"Painting has a painting idiot, the piano has a piano idiot, the martial arts has a martial arts idiot, this has been the case since ancient times, I think the actor also has his obsessive performance after entering, right? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" I looked at her and answered.

Xiao Ye nodded vigorously, "It's still a good summary by Mr. Chang, good actors often only take on a scene in two or three years, and you see those who shoot several films a year, often just a little bit of appearance advantage and the audience's eyes, and don't put much effort into performance." In fact, a good actor has to rest for a long time to make a film, and outsiders think that this job is very easy, but in fact, I want to get out of the role, change back to my original self, and then forget myself and enter the next role, this process is very painful, and only I know. ”

"Mr. Chang, I didn't want to take this play, because although it is a story from the Republic of China, and the script itself is also very attractive, but I checked a lot of information, and it seems that this story does not have a prototype, no record, not even a similarity, it seems to be completely imaginary. I tend not to have much interest in shooting content that is too fictional. But for a few days after reading the script, I kept having the same dream, that is, in the scene described in the script, and I was one of the characters. Daily life, some people I have met, are very clear and real, but when I wake up, many of them are forgotten. ”

"I tried to recall some episodes from my dreams, and let myself follow the script, and acted in a few short sections, and it felt very good, and the grasp of the characters, the expression of the character, and the capture of emotions were very handy, and it felt as if the role was tailor-made for me. That's when I knew I shouldn't have lost this opportunity. ”

Xiao Ye's narration was always intermittent, and I don't know what interrupted her train of thought, so she paused for a moment before continuing.

"Xiao Ye, I watched a few of your scenes, and the acting was very good, did you get into the play deeply, and all your senses were released, but you were too sensitive to the surrounding environment?"

Xiao Ye shook his head and didn't look at me, as if looking at the swallows that occasionally flew under the eaves outside the window, out of his mind.

"Teacher Chang, it's not what you said at all. I don't know how to describe it, it's very strange. In the past, there were times when I played a role that was very involved in the play, but no matter how I entered the play, at most I felt that you and the character were one, your actions were the actions that the character had to do, and the tone of your voice was the way the characters expressed, but you could feel your own existence at any time, and you could think about the play from another perspective, that is, your own brain..."

"But in the Red Mansion, this is not the case at all, I feel that soon after the camera starts, my brain becomes blank, there is a consciousness that does not belong to me, slowly occupies my brain, this consciousness is completely different from my own consciousness, I know that this must be another person, but the state of consciousness slowly passing, I can't resist Ben, and soon, I don't know what I'm playing? I don't know what the lines are, I don't know how the action is done. It wasn't until the end of a scene and the camera stopped that I slowly recovered. Several times, after I finished filming, I stood in front of the monitor and looked back, only to realize that I couldn't remember the scene I had just acted. ”

"Maybe you were in a state at that time when you really entered the realm of fully integrating with the character? I don't know much about your actor industry, but only a few actors can do this. "That being said, I know myself that this is nothing more than self-defeating.

Xiao Ye sighed, "This kind of blank state in acting, in fact, I am not the only one, many actors on the set have it, including the actress who got into the wooden box in the basement, she is too." When she chatted again before the accident, she asked me if I felt that this play was very wrong, she always felt that it didn't matter if she read the book in advance or not, the lights were played, the camera was aim, and she acted by herself without thinking, but she felt that it was not herself who was acting. Sometimes, I feel like I'm still participating in a role-picking activity, but it's not Director He who chooses the role.,Producer Lin.,It's the real creator of this book.。 ”

"Teacher Chang, I heard that the author of this script committed suicide after writing this book, I don't know if it's true?"

I have to admit that what Xiao Ye is worried about is the biggest secret hidden by the Red Mansion, she has no experience of being possessed by ghosts, and regards that feeling as a manifestation of entering the play, but those who have had this experience can quickly distinguish the difference between the two. Of course, I can't stimulate her anymore now, and besides, even if something is possessed, I don't see any direct harm to the actor now.

"Xiao Ye, you don't have to think too much, Director He is right, you may confuse your real self, the characters in the play, and the real senses with hallucinations, but you have to remember that what you are really afraid of is the character in the play, her heart, you or the original you. There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures that the sentient beings of the other are disillusioned and disillusioned, and the disillusioned mind is extinguished, and the disillusioned dust is extinguished, and the disillusioned dust is extinguished, and the disillusionment is extinguished, and the disillusionment is extinguished, and the disillusionment is not disillusioned. For example, grinding the mirror, the dirt is clear. Xiao Ye, you just think of this as the process of grinding the mirror, after the mirror is polished, everything will naturally be seen clearly. ”

After speaking, I took out a small jade Buddha pendant from my bag and handed it to Xiao Ye, "A few years ago, there was a star heart master who chatted with me about Buddhism for a few days and nights, and gave me this little jade Buddha when he parted. ”

Xiao Ye didn't refuse, smiled sweetly, thanked me very seriously, and carefully put it into the small handbag.

