The prologue is being performed, and the students who were not on the stage are all standing behind the curtain and watching nervously. Only Wang Dalun and Tu Ling are sitting behind and chatting together.

Tu Ling plays Fan Yi without the prelude, so she doesn't have to wrap her big cotton jacket and wears a short-sleeved cheongsam. Although Tu Ling doesn't look very beautiful, she has a pretty figure. She wears a cheongsam that looks like a beautiful woman in the Republic of China.

There is a scene in the prologue that originally wanted Tu Ling to laugh wildly and scream a few strange sounds. It was recorded in advance during the official performance, and it was enough to release it at the time. So now Tu Ling is also leisurely.

"How are you doing in the past two days?" Wang Dalun glanced at Ji Bo in the crowd and asked in a low voice.

After two years of classmate, his relationship with Ji Bo has always been average, mainly because this person is introverted and not very sociable. However, his grades are very good, and he can rank in the top three in all subjects. In addition, his own good image, Zhou Ping's role fell on him. In fact, one of the boys always has the first place in the class, but his image is really bad, so he can only play Lu Gui, and this person is Cheng Chuang.

"That's it, I think he's very nervous."

As he said that, Tu Ling deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Actually, from the very beginning, I thought that Teacher Huo and Teacher Ma had chosen the wrong person. Zhou Ping deserves you to act, and the effect must be much better than him."

"Stop teasing! With my grades, if Teacher Ma hadn't been extra kind, he would have to play Servant A and Servant B."

"Hey, don't say it. This time you have made great progress after you have come back from the movie. Not only do I say this, but everyone says that, your performance during rehearsals is obvious to all. Hello, director Zhang Yuan has taught you some tricks, so that you can get it all at once." Tu Ling said curiously.

"Of course there is a trick." Wang Dalun wanted to tease her.

"What's the trick? Tell me quickly." Tu Ling looked a little excited.

He smiled mysteriously and pretended to be profound: "Director Zhang Yuan not only taught me the tricks of acting, but also lost all his acting skills to me when he finally finished filming, and opened up my Ren and Du meridians, a big Zhoutian, ninety-eighty-one small Zhoutian..."

"Are you teasing me?" Before Tu Ling could finish her words, her little fist pounded his back with anger, saying, "You are not my son, you are not my son. You are not like me, you... you are simply a dead pig!"

Oh, it’s said that you’ve put on the lines! In the play, Zhou Chong is Fan Yi’s son.

So Wang Dalun also looked extremely painful, "Mom! My beloved mom, what's going on with you?"

Maybe the noise was a bit loud, and the students all turned their heads.

Hu Qiang frowned and scolded, "What are you doing?"

The two waved their hands quickly and said, "Teacher Hu, we are rehearsing."

"What's the use of cramming for a while? Hurry up, the prologue is about to end. Get ready. You are about to take the first act."

"Why!"

The two of them quickly agreed. When Hu Qiang turned his head, they stuck out their tongues at the same time. Then Tu Ling glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, turned her head proudly, and ignored him.

...

The chorus of mass and the sound of the organ sounded...

The curtain slowly fell and the prelude ended.

"Hurry up, change the scenery!"

I have to say that classic masterpieces such as "Thunderstorm" and "Teahouse" are all repertoire of the film school, with a complete set of props and sets. Moreover, whether it is setting or changing scenes between scenes, the action is called skillful and melodious.

The first scene began, and the curtain slowly opened again.

The scenery is roughly the same as the prologue, but the weather in the whole house is relatively gorgeous. It was a summer morning ten years ago, in the living room of Zhou’s house.

The curtains of the niche are still hidden deep, with gorgeous pots of flowers placed inside. The door in the middle is open, and a layer of iron screen door is seen from the screen door. The trees in the garden are shaded and cicadas are heard. The clothes cabinet on the right is covered with a yellow tablecloth, with many small decorations on it. The most obvious is an old photo, which is placed in a very irregular manner with these exquisite things. There is a narrow and short table in front of the cabinet, with luxurious cigarettes and some fragments. There is a bell-talking basin on the stove on the right, and an oil painting is hung on the wall.

There are two ring chairs in front of the stove, with the back facing the wall. The glass cabinet on the left in the middle is filled with antiques. The small table in front has green-flowered chair cushions. The sofa in the left corner is not old, with three or four thick satin cushions on it. The low rows of cigarettes and other items in front of the sofa are placed. The two small sofas in Taichung are gorgeous, with Luzon cigarette boxes and fans on the round table.

All the curtains are brand new, everything is prosperous, the furniture in the house is very clean, and the metal places are shining. The house is very stuffy, hot and hot, and the air is low. There is no sunshine outside, the sky is dark, and it is a spirit of rain that is about to rain.

At the opening, Yu Wen was already on the rectangular table near the middle wall, carrying the audience filter medicine. She shook a palm fan from time to time while wiping sweat. Cheng Chuang wiped some small things on the short table next to the sofa, which was very difficult; sweat beads emitting from her forehead.

It's really good to call Cheng Chuang. His makeup is a man in his forties. His spirit is shrinking, his back is a little hunched, and he seems to be owing his body forever. He promised his master "Yes."

As a housekeeper, his clothes were gorgeous but not neat. He was wiping things with one step, and his feet were a pair of yellow leather shoes. Sometimes he used his clothes lapel to wipe the sweat on his face.

He raised his head with difficulty and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sifeng!"

Tu Ling ignored him and continued to filter the Chinese medicine.

"Sifeng!" Cheng Chuang increased the volume...

