Teacher Zhang Lu was unwilling to take advantage of her, so she insisted that she could not charge without class. Wang Dalun thought that she would be fine tomorrow, but Teacher Zhang Lu had to tutor the English for two middle school students in the morning and afternoon. In the end, she had to choose to make an appointment to attend class at 6:30 tonight.

It was already evening when Wang Dalun returned home from the set. He took a shower and heated up yesterday's leftovers. After eating them randomly, he sat there in a daze. He even forgot to turn on the light when it was dark.

He was still thinking about what filming today. He always thought that what role you want to play, first you should deeply understand the inner feelings of the character. For example, you want to cry, crying in love, crying in the wallet, crying in the wind, crying in the nostalgia, crying in the same way. What kind of crying you play, you should deeply understand the experience and scene of the protagonist, keep the inner emotions consistent with the character, and use inner emotions to drive external expressions. In a word, you should first experience the inner and then express it.

Of course, he has also learned the method school, but it doesn't matter whether you have any inner experience. Just cry in front of the mirror, practice, put a hundred expressions, and make the external expression full of heart-wrenching or dull, you will cry as much as the character should cry. As for whether you really have heart-wrenching inner heart and dead well, it doesn't matter. One word is to practice.

However, during class, the teacher once said that at the beginning, they must have taken the experiential approach, but with more acting and more experienced, they may not have to mobilize their inner experience to act every time. On the contrary, some technical designs that are not really emotionally driven can achieve good performance results.

Wang Dalun remembered the TV series "Black Hole" I watched in his previous life and found that Uncle Daoming often wears a white mask. Now he thinks that this should be a relatively successful technical design. Uncle Daoming doesn't necessarily have to really experience how much inner pain a person has, what kind of personality is obsessed with, and often wears a white mask. Maybe he thinks that this character needs a white mask, and wearing a mask can express the character's personality in particular accurately.

Of course, Nie Mingyu, created by Uncle Daoming, was quite successful. Wang Dalun thought that if the surrendered officer he played today also made some technical settings, would he be able to play this role well? To show his humility, what kind of technical settings should he do or could he do? He was deeply thinking...

It was not until the knocks sounded outside the door that he came back from his thoughts and got up to open the door.

The dark room and Wang Dalun who was hiding in the dark scared Zhang Lu, who was standing at the door, was so scared that she didn't dare to go in. She was a girl, and Wang Dalun was an actor. She heard that the circle of actors had always been very chaotic, and she often couldn't figure it out between men and women. Of course, her friend Liu Ling was an exception. But what about Wang Dalun? She didn't know.

Zhang Lu also heard that the actors were doing something wrong because they were under great pressure to act. It seemed that Wang Dalun was also acting on the set today. Will he be under great pressure today? He couldn't get vented for a while, and then he wanted to seek other ways...

She didn't dare to continue to imagine, and even regretted that she had agreed to come to class in the evening.

Wang Dalun saw Zhang Lu standing outside and hesitant and refused to come in, so he realized that he had never had any inappropriate thoughts about this English teacher who was not very good-looking and dressed very rustic, but he was a lonely man and a widow after all.

He quickly turned on the light and said to Zhang Lu apologetically: "Teacher Zhang Lu, I'm sorry! Please come in."

During class, Zhang Lu found that Wang Dalun was always distracted today. He was not like this before. Wang Dalun should be regarded as the most serious student he taught to learn English.

If you are distracted, your learning effect will be very poor. Zhang Lu simply put down the book and asked Wang Dalun directly: "Are you tired of filming today?"

"Uh..." Wang Dalun came to his senses and looked at Teacher Zhang Lu with a serious face. Although he called her "Teacher", she was actually one year younger than him and was still a college student.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Zhang Lu. I'm not very tired, but today's drama is not good, and my mind is a little confused."

Only then did Zhang Lu realize that although she had been Wang Dalun's English teacher for a month, she actually had no idea about the person in front of her. Although they had a common friend, Zhang Lu had never asked about him.

Zhang Lu didn't care whether Wang Dalun's filming was good or not. She came to class every week for half a day, and they almost didn't talk about topics that had nothing to do with learning.

