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"The big girl is beautiful, the big girl is wild, the big girl walks into the green gauze tent..."

In a small rehearsal hall in Military Art, a tall girl held her right hand empty and placed her mouth in a microphone shape, twisting her waist enchantingly while singing. Wang Dalun crossed his legs and sat on a long chair, shaking his head to the music.

The girl walked to him and sat down. She was a little out of tune as she sang. Wang Dalun raised his head and laughed loudly. The girl stopped singing, pushed him with her hand, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Wang Dalun chuckled and said in Fenyang dialect: "It's okay, it's okay, sing, sing!"

The girl pretended to be angry, turned around and said, "I won't sing."

"stop!"

Before he could finish his words, Lao Jia stopped.

Next to him were Wang Hongwei, Gu Zheng, Yu Liwei and others. It was different from when filming "Dudu". This time, the two main actors in Lao Jia were very strict in the play. He specially borrowed a small rehearsal hall from the Military Arts to let the male and female protagonists play against each other first.

The actor who plays Hu Meimei is called Zuo Wenlu. He is very beautiful, nearly 1.7 meters tall. Wang Dalun had heard Lao Jia talk about her before, a student of the Department of Literature and Arts of Beijing Normal University, from Northeast China, and is said to have an Australian boyfriend, but today is the first time we meet.

"Why is it so awkward to me?" Lao Jia walked over and said to Zuo Wenlu: "Xiao Zuo, don't speak Mandarin, just speak Northeastern dialect."

"Director, I think Hu Meimei, a Northeast girl, came to Fenyang to be a lady and spoke to a Fenyang person, and should speak Mandarin."

Lao Jia obviously didn't expect Zuo Wenlu to refute him, so he was stunned for a moment, but he still explained patiently: "This drama focuses on realism. Hu Meimei has a low level of education and cannot speak very standard Mandarin. You should bring some Northeast flavor when you speak to be real."

Zuo Wenlu didn't say anything and nodded reluctantly.

Today, she mainly has lyrics and has low requirements for acting skills. Wang Dalun has already obtained the script and has prepared in advance, so he can handle it easily. Zuo Wenlu is almost stopped and has been called to stop a few times, but after all, she is studying acting, and she is the kind of person who usually runs outside. After a few times, she finds the right thing, which shows a bit of dusty smell on Hu Meimei.

"Old Jia, why do I feel that Zuo Wenlu seems a little unhappy?"

Although the first rehearsal went smoothly, Wang Dalun always felt that the heroine showed a little resistance when she was playing against each other. After the rehearsal, he specifically mentioned this to Lao Jia.

"Isn't it just a mess with "Night Gentle Night"?" Lao Jia sighed and scratched his head, "I originally asked her to play the leading female role in "Night Gentle Night". Now it has been changed to "Xiao Wu", and there are many fewer scenes, so I will definitely be emotional. But it's okay, I will talk to her."

Wang Dalun nodded. Since Lao Jia knew it, there should be no problem. Then he said, "I think Xiao Wu should wear a pair of glasses."

"What do you mean?" Lao Jia was a little confused.

Wang Dalun said: "Xiao Wu is a thief. When walking on the street, his eyes will inevitably look for prey. If you wear a pair of glasses, you can enhance the visual effect of eye changes, and the image of the thief will be more intuitive and three-dimensional."

These days he has been thinking about the role of Xiao Wu. When he thinks of Uncle Daoming's white mask in "Black Hole", he thinks that Xiao Wu should also have a characteristic. Xiao Wu is a thief. As the saying goes: Adding a technical design with glasses may be able to express the identity of the character in particular accurately.

However, he didn't know that the original "Xiao Wu" was played by Wang Hongwei. Wang Hongwei was just a person wearing glasses. In the end, no one expected that the pair of black-framed glasses became the only highlight of Xiao Wu, who was not outstanding.

Sure enough, Lao Jia slapped his thighs excitedly and said, "That's right! Your idea is so good. Xiao Wu should wear glasses, and wear that kind of pair... Well, it's the kind of outdated, big framed, black-framed glasses."

Nowadays, the popular ones on the street are gold-wire-edged, frameless or half-framed glasses. The outdated black-framed glasses, Wang Dalun ran several streets before he got the black-framed flat-light glasses he wanted in an old shop that looked a little old.

After returning home, Wang Dalun put on his glasses and imitated the way a thief's eyes were spinning around when he was looking for prey. Sure enough, the glasses magnified the visual effect on his eyes, and the image of a thief suddenly became much more intuitive and three-dimensional.

The migrant worker team is always full of all kinds, including thieves from the past, part-time thieves or thieves who avoid the limelight. Wang Dalun met several in his previous life. He tried hard to recall their eyes, walking postures, speaking tone, and everything about them.

In order to get closer to the characters in the play, he put on his glasses and did not take them off again. He got up in the morning and didn't take care of his hair carefully. He just whispered it with his hands a few times.

So much so that Teacher Zhang Lu, who came to class, was surprised to see his image. During class, he probably couldn't help it. Zhang Lu asked, "You used to wear contact lenses?"

Wang Dalun smiled and said, "My eyes are not myopic. The characters in my next drama need to wear glasses, so I'll look for the feeling of wearing glasses first."

Zhang Lu said oh, and then looked at his chicken coop-like hair awkwardly. Wang Dalun used to be clean, his hair was combed neatly, and his sudden undressing made her very uncomfortable.

"This is also the character's need." Wang Dalun touched his hair and explained again.

