Son of the Bone

Until he came back from the piano room with the newly written score, Qi Lin kept reminiscing about the feeling just now.

He hastily ate boiled eggs and salad, stayed in the gym for an hour and came back to take a shower, and had to politely deal with all kinds of seniors at the door of the dormitory, and returned to the room with a bunch of gifts.

It was a little surprising that Jiang Jue didn't sit there reading a book, but was on the phone with someone with a gentle smile on his side.

When he was talking with that person, his voice was soft and deep, even if he was only discussing the contents of the textbook, it seemed like he was whispering softly.

...What about calling your girlfriend?

Qi Lin was not interested in gossip, but he had to pay attention to the way old cadre Jiang spoke.

It's like a graduate of the dubbing department.

Of course, his daily conversations are not in the broadcast accent, but the words are clear and clear, and there is not even a little bit of breathing.

But when it came time to concentrate on the phone, the voice was subconsciously lowered and slowed down. Even if Qi Lin was just standing at the door, he was tickled by the slightly deep voice.

It's almost like a late night radio host playing jazz and reading poetry.

Until the phone was hung up, Jiang Jue still had a slight smile on his face, obviously feeling much better.

He got up and drank a glass of warm water, caught a glimpse of Qi Lin concentrating on reading the book "Actor's Self-cultivation", coughed lightly.

"Start class?" Qi Lin quickly took out his notebook and turned to him, obviously eager to try: "I'm ready."

Jiang Jue approached him, picked up the "Actor's Self-Cultivation" and said: "I remember, I didn't talk about this book last time."

"Well! I've finished reading "The Art of Performing." Qi Lin added, as if afraid that he might not believe it, "The lunch break is exactly three hours."

For a moment, Jiang Jue felt that even if he asked him to build a Great Wall, he would really move the bricks overnight.

Senior cadre Jiang sat down next to him holding a thermos, indicating that he could ask questions.

"The impromptu performance this afternoon—how did you do it?" Qi Lin was thinking about what his agent told him, and his tone was a little eager: "I think you are bringing me into the play, and the whole quarrel The plot is really too real."

He subconsciously looked at his palm even after the impromptu performance was over.

He completely put himself in the role of the husband.

Jiang Jue flipped through the two books that were cleaner than the new ones, and suddenly asked, "Do you think the scene in the afternoon was method school, experience school, or expression school?"

Qi Lin held his breath and thought for a moment, then raised his finger and said, "Don't remind me, I should know this question!"

Anyway, he still followed the teacher in the company to make up lessons.

The method school tends to use one's real old memories and emotions to make the character more real, while the experience school immerses the whole person in the character and constructs it with subconscious cognition of the character.

"I think it's the experiential school." Qi Lin recalled the class in the afternoon, and tried to analyze: "You made me unconsciously put myself into this role."

"It's method school." Jiang Jue said seriously: "Besides, you didn't join the drama."

What those laymen students watched in the audience was just the excitement.

How can it be?Everyone said that this section was very good.

Jiang Jue adjusted his sitting posture a little more relaxed, and said slowly: "I ignore you, I don't communicate with you, and you will feel anxious when you do strange things."

"Your confusion and anxiety on stage are real."

"If you are an experientialist, as a husband, you will subconsciously behave like a husband."

You'll close the kitchen door,

And Qi Lin's impromptu performance is not much different from his girlfriend's quarrel.

"Then, this is the beginning of our class today." Jiang Jue put down the book, took the pen casually, and began to write the lecture notes in his notebook.

"Qi Lin, why do we practice table-shaped tables?"

These three schools are like the three schools of Shaolin, Wudang and Emei in online games.

It seems that everyone is embarrassed to say that he is a player if he does not choose his own life.

But in fact, the experiential school and the method school have the same origin. One is the training method of Steiner in the Moscow Art Theater, and the other is the training method of the New York Actors Studio.

The method school requires actors to use their bodies to props and personal free will to enter the play. Nowadays, many colleges and universities are strengthening students' physical and creative abilities in the performance department, which is also very meaningful.

Jiang Jue turned to the eighth page of the textbook, bowed his head and read to him intently.

"—for Stanislav, the greatest actor is Salvini."

"Salvini once said, what is performance? Voice, voice, voice."

In this whole system, external things can substitute people into the play, and the play itself can affect everything outside, and this is the charm of performing arts.

