He said, stretching out his palm and shouting, "Come on."

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one: “Come on!”

The staff in the backstage couldn't help but pay surprise attention when they heard the passionate roar here.

Although Group B's past nine performances were full of eight, no one thought Group B could pass the assessment of the 300,000 jury.

Although Group A has been joked about for many years, the number of scenes performed by others is several times that of Group B!

After shouting the slogans, Xu Rong found a corner, closed her eyes, and went as deep as possible into the state of "Zhou Ping".

He had the feeling of going back to the evening six years ago, standing in the middle of the two rows of high and low beds, waiting for the moment when Guan Hu decided his destiny.

Yesterday, he did not watch the performance of Group A, but sat in front of the computer to watch it. The overall performance of the actors was worse than usual, especially when the young actors first appeared on the stage, the obvious tension simply overflowed the screen.

Today, Pu Cunxi, his and Zhang Wankun’s tasks are even more arduous than before. Under tremendous pressure, they have to be responsible for stabilizing the emotions of other actors.

Immediately, he immediately realized that his condition was not right.

The pressure brought by the real environment and the depression caused by the prescribed situation are two different emotional experiences.

Emotional substitution will inevitably lead to deviations.

He let out a sigh of relief, throwing away his thoughts that had nothing to do with it as much as possible, and recalling little by little bit of the three notes he had compiled in the past three months.

In his mind, Wu Sunfu in "Midnight", Pan Yueting in "Sunrise", Old Master Gao in "Home", Feng Leshan...

He remembered the interesting story of director Xia Chun secretly climbing onto the grape trellis to pick grapes when he was young, but was knocked out by his grandfather. He was so scared that he fell down and sprained his ankle, but he did not dare to say anything.

He remembered the third concubine and aunt of a certain senior uncle who had been "crazy" one after another. In fact, they were not crazy, but one of them had a lover and the other and the other before marrying the senior uncle.

The senior grandfather's subordinates elope.

Therefore, they were all "crazy" and had to be locked into the house and never see the light of day.

Gradually, he remembered interesting things from earlier times. It was about twenty years ago when he lived in Wuxi and lived with his grandmother. Later, as he grew older, he was taken to Zhou Gongguan.

He became the eldest son of Zhou Gongguan and witnessed with his own eyes how his father committed all kinds of tyranny to Fanyi...

As the curtain slowly opened, three cameras began to broadcast live on the entire network in the channel in the middle of the audience.

"Sifeng."

"Sifeng."

Xu Rong stood in the sideways, closed her eyes, and listened to the conversation between Lu Gui and Sifeng on the stage.

"Young Master, come on stage."

"good."

Xu Rong opened his eyes and did not deliberately think about how to deal with it or express it. He pushed open the door and walked in.

Several old men sitting side by side in the audience looked at Xu Rong who was on the stage and were stunned at the same time. He pushed the door and walked in without any yawning endings, without any other movements, just like that, his face was calm and his movements were gentle.

Walked in.

But everything is so natural.

Zheng Rong, Zhu Xu and Lan Tianye looked at each other at the same time and smiled proudly.

Xu Rong was recruited by him!

And now, standing on the stage is a living Zhou Ping.

Yang Lixin also sat in the corner of the audience, but at this moment, his expression was slightly unnatural. Zhou Ping from this group and Zhou Ping from his group said the same lines, but he was not acting the same person at all.

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When it came to the scene of "drinking medicine", Yang Lixin couldn't help but be surprised. Today's Pu Cunxi's condition has reached its peak since his career. If he was to perform alone, he would catch up with Mr. Zheng, who had been in his 1979 years.

He has also watched the performances of Group B. In the past nine shows, Pu Cunxi's condition has been ups and downs, but he has never reached the pinnacle today.

What can be seen from the naked eye, under the madness of Pu Cunxi and Xu Rong, the entire crew actually survived.

It's simply incredible.

They are no longer acting in a straightforward manner, they are living a real life on the stage.

Yang Lixin sighed silently. There are always some people who work silently in places where others cannot see them. Pu Cunxi and Xu Rong's performance is by no means an inspiration, because they have no solid foundation and understanding of the characters.

Just a flash of inspiration can only take one step at best, and the second step will inevitably be revealed.

While regretting, he sincerely felt for the two and the hospital. He lost the face of the People's Art Theater, but fortunately, Pu Cunxi and Xu Rong once again carried the precarious banner of the People's Art Theater today.

Get up!

"Ping'er!"