We talked for a long time, and most of the time, as long as people talk about what they are worried about, the worries and fears in their hearts will be weakened a lot, especially for girls. On the way to the Red Mansion, Xiao Ye's mood obviously improved, and when chatting, a faint smile naturally appeared on her face, and at this time, I realized that she contained an innate sense of beauty.

When she was about to walk to the Red Mansion, Xiao Ye turned her head seriously, said thank you to me, and told me that through the contact in the past two days, she felt that the heroine of the film, Cheng Manlin, was very unusual, she entered the play quickly and had a strong ability to control the role, but she always felt that Cheng Manlin seemed to care about the affairs of the Red Mansion, and seemed to know more than any of us. If I want to be careful, women's intuition is often very accurate.

The next day, I asked Producer Lin for the phone number of the editor-in-chief of the magazine, made an appointment, and in the afternoon, while he was in the unit, to see if I could learn some new information, after all, they had been working in the Red Chamber for almost ten years, and they would know some inside information.

The magazine moved to a separate courtyard in Chaonei Street. Ten years ago, he was ready to use the curve to save the country, and took the initiative to ask for internal transfer to the magazine as deputy editor-in-chief, and when the old editor-in-chief retired, he took over as editor-in-chief, and then gilded it for two years.

As soon as he became the editor-in-chief, he caught up with the tide of marketization of newspapers and magazines, and the government and enterprises were again decoupled, and the magazine was weaned, and it was necessary to engage in market-oriented management. The editor-in-chief Gao has been serving in the system, where there is a mind for market operation, the efficiency of the magazine has plummeted, and it has become a veritable loss-making unit, and the key is that there is no achievement, and the road back to the department has been blocked. The more people are managed, the circulation of the magazine is getting smaller and smaller, and the magazine has to go to the ministry every month to ask his grandfather to borrow it from his grandmother.

So as soon as we met, I couldn't ask at all, the editor-in-chief Gao has been gushing endlessly, from the original leisurely days in the ministry, to now hiding in Tibet all day long for salary, from the past to the provincial level units apportionment and distribution, to now go to see people's faces to ask for some subscriptions, from the original New Year's holidays are all to give gifts and pull relations, to now the door is full of birds, and there are not enough people who even make mahjong on the table all day long.

I thought to myself, if we continue to talk like this, I may not be able to get to the point in three or two days. Only by introducing his ideas into my rhythm can I ask something, but in my opinion, Editor-in-Chief Gao is really holding a golden job bowl and asking for food, and it is still a problem that the concept has not been changed. It's better to learn the way of Zen Buddhism, and take the lead in drinking, if the editor-in-chief can't listen to it, I will save myself wasting time here.

Thinking of this, I interrupted Editor-in-Chief Gao's nagging and asked him: "Old Gao, how many years do you have to retire?" Editor-in-Chief Gao was stunned for a moment, probably didn't expect me to ask so directly, and replied suspiciously: "There are still four or five years." I pulled the stool to his side, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Lao Gao, you don't know the true face of Lushan, only because you are in this mountain, in fact, the golden signboard of the magazine is still there, and it is enough to turn over in four or five years." ”

As soon as Editor-in-Chief Gao heard this, he immediately sat up straight and stared at me.

"Lao Gao, in the past two years, many old magazines have rented out their issue numbers, let outside cultural companies operate, and have remodeled a lot of market-oriented weekly magazines, is there such a thing?" I handed him a cigarette and observed his reaction.

"Mr. Chang, we are a magazine under the ministry, although it is decoupled, but the censorship is very strict, it is estimated that the content that cultural companies like to do may not be passable, and the rental number is a drop in the bucket. Editor-in-Chief Gao shook his head, his eyes darkened.

"Lao Gao, the tenants you rented out the Red Mansion are the top three big film companies in Hong Kong, why did they come to the mainland to make joint ventures? On the one hand, they are optimistic about the mainland film market, and we may not have the scale of Hong Kong's market at present, but in the future, I am afraid that Beijing alone will dominate the whole of Hong Kong. On the other hand, Hong Kong will return to China next year, and they will always have to pave the way for the future, right?" I took out a match, marked it, and lit a cigarette for Editor-in-Chief Gao, but the faint light of the match reflected a little brightness on Editor-in-Chief Gao's gloomy brow.

"Mr. Chang, you continue, you continue, I'll listen. Editor-in-Chief Gao stared at me intently again, and the teacup he had just picked up was put back on the table.

(What is not seen, set a mirror to see, and what the ear does not hear, but to hear.) The spirit is in me, and the hearing and hearing are in the other. The toes can be cut, the kiss can be mended, the ears and eyes can be set up, and the description can be faked. Both fake and fake, confused and confused. Therefore, knowing the soul charms me, the blood intoxicates me, the seven knots imprison me, and the five roots serve me. But God has a form, and from the form has a wart. If there are no warts, why not ?-- "The Book of Transformation") (to be continued. )