Zhao Fusheng has always been in charge of killing Jiang Wen and burying it, and the idea is out by himself, as for what will happen in the future, it is Lao Jiang's own problem.

He still has to go home to accompany his girlfriend, how can he have time to stay here and talk nonsense with Jiang Wen, an old man.

Therefore, taking advantage of Jiang Wen's lack of drink, Zhao Fusheng simply pulled Jiang Wen away when he was full, and asked him to think about how to propose to Zhou Yun.

As a result, when he returned home, Zhao Fusheng helplessly saw that Fan Baobao was holding a copy of "Actor's Self-cultivation" and reading it seriously.

"Didn't I tell you, you don't need to read this kind of book anymore. Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao helplessly.

Fan Baobao shook his head and glared at Zhao Fusheng: "You don't understand, I call it learning from each other's strengths." ”

Regarding the rejection of his correct opinion, Zhao Fusheng said that he was also desperate, in fact, Fan Baobao's words, he understood what they meant.

In acting, basic theory is precisely one of the ways for actors to recognize themselves.

In the performance, it talks about "seven forces and four senses".

A real actor must also have the ability to observe life.

In the final analysis, acting is still born out of life and higher than life.

For example, Leung Ka-fai, he has enough life experience to provide nourishment and performance basis for his performance.

Then, it is also necessary to have stable performance attention, rich imagination, keen sensibility, accurate judgment thinking, super delicate adaptability, and vivid speech and physical expression. These are the seven forces of performance.

In addition, there is a sense of realism, imagery, humor and rhythm. The artistic extension of performance is inseparable from the scope of these seven forces and four senses.

Performance theory is not a panacea, but it can make actors fundamentally understand the essence of acting.

But the problem is that what Fan Baobao needs now is not to understand the essence of performance, but how to apply the theories he has learned to practice.

But there is no way, she wants to see it herself, so let her go.

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1 February 2002.

Every morning, Zhao Fusheng would look at the calendar and then decide what he would do today.

Whether it was Fan Baobao beside him, or other people, they didn't understand Zhao Fusheng's mood when he looked at the calendar.

It's like a person jumping down from a height of 10,000 meters, although the speed is not fast, but he knows that he will land sooner or later. And whether he can be safe when he lands depends on whether he can open his parachute during the landing.

It's like a Xinyue member, there is always an expiration time, whether to renew or not, after all, it depends on whether you have money in your bank card.

Last time, Zhao Fusheng was shy and failed to renew.

And this time, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes he made.

At this time, the winter vacation has already begun, and the students have all begun to return to their respective homes, and the flow of people on the Chinese opera side has decreased a lot.

"When I thought about graduating in a few months, I was a little reluctant. ”

Walking on the campus of Chinese opera, Fan Baobao took Zhao Fusheng's arm and said to him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, raised his other hand and touched her head: "It's not that I won't come back in the future, what's so reluctant." ”

Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng, and said coquettishly: "What do you know, can this be the same? After graduation, he is no longer a student, no matter how successful he is, he is only a well-known alumnus, do you understand?"

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, there was no way, at his psychological age, he really couldn't understand Fan Baobao's thinking.

"By the way, what about the people in your dormitory?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly thought, it seemed that Fan Baobao hadn't been back to the dormitory for a long time, and asked strangely.

"We're all home. Fan Baobao said: "Seeing that the Chinese New Year is over, they must all go back early, and everyone should also discuss with their respective families about the way out after graduation." ”

This is a very real problem, after all, even if you graduate from Chinese opera, it does not mean that you will be able to survive in this circle for a long time.

The film and television industry has always been a place with more monks and less meat, handsome men and beauties are like carp crossing the river, if you want to become popular just by your appearance, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream. There are too many talented and beautiful people in places like the entertainment industry, and if you are lucky, you may be able to become the protagonist in three or five years, and have a chance to become popular.

If you are unlucky, there are many people who have to spend more than ten years to become famous. At the time before Zhao Fusheng was reborn, there was no shortage of such people among the many middle-aged uncles.

The most famous ones are naturally Wu Xiubo and Zhang Jiayi, of course, some old cadres who have collapsed and can't even distinguish between the three classics of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are also counted.

Now they have all left their respective schools and become entertainers in the entertainment industry.

Of course, it's the kind of N-line artist who is not well-known.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng himself also felt strange, those uncles who would be popular in the entertainment industry in the future, he didn't seem to have met any of them, maybe they didn't have any fate.

"Then let's go home too, how about it?" Zhao Fusheng was silent for a while and said to Fan Baobao.