In fact, she had no good feelings for actors, to be precise, as male actors. She once had a classmate who fell in love with a rich and famous male actor, but the final result was that she was played with and abandoned. Therefore, she also lacked good feelings for Wang Dalun. If it weren't for Liu Ling's introduction, or for making money, she wouldn't be willing to teach a male actor.

However, after several contacts, Zhang Lu was able to observe that Wang Dalun was actually different from the male actors she knew. For example, he studied very seriously and liked to read books. His home was always clean. If he had to say something bad, it seemed like he smoked, because every time he entered the door, he would always smell a faint smell of tobacco. However, she had never seen Wang Dalun smoke in front of him. Well, this was a kind of respect.

Zhang Lu thought about it, then closed the book and said to Wang Dalun: "Then we won't go to class today, just chat."

Hey!

Wang Dalun was surprised to look at the English teacher with black-framed glasses and a hairstyle that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Is there nothing to talk about?" Zhang Lu asked looking at him.

"No, I just feel a little surprised." Wang Dalun shook his head quickly, and then said carefully: "I remember when you were in class, you said nothing except the content in the book. To be honest, don't be angry. Teacher Zhang Lu, I always thought you were a very introverted person, very cautious, and don't like to make friends with me, or even don't want to pay attention to me."

Zhang Lu couldn't help frowning when she heard Wang Dalun's comment and said, "Thank you for your frankness. But I want to make a point here. It's not that I don't like making friends, but that I never make friends with my students."

"Oh, I understand." Wang Dalun nodded seriously.

Zhang Lu did not deny that she was angry when she said this, but when she saw Wang Dalun's serious look, she was very angry, and she decided to take revenge.

"I think we can chat in English, so that we can also exercise your speaking skills."

"No problem." Wang Dalun agreed readily.

Zhang Lu smiled secretly and said in English: "I have no favoritism for you male actors at all. You are all hypocritical and used to being in front of others and behind others. They always rely on their wealth and fame, and they can play with girls at will."

Although Zhang Lu spoke very quickly, Wang Dalun still understood. He was surprised. Has she encountered such a thing? She was so excited that she knocked over a boat of people with one blow. But with her rustic outfit and ordinary FACE, how could she attract those rich and famous actors to play with her?

Wang Dalun was very confused, but he raised his hand immediately and explained in stammering English: "First of all, I declare that I have never played with girls. I have no fame, nor money. I just graduated from the film school. If you don't believe it, you can ask Liu Ling for verification."

Zhang Lu originally thought that Wang Dalun couldn't understand, or could not quite understand, but she didn't expect that he could understand. However, seeing Wang Dalun hurriedly defending herself, Zhang Lu felt relieved, and at the same time was very funny. She didn't hold it and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.?

?A silver bell-like laughter sounded in the narrow room. The corners of the mouth that was usually drooping up high. The eyes that were blocked by the lenses were curved like crescent moons outside the window.

Wang Dalun was a little dazzled. This was the first time he discovered that this unpretentious girl also had a good-looking side. Perhaps his guess just now might also be valid.

"Is there anything on my face?" Zhang Lu found that Wang Dalun was tranced and asked in confusion, and subconsciously touched his face.

"Uh, I found that you are actually pretty. I mean you are really beautiful when you smile. I think you should smile more often."

When Zhang Lu heard Wang Dalun say this, he felt a little unnatural, but immediately raised his face and said, "Stay going to class now."

"Hey, didn't you say you couldn't go to class just now, let's chat?" The style seemed to have changed a little too quickly, and Wang Dalun was a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Lu said with a serious look: "That's because you were always distracted and in a low mood before. Such learning is unproductive, but now you are better, and your condition is completely ready to go to class."

As she said that, she opened the book and looked like she was preparing to attend class.

Well, this is a serious and responsible teacher, and Wang Dalun can only open the book and learn it seriously.

Before, because Wang Dalun was distracted, Zhang Lu started teaching from the beginning. This time, Wang Dalun listened very seriously and asked questions from time to time. Zhang Lu was a person who divided his work and chatting very well, and he patiently answered Wang Dalun's questions.

Finally, today's class was over, and Zhang Lu took out two famous English books from her schoolbag, "You want to improve your reading ability."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang Lu."

Wang Dalun took it and took a look. One was "Orphan in the Mist City" and the other was "The Legend of the Two Cities". He had heard of these two books, and the original version was quite fresh.

