and the other supporting roles cost several hundred yuan.
In order to perform a play, one has to rehearse for many days, practicing over and over again, and every breath must meet the character's requirements.