It is said that every festive season is more homesick, and the more it is the New Year's Festival, the more homesick it is, which is probably everyone's common problem.

"Okay, it just so happens that I also want Bei Bei and Mom, hmm, in this way, let's go shopping tomorrow and bring them gifts back, okay?" Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed happily.

In fact, she wanted to go back for a long time, but she knew that Zhao Fusheng had a lot of things to do in Beijing, so naturally she didn't mention it.

Being empathetic is not just for one person, but about understanding the people around you at the right time.

"Okay, let Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan accompany us tomorrow, and buy them some gifts to take back. Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Anyway, plug-ins and advertising planning have made a lot of money recently, which is enough to spend on the New Year.

Well, he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

Forget it, I don't want to do so much, let's talk about the New Year first.

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The significance of the Spring Festival for the Chinese nation is still very important at this time, whether it is Yang Panpan or Zhang Qian, I heard that I went to buy New Year's goods, and I was in a good mood.

The former can go home happily, while the latter feels that he can buy something for his younger siblings in the welfare home. This year's Spring Festival is relatively early, and the Lantern Festival also happens to be during the holiday, so you can accompany them at home at that time.

"So much?"

Although they had been mentally prepared for a long time, Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian, who were waiting in the rest area, were still stunned after seeing the two women who came out with big bags and small bags.

No way, Fan Baobao and Yang Panpan are full of all kinds of things, it is not an exaggeration to say that if it weren't for the fact that they couldn't carry it, Zhao Fusheng didn't doubt that they would buy some more.

"That's a lot?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng dissatisfied, and handed him the things in his hand: "You wait here, Sister Panpan and I will go shopping again." ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng opened his mouth wide, and before he could speak, Fan Baobao had already turned around and pulled Yang Panpan away.

And Zhang Qian on the side, from beginning to end, Yang Panpan didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"That, is it like this when women go shopping?" After a while, Zhang Qian raised his head and looked at Zhao Fusheng, no way, in his impression, the people around him were the smartest among Zhao Fusheng, and he had indeed never seen Zhao Fusheng helpless about anything.

Zhao Fusheng heard Zhang Qian's question, and was silent for about ten seconds, then smiled and blinked: "Believe me, there is nothing more terrifying than accompanying a woman to go shopping." ”

Zhang Qian was stunned, he always felt that when Zhao Fusheng said this, he seemed to have a pain in his skin.

Facts have proved that Zhao Fusheng was right.

Two hours later, Zhang Qian resigned himself to Zhao Fusheng's side, and the four of them were full of big bags and small bags, and got into the car home.

That's it, the two girls are still a little dissatisfied, and feel that the gifts they bought are a bit less.

It is really difficult for Zhao Fusheng to understand how they are so interested in choosing the one that is economical and affordable among this large pile of inexpensive things.

But no matter what, it's good to be happy, and that's what you want.

The plane tickets have already been booked, although the price is a little expensive, but Zhao Fusheng still let Zhang Qian buy four tickets, as for what first class or the like, whether it is Zhao Fusheng or Fan Baobao, they don't have the consciousness of being a rich person. Taking a plane home for the New Year is already a luxury in their opinion, and if they still buy first class, it is estimated that Fan Baobao will have to talk about it even when he sleeps at night.

There is no shortcut to success, unless it is the same life.

You can't save a penny of money that should be spent, but there is no need to spend, and you really don't need it.

Zhao Fusheng told Fan Baobao about this point of view a long time ago, and Fan Baobao also agreed, so when she bought a gift for Yang Panpan and Zhang Qian, she reimbursed all with a wave of her hand. But for plane tickets, I bought the cheapest discounted tickets.

Even so, whether it is Yang Panpan or Zhang Qian, they are very satisfied with Fan Baobao's approach.

Everyone is an ordinary person, so there is no need to pretend.

With the plane slowly taking off, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao beside him, smiled and said, "Close your eyes and sleep, when you wake up, you will be home." ”

Fan Baobao nodded, put his head on Zhao Fusheng's shoulder, and grinned: "Then I'll pill your arm." ”

Zhao Fusheng blinked, although he wanted to refuse, but seeing that Fan Baobao was rare to be romantic, he had to nod helplessly: "Okay, listen to you." ”

Then, an hour later, he was tragic.

After all, no matter who it is, if you keep the same movement motionless for an hour, your shoulders will go numb. The key is that Zhao Fusheng didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the sleeping Fan Baobao.

At this moment, he finally understood that sentence, pretending to be forced has to pay a price.

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