"Since it has become a classic, there is no need to improve and improve. Since it does not improve or improve, is there still room for improvement?" Zhu Xu's speech was not fast, as if he was afraid that he would not remember it. "So, no matter when, don't regard the plays you act as classics, nor do you believe others praise your plays as classics, whether it is dramas or film and television dramas."

Xu Rong nodded and said, "I understand. The second before I kicked my legs, I could tell myself that my play was very classic?"

Zhu Xu turned his head in surprise, stared at him in a daze, and said, "Has Xue Jian sucked you?"

"Hi." Xu Rong laughed awkwardly, "I just said casually, said casually."

When he arrived at the rehearsal hall, Zhu Xu opened the door. The most eye-catching thing was not the sparse, standing or sitting inside, and dozens of people ate buns and fried dough sticks with soy milk, but the four big words "The play is bigger than the sky" on the wall.

Zhu Xu pointed to the words on the wall and asked, "Here, what do you think of these four words?"

Xu Rong really wanted to say "see with his eyes", but he knew that if he said that, Zhu Xu would not be able to chase him out of half of the courtyard to scold him.

Xu Rong thought for a while and said, "Treat it with the most rigorous attitude."

Zhu Xu shook his head first, then nodded, and said, "The reason why these four words are written inside the door but not outside the door means to tell everyone that the artist is not that the play is really bigger than the sky, but that when you enter this place and this rehearsal hall, you are an actor and one of the creators, you have to regard the play as something bigger than the sky."

Xu Rong lightly lit his head a few times, pointed at the people who were still having breakfast in the rehearsal hall, and asked in a low voice: "Master, are these all from our theater?"
Chapter completed!