After chatting with the two old men for a while, walking for a while, and when they slowly returned to the room, Xu Rong sat on the stool again.

Looking at the dark night in silence.

During the chat, most of the time, two old men were talking and he was responsible for listening.

Their topics were very wide. The previous sentence was sixty or seventy years ago, and the next sentence was just a few days ago. The previous sentence talked about the blossoming of the pomegranate tree, and the fruits were born. The next sentence followed this medium and talked about the sheep.

Mr. Qi, who had raised a pomegranate tree in the circle, naturally had to mention Mr. Lao She. When it comes to Mr. Lao She, he would inevitably talk about Toby Robertson and Arthur Miller.

Xu Rong felt a mess in his mind at this time, because he received too much information in one day, so it was a bit difficult to sort out the clues in a short period of time.

Mr. Lan Tianye said that the experience should start with professional actors, and also said that it should improve cultural cultivation and collect it. The notes also mentioned the "major momentum" without beginning or end.

Master Zhu Xu said that it should be "reasonable" and not "wrong". From some old things in the early years, the relationship between the three elements of action (what to do, why to do, how to do it) is not the vast majority of the time.

The simple logical connection that the actor considers.

Some of these things are practiced and have a deeper understanding of them, while others are relying on their own talents. As for why, he has never paid attention to his relatively "expensive" performance experience, and he still has the same effect.

He failed to focus on these details.

But time was too hasty, and he had neither time to dig into the bottom line nor the opportunity to find the roots.

Because of the two old men's "I'm tired, it's time to rest." He really had no choice but to do anything about it.

"Xiao Xu, you are here, why haven't you returned to the house to rest?"

Xu Rongzheng kept stroking his thoughts a little bit, suddenly heard Sun Dan's voice, turned his head, and smiled, "Sister Sun, you haven't had a rest, why can't you sleep well in another place?"

Sun Dan is not tall, and his face and body are slightly fat. He is now the director of the Art Department of the Institute. Although he is in his early fifties, he still looks like he is thirty-seven or eight years old and doesn't smile.

At that time, there were almost no wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and cheeks. In "Home", she played Gao Keding's wife, who was also his fifth aunt.

Sun Dan was an actor, but since he was engaged in administrative work, he has rarely appeared on stage in recent years. However, now it is the time for employment in the hospital. Even Hu Jun, who has been floating outside all day, was called out by Zhang Heping.

After returning to participate in the 60th anniversary celebration performance, she naturally couldn't escape the arrest of the strong man.

Sun Dan sat next to him and sighed, "If you have something to do in your heart, how can you sleep?"

The smile on Xu Rong's face froze slightly, and then asked with concern: "What's wrong with Sister Sun?"

"My father-in-law is hospitalized, alas." Sun Dan got closer, "I went to buy vegetables today. I accidentally fell down the stairs. I don't know what the situation is."

Xu Rong had already understood Sun Dan's purpose, and he didn't want to make things difficult for him, and asked, "Then, is there anyone at home taking care of him?"

"My husband is taking care of me in the hospital, but my mother-in-law's legs are inconvenient." Sun Dan sighed again, "This happened at home. How could I sleep?"

Xu Rong knew that with Sun Dan's situation, he could not stop acting. Even if he could barely leave someone here, he would probably not be able to put his heart on the show. So he immediately stood up and said, "Sister Sun, why are you hesitating about it."

,Go away, pack up your things and I'll take you back."

Seeing Xu Rong almost hesitated, Sun Dan hurriedly stood up and said, "Xiao Xu, don't bother you. I'll tell you that there is no other meaning, I just want to go back and have a look every day."

Xu Rong grabbed her arm, more anxious than her, and said, "My sister Sun, you didn't say that you are so busy. Work is important, but family is the back of our work. Hurry up

Go back to the house and pack up your things, and I'll drive you home now."

Sun Dan packed up faster than he thought. As soon as he parked the car at the door, Sun Dan went out with his bag and luggage.

Xu Rong didn't think anything was wrong. If the matter was on his head, he would run home without saying a word, and wouldn't even hesitate and think for a long time.

After getting in the car, Sun Dan sat in the passenger seat and said apologetically: "Xiao Xu, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect such an accident to happen."

"Sister Sun, where are you? If you really want to say it, I'm sorry to you." Xu Rong said with a smile, "It's you, I'm going to blame you. If it were me, I would have driven back a car long time ago."

It's home."

"Ha ha."

Sun Dan smiled and said, "But don't worry, I've already told Li Zhen just now that she will come to pick up my role tomorrow morning."

"Please trouble Sister Sun." Xu Rong understood the meaning behind Sun Dan's words, "I will explain the situation to the two old men and the dean tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Xiao Xu."

He sent Sun Dan home. After returning, Xu Rong passed by the window of the main hall where the lights were turned off. His eyes swept across the windowsill and suddenly stopped.