As the curtain fell, the audience seats in the theater suddenly fell into a strange silence, which also led to the confidence that they had come to the stage again to prepare for the curtain call and suddenly became uneasy.

As the curtain opened a crack, applause suddenly rang out, surrounding the entire central hall.

The ones standing in front are half a row of old people, with gray hair, hunched figure or even needing support from others.

Until Pu Cunxi brought the crew's actors to bow four times, the applause was still unsuccessful.

But Xu Rong, who was standing on the stage, knew that the real judgment had just begun.

Because today, no matter online or offline audiences, most of them are "young" audiences. These audiences may be his fans or Pu Cunxi's fans, but no matter who their fans are, with their age, the era when "Thunderstorm" happened

, It is too far away from them, and the relevant literary works they have come into contact with are only the needs of exam-oriented education.

The "reality" of that era they believed was the young master and the lovers between the young lady finally got married in virtual film and television works.

Li Youbin stood up, slapped his hands blankly, frowned slightly and stared at the slender figure slowly walking towards the backstage. He had hardly seen Xu Rong's play. After watching the first performance in Yuechu, he felt that,

I should reduce my salary and invite Xu Rong to act together, even if I am a supporting role, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, as long as the play is not too different, it doesn’t make much sense to position it at him.

Just want the Magnolia judges to take a look. I can really hold the Magnolia Video Hammer!

But after watching this scene, he felt a little relieved. If Xu Rong really broke out in this performance, people across the country would probably think that the reason why they could not get the magnolia was that their professional abilities were not as good as Xu Rong!

He felt a little uncomfortable because Xu Rong's Magnolia Award was still in his house!

He glanced at Li Xuejian beside him and Li Youbin said meaningfully: "Teacher Li, I see Xiao Xu is good at professionalism. If you have time, don't you give me some details?"

Li Xuejian glanced at Li Youbin, laughed, but said nothing.

Looking at Li Xuejian's equally meaningful smile, Li Youbin smiled and understood, everything was indifferent.

If you don’t beat me, you can only wait for a beating!

After entering the backstage, everyone in the crew did not take off their makeup, but came to the conference room, waiting for the data to come out.

Statistical results will be delivered in one hour.

Waiting is the longest.

No one spoke or even spoke, and the meeting room was quiet and could clearly hear the footsteps of people passing by outside the door.

"Tu tuk tuk."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the door of the conference room. After a "click", Zhang Heping pushed open the door and stood at the door.

Seeing everyone in the crew looking like they were facing a great enemy, Zhang Heping pressed his palm down and gently, and a smile appeared on his fat face: "Everyone, relax, no matter what the result is, you are all us.

Good actors of the arts, and this live performance reflects the self-innovation spirit of our People's Art Theater, rather than judging success or failure based on the results, it is certainly worth having fun, but if the audience asks us to continue polishing, it is also right

Our encouragement and expectations.”

After he finished speaking, he did not come in, but gave in half his seat and said, "I have prepared a little snack for everyone, eat some first to replenish my energy."

When Zhang Heping walked out gently and closed the door, Pu Cunxi suddenly coughed twice. Seeing everyone looking at him, he slowly said: "Here, I want to apologize to you, in order to make everyone perform well,

It formed a depressing atmosphere in Zhou Gongguan. During the rehearsal and performance, I got angry many times and said a lot of hurtful words. I hope everyone can understand."

"In addition, under my persecution, Zhang Wankun and Xu Rong also did some things that went against their own will. They were all out of my instruction and had nothing to do with them. The purpose was to help others find it.

I hope everyone can understand the right situation.”

Yu Mingjia looked at him in confusion, but at one moment, she slowly turned her gaze in surprise, looked at Xu Rong, who was sitting diagonally opposite, staring at the apologetic smile on his face, as if she suddenly understood something.

After looking at him for a few seconds, she suddenly hoped that everything Pu Cunxi said was true.

After a while, the door of the conference room was pushed open again. Zhang Heping walked in, clapped his hands, and said, "Everyone, the result is coming out."

"Crash."

The sound of chairs rubbing against the ground is endless.

Pu Cunxi walked to Zhang Heping with a quick step, grabbed his sleeve, and asked anxiously: "Dean, how about it?"

"Seventy-seven, haha, you can continue acting."

"call."

There was no expected exclamation, but a sensational sound, especially Pu Cunxi, who just smiled, gently lit his chin twice, and sat back on the chair silently, as if his body was suddenly drained.

Have strength.

After Group A's "Thunderstorm" announced the suspension, he spent the heaviest day on his shoulders since he was admitted to the hospital.
Chapter completed!