The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

Xu Guanrong shook his head: "No, I support you to go."

Fu Ling was confused by these words, he felt very strange, this person, on the one hand, said that his calmness was rare, and on the other hand, encouraged him to go?

If you go, won't you calm down?

Xu Guanrong took a sip of coffee, then put the cup back on the coaster, and explained:

"Calmness is essential for self-reflection. However, it cannot be a shackle for your actions. If it restricts you, or even damages your self-confidence and future, then this is not calmness. It is self-deprecating."

He spoke very slowly, maybe he guessed that it was difficult for Fu Ling to understand, so when he spoke, he would keep looking at Fu Ling, and waited for him to nod his head in agreement, or the confusion in his eyes became clear before he continued. go on.

"Boss, I seem to... understand a little bit." Fu Ling looked at him and motioned him to continue.

"I just said that your biggest resistance now is that you are worried that the effect will not be good and you will disappoint those audiences, right?"

"Well, boss, you are right. I actually didn't know what I was afraid of before. When you said that, it seemed that I hit the point right away. Think about it, my audience base is already weak. If I let them down, will anyone still watch me act in the future?"

"Well, I need you to answer a question."

"Ah."

"The effect is not good, what exactly do you mean?"

"Well...it's just that I didn't perform well, my emotions were not in place, or I remembered the wrong lines, or I walked in the wrong place. And this is a one-time shooting. If I forget the words when the time comes, all the audience in front of the stage will be shocked." Look. Well, that's not good..."

Xu Guanrong curled his lips: "Then you don't have to worry."

Fu Ling was shocked: "Why?"

Xu Guanrong put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, then turned the man's shoulders over, and looked at each other:

"Your lines, body, and even the emotional expression of the characters are all passable. Don't you think that Zhang Shuping will recommend an actor who can't do it?"

"However, there are contingencies in everything." When Fu Ling thought of the difficulty of this variety show, it was like a mountain erected in her heart.

"Then practice." Xu Guanrong's eyes softened, "I'll accompany you."

If you want good results on stage and no mistakes, you must spend ten times as much energy preparing off stage.

The reason why Xu Guanrong supported Fu Ling's participation so much was——

"Listen, this is also a rare learning opportunity."

"Well?"

Xu Guanrong let go of his shoulders, sat forward a little, and let someone snuggle into his arms:

"In today's society, the progress is really too fast. No matter what industry, what age, you have to keep learning. If you are satisfied with what you have and want to stay where you are, then you will soon be confronted by those who And the people on the top squeeze to the back. Of course I hope you do nothing, just rest at home, I will support you. But, you like acting so much, you will even jump on the bed for a favorite character. Then, I I hope you can stand taller. Any opportunity to improve, I support you."

"Boss..." Fu Ling's arms around his waist moved, and she picked his shirt and rubbed it between her fingers.

It's really easy to talk to Xu Guanrong, this person can always find the most critical part of the problem, and then disassemble the thing bit by bit, allowing him to see the prototype of each seemingly terrifying part.Clearly, clearly.

Indeed, being able to cooperate with such a big name in the industry as Chen Manhong is an opportunity that many people can't wait for.Even if the process is very hard, every foot has to step on sharp gravel, but every friction is an opportunity to learn something, if he wants to go on the road of acting, he must seize this opportunity!

Xu Guanrong personally accompanied him to record the program this time.As soon as he arrived, his agent Fang Lin took him to meet Chen Manhong who happened to be on the set.Chen Manhong's eyes are very sharp, like ice skates on the eaves, sharp and shining with shrewd light.

Since it was introduced by Zhang Shuping, she said a few more words to Fu Ling, and also introduced their director and co-stars in that scene - all seniors who had won awards.

"I believe you have understood the program process on the way here. I have assigned you a staff member of our program. If you have any questions, you can go to him directly."

After Fu Ling was opened by Xu Guanrong, his whole body glowed, "Okay, thank you Teacher Chen!"

Chen Manhong is very satisfied with his state: "No wonder I want to get in touch with young people more, this mentality is just different."

Fu Ling scratched the back of her head shyly: "Well, I'm so excited to see so many seniors."

Chen Manhong and Zhang Shuping have been friends for many years, and they can trust his vision.In fact, Fu Ling was not their first choice this time. It was only because the actor who had agreed to record had temporarily quit and couldn't find a suitable actor in a short period of time that Chen Manhong asked his old friend for help.When Zhang Shuping recommended Fu Ling, he sent her a video of Ah Shui's audition, which she thought was very good.Therefore, when Fu Ling finally agreed to come, she was naturally happy.

Fu Ling reported on the evening of the 20th, and the recording time of the program was set at 22:18 on the 00nd.In other words, there is not much time left for Fu Ling to prepare and rehearse.

"This is a script. We don't have much time. You should familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible and memorize all the lines. You have to rehearse with the director tomorrow afternoon."

"it is good!"

This script was originally created by the program group, and it took about 10 minutes to perform. He glanced through it hastily, and the role he was assigned didn't have many lines.It's just that the difficulty is a bit high-this is a young man who is terminally ill.

And this scene is about how he bid farewell to his father in front of the hospital bed.

His surname is Zhao, and his first name is Pingjian, which means safe and healthy.A 22-year-old young man who has just been admitted to graduate school is diagnosed with a terminal illness, which is a huge disaster for every family.Not to mention, Zhao Pingjian's mother died early, leaving only his father alone.