Zhang Lu curled her lips secretly and continued to class.

After the New Year, Wang Dalun made great progress. This is also due to the two original classics lent to him by Zhang Lu. When Wang Dalun was at home, he turned a few pages. At the beginning, he couldn't understand many words he didn't know, and he could only rely on turning into English-Chinese dictionary. He gradually began to understand them bit by bit, and at the same time he also increased his vocabulary. Now he has no problem reading and writing simple, which is almost equivalent to his Chinese level in elementary school. Of course, it is unlikely to let him write an 800-word English composition now. Now he is in his oral language. After all, there is no English environment around him, and it is very limited to his once-week class time.

"Teacher Zhang Lu, I will go to another place to film next week. It will probably take more than a month, and I will go to France in May. I can't go to class during this period, so I'll ask you for leave."

After class, Wang Dalun greeted Zhang Lu in advance and paid the tuition for this period. In fact, it was a lot. After the Chinese New Year, he only attended four classes, fifty yuan per session, totaling two hundred.

Zhang Lu took the money, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Then will you continue to go after you come back?"

"Of course I'm here." Wang Dalun smiled, "Or why would you ask for leave?"

Then he invited, "Teacher Zhang Lu, you have taught me English for so long, and I haven't invited you to have a meal yet. Is this good? Call Liu Ling, let's have a meal together today."

Although he paid for class, Wang Dalun was still very grateful to Zhang Lu and always wanted to express his gratitude. However, through the past few months of contact, he also understood that Zhang Lu was an introvert, old-fashioned and not easy to approach, so he specially brought Liu Ling out.

"Thank you, go with Liu Ling, I have something to do tonight."

This is obviously perfunctory.

Despite his mental preparation, Wang Dalun was still quite disappointed. He forced a smile and sent Zhang Lu out.

If Zhang Lu doesn't go, there is no need for him to invite Liu Ling to dinner. When he heated up the leftovers from noon and prepared for dinner, Liu Ling came to the door to have a free meal again.

"You're going to eat this today?" Liu Ling said with disgust as she looked at the half plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table.

"Don't you always go home for dinner on weekends?" Wang Dalun was also quite surprised.

"Don't mention it. My parents went to my aunt's house today, and they didn't say hello to me, so they made me run for nothing." Liu Ling poured a glass of water on her own. Seeing Wang Dalun still sitting there, she said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you still standing there? Get some food for me quickly, I'm hungry."

Okay, the eldest lady said, and Wang Dalun could only stand up and work. Fortunately, there was still some leftover rice. He beat two eggs, cut some green onions, and stir-fried eggs and fried rice.

"Hey, don't forget to make another seaweed shrimp soup, and eat fried rice with eggs and you're so choking!"

"knew."

After Wang Dalun brought out the fried rice and seaweed shrimp soup, Liu Ling was picking up tomatoes on the plate, and there were only eggs left on the plate.

"You leave some for me, I still have to eat." Wang Dalunte was so angry.

"Hehe, I'm hungry. Why don't you come to me to have some soup?" Liu Ling pushed the soup bowl into the middle of the table and said embarrassedly.

"Forget it, you'd better drink it."

Wang Dalun simply poured the eggs and tomato juice on the plate into a bowl and mixed them and ate them randomly. He ate very quickly, and Liu Ling had just eaten half of them after eating.

"Why do you eat so quickly?" Liu Ling complained, still eating fried rice with eggs and soup with a bite of it.

Wang Dalun looked at her heartless look and suddenly wondered how she and Zhang Lu, two people with very different personalities, could become friends? He didn't ask about other people's privacy, but today, he felt uncomfortable and couldn't help asking: "Does Zhang Lu have other friends besides you?"

"In the past, now I'm probably the only one left. Hey, why do you think of asking this today? Do you want to make an idea for someone?" Liu Ling looked up at him and said with a suspicion.

"Hmph, how is that possible? I just can't figure out how you two became friends, the difference is so big!"

Then, Wang Dalun told the story of treating Zhang Lu to dinner before, and finally smiled bitterly: "She is clearly keeping people from thousands of miles away."

"She wasn't like this before." Liu Ling rarely showed serious appearance and said, "We were good friends when we were in middle school. At that time, she was cheerful, lively, and even more wild than me... Until her parents had a car accident, her father was hit and died on the spot. Her mother still breathed a sigh of relief and was unconscious in the hospital for half a year, but in the end she was still not rescued."

"So she is also an orphan."

Wang Dalun's heart was as if it was stabbed by a needle, causing a faint pain.

"That's not it." Liu Ling didn't hear Wang Dalun's grammatical disease and said sadly: "From then on, she has become like this, and her former friends have gradually become alienated, and in the end I am the only one left."

The orphan not only has to bear mental pain, but also faces pressure in life. But her parents died in a car accident. Wang Dalun said puzzledly: "Then will her parents not compensate?"

"What!" Liu Ling said indignantly, "The driver who caused the accident was a farmer in Hebei. The family was barely in the house and borrowed money from buying a car. The court ruled that the judgment was made, but he couldn't get the money at all. In order to give her mother's medical expenses, she sold all the houses at home and now she can only rent a house."

"She is a very strong person. She doesn't want other people's charity, so she just stays alone, and is also a tutor for others everywhere, earning tuition and living expenses..."

No wonder Zhang Lu is so rustic, no wonder she lives in a bungalow. Wang Dalun couldn't help but see the thin figure in his mind. He suddenly felt that he should actually be close to her, which was a feeling of being in the same fate.

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