Having said this, Jiang Jue paused, realizing that something was wrong.

"Are you distracted?"

Qi Lin's expression was a bit complicated, he just shook his head, pushed his chair back a little, looked at Jiang Jue and said, "I have something to tell you, can I keep it secret?"

For him, in terms of ability, Jiang Jue probably joined the theater troupe when he was a minor, and he was eloquent when he talked about these theories, obviously not inferior to anyone.

From the perspective of being a person, even if he has only been in contact with him for a short two days, he can feel his stability and steadfastness. He should not be the kind of person who likes to spread gossip.

Taking a step back, even if he did tell the story, his fans would help to criticize and clarify the rumors, at most he would be scolded by Lao Fan.

The boy slowly closed the book and nodded.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, his palms almost sweating nervously.

"I got an audition, this November."

There are only two months left, and my own company obviously doesn't have much hope, and the attitude is simply to focus on participation.

How can Jiang Huang's affairs focus on participation!

If he breaks his leg, he's going to audition, okay?

Lao Fan doesn't find teachers for him to work overtime to make up lessons, he finds them himself—his roommate seems to be a genius!

Qi Lin rubbed his palms, only feeling that his heart was beating so fast that he wanted to confess his love.

"I haven't got the script yet, but the lead actor is confirmed and will never change."

"The male protagonist is Yu Ren, and the female protagonist... is Jiang Yanzhi."

When he said that name, even the chair shook.

Jiang Jue's expression went blank at the same time, and he was also stunned.

my mother?

……my mother? !

"You're also super surprised, aren't you?" Qi Lin couldn't sit still anymore, his mind was in a mess all day, and all kinds of emotions were all confused: "She is the Jiang Yanzhi who won the Grand Slam for three rounds. Ah! She is a lifelong Oscar judge! If I can succeed in the audition, I can play siblings with her!!!”

Sitting next to him, Jiang Jue was dazed, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face subconsciously.

"I really didn't lie to you," Qi Lin turned around abruptly, and sat back on the stool with a bang: "But the director is French, so there's no way to fight... Bah, it's just that this role needs an open audition, if you don't succeed, you don't get it."

"Jiang Jue, I've been panicking all day today, this matter really can't be messed up."

He swayed in front of him in the next second, and his usually shining eyes looked like stars were twinkling at close range.

"She is my goddess! I have been watching her in "Chasing the Moon God" since I was four years old!"

"I love her so much!"

Jiang Jue swallowed, and repeated the name: "Jiang Yanzhi?"

This was the first time he called his mother's full name in front of his roommates.

And the roommate also wants to play siblings with his own mother.

Qi Lin froze for a moment, then suddenly stood up again and said, "Don't tell me you don't know her."

It's okay not to go online, I haven't heard of her... it's barely okay.

But if you dare to speak ill of her, we will break off our friendship!

"I... have heard of it," Jiang Jue said with difficulty, "I've seen her movies too."

Just now I made an overseas phone call with her.

"She's really amazing," Qi Lin saw that he didn't mean to insult his idol, so he dragged the chair back to the original distance with a serious face: "And this is the first time Xiying has come back after four years. Possibly, I haven’t missed a single movie of my goddess.”

Jiang Jue was in such a complicated mood that he wanted to run downstairs.

What should he say now?

I wish you a happy cooperation with me, Mama?

Shall I help you prep for the audition so you can meet my mom?

He rubbed his brows, and said in a natural tone as much as possible: "Before the script and audition requirements come out, let's practice the basic skills first."

As for Qi Lin's diligent and conscientious attitude, and the bright and clean eyes that looked at him, he was too embarrassed to refuse.

Yes, basic skills!

Qi Lin had already started fantasizing about the scene of talking to the goddess with his lines. When he heard this sentence, he immediately patted his head and picked up the textbook, with a pious and serious expression on his face.

Jiang Jue squinted his eyes at him for a long time, but couldn't continue talking.

To be reasonable, do you really want to make a movie with my mother?

Then if my mother comes to visit me in the dormitory later on, won't you go crazy...

"You talked about the sound, the relationship between the method school and the sound." Qi Lin raised his paw and swore: "I will never be distracted again, Mr. Jiang, I promise."

Jiang Jue came back to his senses, lowered his head, took out his phone, and turned on the recorder.

"Come on, let's record a line for this."