"When I was watching a movie, I mainly focused on whether the presentation effect of the actors and the characteristics of the characters themselves were different. I had watched a play before and directly introduced the character's personality through the narration, but the actor played the character into another face. It made me feel so uncomfortable at that time."

Seeing Xu Rong looking at him with a smile, Sun Honglei felt a little scared and his voice subconsciously became lower and lower. From Xu Rong's expression, he judged that Xu Rong did not agree with his point of view.

When Sun Honglei finished speaking, Xu Rong nodded gently and thought about how to explain the truth directly.

Sun Honglei guessed well, and Xu Rong did not agree with the viewer's primary concern that "presentation and traits are consistent" but he neither refuted when he said it, nor did he immediately raise doubts after he finished speaking, because if he did that, even if his next words make sense, under the influence of emotions, it would be difficult for Sun Honglei to agree with it. After organizing the language, he said in a surprising tone: "Your point of view is very constructive. I have to say that this is a very pioneering new idea, which has given me a lot of enlightenment."

Sun Honglei patted his back heavily and said with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense. This is how my teacher taught me when I was in school. How can I have pioneering ideas?!"

"Hahaha."

Xu Rong also smiled and said, "I'll tell you a story?"

Sun Honglei nodded seriously. He knew that the reason why Xu Rong wanted to tell stories instead of telling himself the answer directly must be his own thoughts.

"About 20 years ago, at dawn one day before the Spring Festival, snowflakes fell in the middle of the night. The snow on the ground almost exceeded the ankles. A thin middle-aged man carried a bamboo basket and walked from the village made of low houses to the provincial road outside the village in the dark and shallow, and placed the bamboo basket under a tree on the side of the road. Before leaving, he squatted down again and lifted the water-blue half-old towel covered on the bamboo basket. Under the reflection of the snow, one opened his eyes wide and giggled the child to reveal his little face. He twisted his body, but the bamboo basket was not big, and the quilt was thick, so he could only twist like a silkworm pupa."

"The middle-aged man looked at the child for a few seconds, stretched the towel cover and tied it to the four corners of the bamboo basket to prevent the snow from collapse. The snow was still falling one after another, and snowflakes fell on the towel. The child might have fallen asleep, or maybe not asleep. He gradually felt cold and hungry. He began to cry "wow" loudly, but unlike the past, no one paid attention to him anymore. The sky gradually became brighter, and the crying sounds from the bamboo basket became smaller and smaller, because the snow had never stopped."

Speaking of this, Xu Rong stopped and did not continue to tell.

Sun Honglei listened carefully at first, but saw Xu Rong stop suddenly and asked, "What's next?"

Xu Rong shook his head and said, "I forgot."

"No?" Sun Honglei seemed to breathe, "The story he made up is full of loopholes, but it is also disgusting."

After hesitating for a while, Xu Rong said: "This is not a story, but a fact that happened from time to time."

The smile on Sun Honglei's face gradually faded. Thinking of some rumors in the past, he vaguely guessed the identity of the child in the story Xu Rong told. Although he had already learned about the future from the front, he still couldn't help asking: "What happened later?"

"I won't say it just now, I forgot." Xu Rong raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "So, do you know the answer to the question you just now?"

"Answer?" Sun Honglei slowly raised his neck and asked, "What's the answer?"

Seeing that Xu Rong did not answer, he walked back to the set slowly, and Sun Honglei's eyebrows gradually faded away from the word "chuan".

He just felt inexplicable and asked a question himself, but Xu Rong told himself a story without any beginning and end and told himself that he had answered, isn't this nonsense?

He thought about it carefully for a long time, but still had no idea. He waved to Li Tingjie, who was chatting with Zhong Hanliang who had just joined the group not far away. When Li Tingjie arrived, Sun Honglei pretended to be profound and said, "Test you a question. What do you think we need to know the most when we understand the characters?"

"What are you asking about this?"

"Just ask."

Li Fengjie said without thinking: "Personality, his personality is the environment of his growth, and the concentrated reflection of his experience, it is like untiing a ball of thread. The character's personality is just a thread. If you start from another place, it will only turn this ball of thread into a mess."

Sun Honglei neither nodded nor shook his head, patted the chair next to him and said, "I'll tell you a story."

Li Fengjie was frightened by Sun Honglei's serious tone and expression. She smiled in surprise, sat down next to her and asked, "No, what the hell is going on?"