He suddenly thought of a question, did the old man guessed that he had peeked at the notes?

Maybe I guessed it, maybe I didn't.

But this is exactly what he is puzzled.

When he first came to the house, Mr. Zheng gave him all the notes for many years. Later, when the "Thunderstorm" was officially scheduled, the old man was teaching him step by step, fearing that he would take a wrong step.

In the memory of Pu Cunxi's generation, Mr. Zheng has always been serious and serious, and he is also a very old man. Even for his generation, he is a very majestic big brother.

However, Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu have the same tempers as each other. Their personalities and interactions are much gentler in comparison.

But in terms of their attitude towards him, their attitude was simply gone.

It doesn't make sense to say that Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu, two old men, cherish their own treasures, because the two old men always mention him intentionally or unintentionally.

what is going on?

He had some speculation in his heart that Mr. Zheng was old after all, and his body was not as strong as before.

Although Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu are both old, they are busy with work all day long. In terms of diligence, they do not look like they have retired for the past twenty years.

Maybe they are not in a hurry.

The specific situation is probably equivalent to Pu Cunxi and his completely stubborn attitude towards young actors. Pu Cunxi is not far from retirement, so he attaches great importance to the training of successors, but he doesn't care, because even if he only lives to the age of 70, he will still be in the future.

There was a period of 1940s and 1950s, and there was no need to worry at all.

After washing up, sitting in front of the eucalyptus, Xu Rong fell into deep thought at the handwriting he had written on his laptop that he had just written today.

At some point, he suddenly reached out and closed the notebook and put it in the drawer, and then opened the script again.

He also learned another layer of the same meaning from the words of Mr. Lan Tianye and Master Zhu Xu.

Lan Tianye said that every actor has his own personality.

Zhu Xu told him to be "reasonable". Of course, this "reason" is his own reason. When he talked about a skill, he talked about the interesting things he had when he arranged "The Death of a Salesman" because at the beginning, he Imitated foreigners.

At that time, Arthur Miller asked him: Is there no "Charlie" in China?

Lan Tianye’s method is based on his own materials, just like he cannot teach Xiao Zhang to act, which is of reference significance, but he cannot copy it.

Moreover, the knowledge that you get from paper is always shallow.

He remembered a certain behavior that had been a long time ago, but because of energy, he had to give up.

This time, he wanted to try it again.

The next morning.

"Eight hundred models rushed to the north slope..."

“Eight, eight, eight…”

Huang Wei, who was lying on the bed, turned over and frowned subconsciously. What she annoyed the most was that she was disturbed when she was sleeping in the early morning.

On another bed not far away, the small Han Qing was standing on the waist of the bed, not disturbed by the noise outside the window.

After about six or seven seconds of turning over, Huang Wei suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the golden sun that squeezed into the gap between the curtains and windows. After glaring for a few seconds, he suddenly lifted the quilt.

"It's over."

"Han Qing, Han Qing, Teacher Han Qing."

Han Qing opened her eyes in a daze. She moved first yesterday, and after coming, she cleaned up and cleaned her new residence for a while, but she was very tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

She mumbled her mouth and Hanhu said in a daze: "What's wrong?"

Huang Wei hurriedly changed his clothes. When he heard Han Qing’s doubts, he suddenly stopped moving, turned his head, pointed out the window, and whispered: “Listen.”

"Architecturers run side by side to the north..."

“Eight, eight, eight…”

"Mother, what's wrong with you calling me..."

Han Qing jumped off the bed as he heard the sounds that were high or low, thick or sharp.

Everyone outside was doing morning classes, but the two of them were sleeping with their heads covered.

"It's over, it's over, it's over now."

......

When Xu Rong saw Han Qing and Huang Wei coming out of the room with her head shrank, she was a little surprised.

Han Qing is small and baby-faced, and always plays a child in the yard. Huang Wei just graduated from the Central Academy of Drama last year, so he recruited him.

He didn't say anything, he was tired all day yesterday.

As for whether they were like this in the past, it was not what he cared about. Everyone was responsible for their choices. After all, he was not their parents, and it was impossible for them to work thanklessly to supervise whether they worked hard every day.

Opera emphasizes shouting and practicing kung fu, hands, eyes, body, techniques, steps, silent singing, and dancing. Although the requirements for drama are not that comprehensive, as a craft, it is still abandoned if you don’t practice for three or five years.

Han Qing and Huang Wei wanted to find a crack in the ground at this time. There were about 20 people in the front and back yards, some of whom were practicing sound and some were practicing body shape. However, they both slept on the first morning they moved in. Too much.

But after waiting for a while, the preaching they expected did not appear. Neither the two old seniors, nor the teachers Xu, Lan Faqing and others, they said a word. It seemed that no one noticed them.
To be continued...