The father does not give up, and the son does not give up.

A 10 minute story is short but enough to convey some emotion.

At the beginning of the story, it was the father who quarreled with the vegetable seller because of eighty cents.Eighty cents can buy three scallions, and after this quarrel, he got one more.The vegetable seller scolded him for saving money but not spending it, and he almost overturned his stall.just say:

"Every penny is my life-saving money, you know what a fart!"

Later, the father hid the scallions in a basket and took the thermos bucket into the hospital—he went to deliver food to his son.

Zhao Pingjian, who knew that he was short of time, planned to show his father, let him save some money for retirement, and don't spend all the money on his incurable disease.

Of course the conversation didn't go well, because he was the only relative my father had.How could it be possible for a man to leave his child alone and die of illness?

They had a quarrel, and it wasn't until Zhao Pingjian said the word "death" very rationally that the father knew that the child had really made up his mind.He uttered a sentence that old people in their seventies often say:

"Actually, if you die, you just leave."

Zhao Pingjian finally reconciled with his father and decided to go home.

The direction of the whole script is very simple, the tone and character settings have not changed, but are only being strengthened step by step. In a few minutes, two vivid characters are created to make the audience believe that this story is true.

It takes a few minutes to bring the emotions of the audience in, which is a great test for actors.

Especially Fu Ling - the separation of relatives has caused traumatic amnesia.And he has to change his angle to play the person who passed away.It's not enough to figure out the feelings of the living one, he also has to figure out the dead one.

"Boss, this story is so sad."

Fu Ling sat on the side of the sofa with her legs apart, her elbows resting weakly on her knees, and she was holding a few pages of light script in her hands, as if all the strength in her body had been sucked away.

Xu Guanrong had just checked the lines with him, and he roughly knew the plot - if he knew it was this book, he would not have encouraged Fu Ling to participate.

"If it's too difficult, I'll contact the director team to see if it can be changed."

Fu Ling shook her head, then slowly swallowed, and buried herself in Xu Guanrong's arms:

"Don't change it. I just feel sad, but I can overcome it. But, I don't know why I am so sad. It seems that this happened to me. Or, the screenwriter who wrote this script, The strokes are too strong, did it bring me in? But, no...Bringing into the character, I don't feel like this..."

Xu Guanrong was a little flustered. Xiao Boyan had told him before that Fu Ling's traumatic amnesia could not deliberately mention his mother in front of him to forcibly evoke his memory, nor could he stop him from calling his mother.However, you can try to discuss with him the issue of "life and death" or the parting of "relatives".

"How does that feel?" He tried to ask Fu Ling.

"It was very chaotic all of a sudden, as if I spent a lot of effort and finally repaired a castle, but it suddenly collapsed. It feels like I have lost something very important."

As Fu Ling spoke, tears flowed down uncontrollably:

"Boss, I seem to be in the same mood as this father. You said that Zhao Pingjian is gone, how sad is his father? The only relative in the world is gone, and I can't do anything. That feeling of powerlessness... ...how miserable he is..."

Xu Guanrong didn't stop him from crying, but just stroked his back over and over again with generous palms, giving him a sense of security with the warmth and comfort of his palms:

"I know that the feeling of losing the loved one you love the most is really painful. In the face of death, everyone is powerless."

Fu Ling gradually changed from crying silently to a crying voice, and his speech gradually choked up, and some words even had only breath sounds:

"If one day, my mother leaves me too, I really don't know what to do... Boss, she will get sick and get old. What if she really leaves, what should I do? I As long as I think of the father in this script and the pain of losing his son, I feel like I can't breathe!"

Xu Guanrong let his tears fall on his chest, soaking the cloth completely:

"There is also me. Lingting, and me. If there is a day, I will be with you, and Dr. Xiao, your friends, lover, and fans who support you, we will all be with you. Don't be afraid."

"But what about my mother? She raised me so hard. I haven't earned any money to be filial to her. How can she leave me?"

"Her biggest wish is that you can be healthy and happy, and don't let her worry. If you don't recover from the setback, then she will definitely not feel good watching it in the sky."

Fu Ling's ear was just pressed against his chest. From this position, Xu Guanrong's deep voice and his heartbeat could be heard.

Xu Guanrong saw that he was much calmer, so he went on to say:

"Didn't it say in the script? Don't take death too seriously. In fact, death means leaving. She just went to another world. Sooner or later, we will all go to that world. She will go and see it earlier. She can take care of you when you pass. Just like she came to this world before you and can take care of you."

The lights in the hotel are not as exquisite as those at home. The wall lamps are only a row of faint yellow, covering the leather sofa, as if covered with a light layer of down.But for two people who are having a heart-to-heart conversation, this light may be enough.

Xu Guanrong didn't extend the topic to Fu Ling's memory, but simply told him his not-so-heavy outlook on life and death, word by word, extremely gentle.He said that in the middle of the night, until the person curled up in his arms fell asleep at some point, he tiptoedly carried him to the bed and washed his face with a hot towel.

In his heart, Fu Ling was really a veritable little hedgehog.

When facing outsiders, he is tough, tenacious, and does his part.But facing those he loved, he became very soft, so soft that Xu Guanrong was afraid that he would break his heart if he said a wrong sentence.

That night, Fu Ling only said one dream.At dawn, he sobbed in his dream and asked:

"Mom, are you gone..."

The author has something to say: the boss is still the caring Fu Da