Sun Honglei waved his hand and said, "About 20 years ago, at dawn one day before the Spring Festival, snowflakes fell in the middle of the night."

A few minutes later, Li Fengjie walked to Zhong Hanliang and said, "Hey, I'll ask you something. Do you think we're going to study the role."

The "problem" and the accompanying stories quickly spread in small circles, and the answers were surprisingly consistent. The character's personality is the most critical. As an actor, if you grasp this, all problems can be solved easily.

But Sun Honglei was not sure because he was very sure that the story Xu Rong told must not mean to express this.

During lunch, Li Fengjie saw that Xu Rong was not depressed at all because of the wasted time at noon, and asked, "Xu Rong, what exactly did the answer you mentioned mean?"

Xu Rong raised his head, looked at him in surprise, then looked at Sun Honglei, and said, "Did I tell him?"

"Didn't you just tell him a story?" Li Tingjie put down her chopsticks, "But I thought about it several times, but I still couldn't figure out what the story and the problem are related?"

"Get get it."

Seeing that Sun Honglei was going to help, Xu Rong reached out and said, "Do you know how much tuition fees did I pay for when I learned lines with Teacher Tong Zirong a few years ago?"

Li Fengjie has read relevant media reports and said, "This price is absolutely incomparable?"

Xu Rong shook his head and said, "No, no, no, let's put it this way, the value of this question will only be higher than the value of basic lines training. Yes, basic lines training will help every actor very much, but if you want to learn it sincerely, you may not be able to learn elsewhere, but it may not be so comprehensive and systematic. However, not many people can clearly tell you the answer to this question."

Li Dongjie smiled and joked: "Well, according to your wishes, we will raise two million for you?"

"No need, I've said it all, I've told Brother Hong Lei." Xu Rong looked at the few people blankly and said in disbelief, "You don't know, you haven't figured it out yet, right?"

Sun Honglei and Li Tingjie looked at each other. They were the first and second listeners respectively. Even if there was information decay, it was difficult for others to draw conclusions from limited information, and they should not be able to figure out what Xu Rong wanted to express.

But the fact is that they really didn't figure it out.

Just looking at Xu Rong's incredible eyes, it was hard for the few people to ask again because they had the illusion that Xu Rong was despising himself.

For several hours, the question was answered inexplicably.

Wang Zixuan pulled Xiao Zhang's arm and stood at the door of the suite, whispering: "I'll tell you the story that Brother Xu told. About 20 years ago, at dawn one day before the Spring Festival, snowflakes fell in the middle of the night."

"Oh, what Teacher Xu wants to talk about is fate." Xiao Zhang heard Wang Zixuan tell the story to the beginning, frowned and thought for a few seconds, but he still waited until the other party finished speaking before answering, "The fate of the character."

"I remember he said something similar to me before, that is, the character and profession of the character are in the play itself, and can be reflected through the characters, lines, body and other forms, but the core is the fate of the character, the event or contradiction occurs, how to develop, what will happen to each character? This is what the audience cares about the most, and it is also the core of our role as a good character. Just like the story he told, what you are curious about is the situation that the child in the bamboo basket will face next, rather than what kind of character, gender, age, etc."

Wang Zixuan looked at her eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt it made sense, because they didn't understand the child's personality at all, but she couldn't help but wonder if the child's next fate was whether the middle-aged man picked him up again, or whether it was a good-hearted person, or the ending she was most reluctant to accept.

"Wow, you're so awesome."

Xiao Zhang blinked his eyes and asked embarrassedly: "Yes, is there?"

She has not deliberately studied these things, nor does she think they are very profound. Xu Rong often discusses these issues with people at home, institution, and crew. Over time, she listens more and reads more, just like the previous sentence "Sweat drips into the soil" I learned in childhood.

And she vaguely remembered that this question was a small detail in a big question discussed by Teacher Xu and Grandpa Su Min, but she couldn't remember what that big question was now.

Gao Yunxiang, who happened to pass by not far away, quickly turned his head toward Sun Honglei and said, "Brother Honglei, Brother Honglei, I know, it's fate, the fate of the characters."

Sun Honglei looked at Gao Yunxiang who rushed toward him like a whirlwind and asked, "What?"

"The answer to the question Brother Xu said."

"Who told you?"

"Just a girl who just came here, right, that's wearing a white down jacket."

