Otherwise, if Xu Rong had called him "Li Cha" a few years ago, he would have choked back.

Xu Rong ignored him, poured himself a cup, and said, "Don't bother with Li Cha."

Li Xuejian laughed at the joke between the two and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Today is neither the New Year's Day nor his or his wife's birthday. If Xu Rong is fine, even if he comes over, he will say hello in advance and ask if there is anyone at home.

Xu Rong didn't waste any time and said: "Teacher, I'm going to rehearse "Thunderstorm"."

Li Xuejian Smacks His Mouth, as a classic work that established Cao Yu's status as a master of drama, this play has been rehearsed by every troupe across the country since its inception, but in terms of rehearsing, not one of them has performed well.

Xu Rong continued: "Today Yang Lixin and Gong Lijun performed a performance, and the whole audience burst into laughter. At the back, it almost became one person waiting for another person."

Li Xuejian looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

The "Thunderstorm" rearranged by Renyi has been laughed at for more than a day or two, but it has never happened as serious as what Xu Rong said.

"Because their acting doesn't look like it?" Xu Rong said uncertainly.

Li Xuejian asked again: "Who said they are not alike? Who stipulated that they are not alike? If they are not alike, what should the real Zhou Puyuan and Fanyi, Zhou Ping, Zhou Chong, Lu Gui, Lu Shiping and Sifeng look like?"

Li Gen and Xu Rong looked at each other, and then rolled their eyes at Li Xuejian, "Aren't you talking nonsense!"

If I know what it should look like, can I still ask you?

Li Xuejian looked at the two people's eyes and said, "Actually, I don't recommend you to act. It doesn't make much sense."

"Why?"

"You can't act."

"I, can't act?" Xu Rong couldn't help but raise his voice. He felt that the teacher was too arbitrary.

Li Xuejian smiled and said: "Why, you are not convinced? Have you seen that era? Have you seen that class? Have you seen a family like that? Have you seen a group of people like that?"

Li Gen slapped his thigh and said, "There definitely isn't that."

Xu Rong glared at Li Gen who was laughing after he finished speaking: "Are you going to sing the oboe with me?!"

Li Xuejian looked at his son's gag with a smile and said: "That's why I said you can't act well. Don't say you can't act well. Even if I take part in this play, I'm also afraid."

"Didn't you accept a movie in the middle of the year? Listen to me. You should prepare the movie honestly. When you have time, spare two or three years to work on this movie. Otherwise, it will be ready when you go on stage.

It’s embarrassing.”

"I'll think about it again."

Xu Rong did not stay at the teacher's house longer. This was the first time. Li Xuejian persuaded him not to act in a play.

When Xu Rong went out, Li Gen looked at his father and said, "Dad, what you just said, will it hurt him?"

Li Xuejian put on his glasses again, closed the door with his eyes open to Li Gen, sneered, and said: "Blow? Haha, he is not as fragile as you think, especially in the acting industry."

"Then you really don't recommend him to act?"

"Of course, but since he came here to ask me, he has actually made up his mind to arrange it."

Li Gen looked at his father in confusion: "Then you still?"

"He always looked down on dramas in the past. He felt that it was not profitable and he was not willing to put much thought into it. If I didn't say harsh words, he might just get away with it. This industry is in deep water." Li Xuejian

He rolled some saliva with his fingers and opened the script, "In the first three sentences, if you can't make the audience feel that your performance is real, the audience will slap their ass and leave on the spot."

Xu Rong went out, looked at the busy traffic on the street, and fell into deep thought.

Before coming, he was actually not very determined, but now, he was determined. He wanted to arrange this "Thunderstorm".

If you can't arrange it this year, you can arrange it next year. If you can't arrange it next year, you can arrange it the year after that.

If you still can't make it in the year after next, then resign from Renyi.

If he can't arrange a play for three years, it means that he really has no connection with drama.

With this thought in mind, he reached out and stopped a taxi.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Xinhua Bookstore."

By the time it was lunch time, in the yard at home, grandpa was carefully feeding a few pigeons. At the same time, he said to Xiao Zhang, who was playing with a puppy that was slightly larger than a palm next to him: "After a while, you can put it on the pigeons."

Open the cages and build nests. If they are willing to come back, they can come. If they are not willing to come, let them go."

"bump."

"Master, thank you."

Outside the hospital, Xu Rong's voice came.

Classmate Xiao Zhang got up hurriedly, opened the door, looked at the two cardboard boxes placed by Xu Rong, and asked strangely: "Teacher Xu, what is in the box?"

Xu Rong smiled and said: "Good stuff."

As Xu Rong moved the box into the yard and opened it, Xiao Zhang could clearly see the contents of the cardboard box.

"Outline of National History"

"History of the Republic of China"

"The Complete Works of Cao Yu"

"Cao Yu's Autobiography"

"Camel Xiangzi"

"Home"

...

Xu Rong didn't know whether the teacher mentioned it intentionally or accidentally, but those questions did open up some ideas for him.

It’s just too time-consuming and labor-intensive.

He estimated that, considering the time and energy required to prepare, he could thoroughly understand all three TV drama scripts.

He had just thought about going to the hospital to find the materials and creation notes left by the old dean before his death, but in fact, from the various versions of "Thunderstorm", he had actually understood that those things were not comprehensive.

Otherwise, today's "Thunderstorm" wouldn't have turned out like that.

His plan was to first piece together the concepts and impressions of various classes and characters of that era through various historical and literary works, and then start with "Thunderstorm" and the notes and materials of the old dean.

The formation of a person's character must be inseparable from the environment in which he grew up. Although every literary and historical work cannot be summarized completely, as long as there are enough types and put together, he will definitely be able to get a glimpse of that era.

Then, start analyzing, building, and experiencing the characters.

If it doesn't work, resign directly.

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Chapter completed!