It was Zhou Chong's turn to play. Wang Dalun was raising his legs high, trying to make his breathing more realistic. It was almost done, and he rubbed his face hard to make the blood on his face. The classmate who played makeup came with a sprayer and sprayed his face a few times, and immediately shining with shiny sweat.

Then he waited behind the curtain and treated Ma Zhuang, who played Lu Dahai, as he took a show, and he quickly came to the scene from the garden behind him.

"Sifeng!" The voice was young and light, and he jumped quickly, gradually moving closer to the middle door.

Wang Dalun understood Zhou Chong, who had a great heart and had all the fantasies like children. He was young and only seventeen years old, and he had imagined many impossible facts. He lived in a dream of beauty. Now his eyes flashed happily, his face turned red, and he was smiling. He was holding a racket under his left armpit, and his right hand was wiping sweat with a white towel. He was wearing white clothes for playing ball. He called Sifeng in a low voice.

...

Auditorium, back seat.

Although the drama has just begun, Li Xiaowan is already yawning. She has grown up in the Beijing Film Academy since she was a child. In the past 30 years since she remembered, she has watched the classic drama "Thunderstorm" dozens of times. Her taste has been made by many old artists who became famous before the founding of the People's Republic of China, a new generation of artists who grew up after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a middle-aged artist who was the same age as her and a younger generation of young artists.

Today was just a group of students on stage, and they were from college classes, and their acting skills could only be described as immature. She was already very tired, sitting there yawning one after another. Just when she was drowsy, a familiar figure appeared on the stage.

"Huh?" Looking closely, that's right, it's him! Haha, I've really searched for everything without any effort. He actually played Zhou Chong? It's really a coincidence. Looking closely, it seems that he's acting really good!

"Shaohong." She turned her head and whispered: "How is that Zhou Chong on the stage?"

Li Shaohong has watched it very seriously from the beginning. No matter whether the stage is good or not, as a director, he always likes to find something from it when watching others perform. Even if it is bad, he has to list one, two, three, four, five or six shortcomings.

Although the play of today has just finished its prelude, it is not very good to be fair. At the beginning of the first scene, Lu Gui's appearance was finally a highlight. She still remembers the little girl who played Sifeng. She came here to try the camera two days ago and performed a simple scene. I remember that she gave the little girl some advice at that time, but now it seems that her suggestions don't seem to work.

At this time, Zhou Chong's appearance made her eyes lit up. Her light steps and innocent expression fully demonstrated a young man who had been living in beautiful fantasies since childhood, without worries, and lived in beautiful fantasies all day long.

"No, at least it's better than the Liu Dong recommended by Jiandong. The performance is very natural and there is no sign of deliberateness." Li Shaohong's evaluation was very pertinent.

Li Xiaowan asked with a chuckle again, "Then do you think he looks like Mr. Zhao?"

"It's not that the person you mentioned to me last time is him?" Li Shaohong was surprised, and looked carefully, and said, "You are right. His facial features are not very similar. He is not as handsome as Mr. Zhao, but his overall outline is a bit similar. But if you want to talk about temperament... you can't see it now. However, if a person performs on stage, he can cover up his original temperament, at least it means that the role he created is successful."

Li Xiaowan was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Shao Hong, who has always been picky about actors, could give such a high evaluation. She hurriedly said, "Then why should we try it? I see that Zhou Chong is the only one. I will settle down and start shooting early."

Li Shaohong smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is just beginning. Let's see if there will be any surprises in his performance below."

...

Fanyi is beautiful, Sifeng is even more beautiful, but Wang Dalun always thinks that Zhou Chong is responsible for beauty in the whole drama. He is like a child in front of Sifeng, naughty and innocent, full of youthful aura. His love for Sifeng is pure, as beautiful as all first love, without any disgust.

He was cute in front of Fan Yi. Although he was as afraid of his father as his elder brother, he was still cute. At the same time, the cute boy also had a kind heart. His kindness was naturally revealed through his expression and language. For example, he would say to Sifeng in shame: "I really feel sorry for you today." And when he stretched out his hand sincerely to Lu Dahai but was rejected, he not only did not get angry, but also said: "I feel sorry for you in my heart."

He followed this line to interpret Zhou Chong, from naughty, innocent to cuteness everywhere, and then kindness, acting like a white lotus that was untainted from the mud in that cold and dirty family.

"Thunderstorm" is a tragedy, and silly Bai Tian is exactly his weakness. In the end, when everyone was confused, he was the first to run out to pursue the four phoenixes in the thunderstorm, but in the end he was electrocuted and busy.

In the fourth act, when Wang Dalun rushed out shouting "Sifeng", and then Sifeng and his screams came, the girl sitting next to Liu Ling actually cried: "I would have a boyfriend like Zhou Chong."

Liu Ling looked red and said contemptuously: "Look at your success, that's what others acted well. How could there be such a fool in this world?"

The girl retorted: "That's true love. But I also think that if I don't have a heart of true love in my heart, I can't play such a Zhou Chong."

The girl wiped her tears and said sneakily: "Hey, are you really boring to him?"

Liu Ling turned her head and glared at her, took a deep breath, stretched out her index finger and swayed left and right, and said, "I'll tell you again last, no!"

"It's a pity that they are going to graduate in a few days. Alas, Ling'er, why don't you introduce it to me?"

Liu Ling suddenly had a black line on her forehead...

In the row behind them, when the curtain of Act 4 was pulled up, Li Shaohong said to Li Xiaowan: "It's settled, it's him."
Chapter completed!