"Oh, it's already half past ten."

Suddenly, when Wang Dalun took out the BP machine that was blocked on his waist, he saw that it was really half past ten.

"What's wrong?"

"The subway is gone." Zhang Lu frowned, looking very distressed.

"Where do you live in?"

Zhang Lu hesitated for a moment and replied softly: "Nancheng, Liulijing."

Good guy, Xiaoguan is on the North Third Ring Road, and the Liuli Well in the South City is on the edge of the South Third Ring Road, almost passing through the entire capital. In the middle of the night, the other party was a weak little woman. Wang Dalun couldn't bear it and said, "Okay, I'd better send you back."

"No need, the subway is gone, and there is also a bus." Zhang Lu said this, and even she felt she had no confidence.

Fortunately, Wang Dalun continued: "There are several buses from here to Nancheng. The last bus is at 11 o'clock at the latest. How can there be any buses? Okay, I'll take you back."

Wang Dalun put on a thick down shirt, took a pair of gloves from the inner room, and took Zhang Lu out.

Wang Dalun went to the carport downstairs to launch a 26-inch bicycle for Feige. He bought it for fifty yuan after moving here at a nearby scrap purchase station, which was used for Pingshi Step.

He hadn't rode for several days and was a little bit shabby. He took out a ball of silk from under the cushion to wipe the cushion and the shelves behind. He pressed the tire again, and the rear tire was a little insufficient. Fortunately, the convenience store next to the carport was still open.

"Brother Zhang, borrow a pistol to entrust the air pump."

"Just right by the door, take it yourself. Oh, I'm going to send my girlfriend back!" Brother Zhang saw Zhang Lu following behind. He knew this girl, so he stayed in his shop for a long time this afternoon.

"It's so late, why are you going back? Just stay there."

Hi, this old and unreasonable person made Zhang Lu blush and said.

"Brother Zhang, don't talk nonsense. This is my English teacher who comes to teach me English classes." Wang Dalun quickly explained.

"Oh, I'm really sorry! Hehe, just kidding, girl, don't take it to your heart. Hey, I said Dalun, I didn't expect you to be still learning English, you are quite motivated! Not like my son, you know how to play all day long, I'm so worried..."

This old boy always takes advantage of others. Wang Dalun is too lazy to pay attention to him and cheers up his bicycle in his nagging.

"Why are you still standing there? Come up."

Wang Dalun got into the car and turned around and saw Zhang Lu standing still slowly, saying hello.

"Oh." Zhang Lu responded, ran over, and carefully sat on the shelf behind. She had just hesitated for a while and didn't know where to help her, but she heard Wang Dalun reminding in front: "Sit down!"

The bicycle suddenly jumped forward, and Zhang Lu shook a little, and hugged the waist of the car man in front of him.

Despite two down sweaters, Wang Dalun still felt a soft thing pressing against his back. It was not obvious that the material was quite good! His movements were quite unrestrained!

The bicycle finally stabilized. Zhang Lu breathed a sigh of relief and found that she was actually hugging Wang Dalun's waist tightly. She immediately turned red. She quickly let go of her hand and carefully held the connecting rod between the shelf and the seat cushion.

However, she thought that it must have been Wang Dalun who deliberately wanted to take advantage of her, but she did not dare to curse, so she could only scold him hard in her heart.

It is said that the north wind is blowing in winter, but I don’t know what’s wrong today. It’s evil, and the south wind is blowing. It’s not small. Wang Dalun rode his bicycle and took him on the empty streets and rode his desperately. It took him about thirteen kilometers from Xiaoguan to Liulijing. It took him an hour and a half, and his underwear inside was soaked.

"I have arrived."

When he arrived at the entrance of a dark alley, Zhang Lu jumped out of the car.

"Your home lives here?"

This is a bungalow area, and there is no street light or anything else. Wang Dalun gasped and said, "Okay, good people do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west, I'd better take you to the door of my house. This black painted horse is not safe."

Zhang Lu wanted to refuse, but the place she lived in the innermost part of the alley. She was indeed a little scared and opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't say the words of rejection.

Wang Dalun kept sending her to the gate of a small courtyard and watched her enter, then jumped into the car and went back. When he got home, he parked the car, took out the pager and looked at the time. It was already past one o'clock in the morning.
Chapter completed!