Sun Honglei was stunned for a moment and looked at the tall and thin girl wearing a hat, mask and only exposed her eyes.

Behind the girl, Xu Rong's assistant Wang Yaqin, Li Geng, and a tall girl wearing a tweed coat with wavy curls, while Xu Rong's sister-in-law Wang Zixuan held the arm of the girl wearing white down.

Almost instantly, he guessed the identities of the two girls.

"Xu Rong's girlfriend and sister?"

"It should be."

Sun Honglei blinked his eyes, always feeling a little incredible, and said, "She hasn't filmed any scenes, how could she know?"

Li Fengjie immediately said, "You forgot, he is an actor of the People's Art Theater."

"Oh, I remembered it when you say that." Sun Honglei remembered the "People Arts recruitment cheating" incident that was causing a lot of trouble on the Internet last year. Finally, it was revealed that Xu Rong didn't even pass his own sister, and then he realized that he had made a big mistake.

At this time, Xu Rongwang saw Xiao Zhang standing outside the door and was stunned.

Although she wrapped it tightly, she was just an unintentional glance and confirmed that it was indeed Xiao Zhang.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ce next to him asked softly when he saw him stunned.

"It's okay."

Xu Rong said, gestured to Du Qifeng, ran to the door of the room, looked at Xiao Zhang, who was wrapped tightly, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me before coming?"

Xiao Zhang originally wanted to answer "I miss you." and then asked "Do you miss me?" Although she knew that Teacher Xu Rong would definitely say "I miss you more." instead of "I miss you too." She still couldn't help but ask.

However, Wang Zixuan, the super invincible light bulb, was still holding her arm, and there were so many people around her watching her. She felt a little embarrassed and could only reach out and pull the corner of his clothes, laughing twice.

“Driving here?”

"Well, we both took turns."

Only then did Xu Rong notice Xu Xing, who was standing behind the two of them, had a gentle look on his face without diminishing at all, and he rebuked with concern in his tone: "Why have you lost weight again?"

In her heart, Xu Rong was extremely relieved. Xu Xing's weight loss could only prove that she worked hard to make him live in a larger house, drive a better car, and live a better life!

Xu Rong glanced at the time and asked, "Grandpa is alone at home?"

"No, Xu Xing's parents and second grandfather come to Beijing to see grandpa. They will live at home for half a month." Xiao Zhang gently pinched his palms and answered his concerns on the other hand with the tacit understanding of the two.

What Xu Rong wanted to ask is: Then you two have to rush back later?

Xiao Zhang told him: No, Xu Xing’s parents and second grandfather are all at home taking care of their grandfather.

Xu Rong nodded and turned to look at Wang Yaqin: "You go and tell Director Wang and open two standard rooms."

Li Geng subconsciously asked why, but seeing Xu Rong's gaze shifted away and Wang Yaqin had already responded, it was difficult to talk more.

When Xu Rong returned to the set, Wang Zixuan sighed that her guess was not wrong, and still held Xiao Zhang's arm and said, "Do you usually get along like this?"

"Yes."

"I haven't met for so long, don't you hug me?" After asking this question, she was stunned because it was not until this time that she realized that she was still holding someone's arm?

Xiao Zhang nodded and said, "He will be embarrassed in front of so many people. And once you do that, you can't pass the scene today until dawn tomorrow."

"No, your relationship is so strange."

"Strange?" Xiao Zhang looked at her in confusion, "Why do you say that?"

"It just feels that Brother Xu is a little cold to you, yes, a little cold."

Xiao Zhang coughed twice gently. In order not to expose Teacher Xu's gentle and beastly appearance, she organized a speech almost immediately and maintained: "Actually, I feel that it is not rare for a boy to pour you a glass of water or buy you milk tea in the middle of the night, because the cost of all this is almost zero, but in fact, many people are moved to death by this low-cost effort.

I think the most commendable thing about Teacher Xu is that he will treat me well in a way that I am willing to accept, and will not change his attitude towards me and others because of fame and fortune. Moreover, his abilities, cultivation, thinking style, and emotional stability are outstanding. In contrast, the cost of cultivating these habits is very high, because it requires at least ten or twenty years of hard work, and even hard to come by. The best partner is an ally on the battlefield of life, rather than finding someone to satisfy my laziness and vanity.”

After a pause, she suddenly said, "Of course, Teacher Xu has indeed satisfied my laziness and vanity, hahahahaha!"
Chapter completed!