The prologue was playing, and the students who didn't have their turn to play were nervously standing behind the curtain and watching, only Wang Dalun and Tu Ling were sitting in the back chatting with each other.

Tu Ling played Fanyi, and the prologue was not on the stage, so she didn't need to wrap in a big cotton jacket and wore a short-sleeved cheongsam. Although Tu Ling is not too beautiful, she has a pretty good figure, and she wears a cheongsam with the style of a beauty of the Republic of China.

There was a bridge in the prologue, which originally had Tu Ling laughing wildly and screaming a few times, but it had been recorded in advance during the official performance, and it would be released when the time came. So now Tu Ling is also leisurely.

"How are you lining up for the past two days?" Wang Dalun glanced at Ji Bo in the crowd and asked in a low voice.

After two years of classmates, his relationship with Ji Bo has always been average, mainly because this person is introverted and not very gregarious. However, the grades are very good, and he can rank in the top three in all subjects, and his own image is good, so Zhou Ping's role falls on his head. In fact, there is one boy whose grades always occupy the first place in the class, but his image is really not good, so he can only play Lu Gui, and this person is Chengchuang.

"That's it, I think he's nervous. ”

Saying that, Tu Ling deliberately lowered her voice and said: "Actually, from the beginning, I felt that Teacher Huo and Teacher Ma chose the wrong person, Zhou Ping should be played by you, and the effect must be much better than him." ”

"Don't be funny! With my grades, if it weren't for Mr. Ma's extra kindness, I could only play Servant A and Servant B. ”

"Hey, don't say it, this time you came back from the movie, and the progress was really great. It's not just me who says, everyone says so, and your performance during rehearsals is obvious to all. Hey, did Director Zhang Yuan teach you any tricks, so that you can open up all of a sudden. Tu Ling said curiously.

"Of course there's a trick. Wang Dalun had the heart to tease her.

"What's the trick? Tu Ling looked a little excited.

He smiled mysteriously and pretended to be profound: "Director Zhang Yuan not only taught me the tricks of acting, but when he finished in the end, he also lost all his acting skills to me, and suddenly opened up my second line of Ren Du, a big Zhoutian, ninety-nine eighty-one Zhoutian......"

"Are you kidding me?" Tu Ling didn't wait for him to finish, his little fist slammed into his back, and said angrily: "You are not my son, you are not my son." You're not like me, you're ...... You're a dead pig!"

In the play, Zhou Chong is Fanyi's son.

So Wang Dalun also made a very painful look, "Mom, my favorite mother, what's the matter with you?"

Maybe the commotion was a bit loud, and the students all turned their heads.

Hu Qiang frowned and reprimanded, "What are you doing?"

The two hurriedly waved their hands and said, "Teacher Hu, we are rehearsing." ”

"What's the use of cramming? Hurry up, the prologue is coming to an end, get ready, you're going to play the first act. ”

"Hey!"

The two hurriedly agreed. When Hu Qiang turned his head, the two stuck out their tongues in unison. Then Tu Ling glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, turned her head arrogantly, and ignored him.

……

Choral mass and the sound of the organ......

The curtain slowly falls, and the prologue ends.

"Hurry up, change the scene!"

I have to say that classic masterpieces such as "Thunderstorm" and "Teahouse" are all repertoire of the film school, and the props and sets are quite complete, and whether everyone is setting up the scene or changing the scene between the scenes, the action is called skillful and slippery.

The first act begins, and the curtain slowly opens again.

The scenery is roughly the same as the prologue, but the weather of the whole house is more gorgeous. It was a summer morning ten years ago, in the living room of Zhou's house.

The drapery of the alcove is still hidden, and there are gorgeous potted flowers inside. The middle door was open, and through the iron screen door, I could see the trees in the garden and hear the cicadas chirping. The wardrobe on the right is covered with a yellow tablecloth, on which are placed many small ornaments, the most obvious is an old photograph, which is very incongruously placed with these delicate things. In front of the cabinet is narrow and low, and there are expensive smoking utensils and some bits and pieces. On the right side of the stove there is a bell and a basin, and on the wall, there is an oil painting.

There are two hoop chairs in front of the stove with their backs to the wall. The glass case on the left side of the center is full of antiques, the small low table in front has a chair cushion with green flowers, and the couch in the left corner is not old, and there are three or four thick cushions of satin on it. In front of the sofa, there are several low rows of smoking utensils and other things, and the two small sofas in Taichung are very gorgeous with the round table, and there are Luzon cigarette boxes and fans on the round table.

All the curtains are brand new, all are prosperous, the furniture is very clean, and there is light where there is metal. The room was stuffy, the heat was overwhelming, and the air was low. There was no sunlight outside, the sky was gray, and it was the spirit of a rainstorm.

At the opening, Yu Wen was already at the rectangular table against the middle wall, carrying the audience's filter medicine, she shook a puff fan from time to time, while she was sweating, while Cheng Chuang was wiping the bits and pieces on the low table next to the sofa, very hard, and sweat beads were on her forehead.

To say that Cheng Chuang's goods are really good, his makeup is a man in his forties, his spirit is atrophied, his back is a little rickety, and he seems to be forever owed, and he promised his master "Yes." ”

As a housekeeper, his clothes were gorgeous, but untidy, and he was wiping things with one step, and at his feet was a pair of freshly polished yellow leather shoes. From time to time, I wipe the sweat on my face with the placket of my clothes.

He raised his head with difficulty and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sifeng!"

Tu Ling ignored him and continued to filter the Chinese medicine.

"Sifeng!" Cheng Chuang raised his voice......

It was about to be Zhou Chong's turn to play, and Wang Dalun was doing high leg raises in place, trying to make his breathing more real. Almost, rubbing his face vigorously again, so that the blood on his face came out, and the classmate who made a cameo makeup took a sprayer and sprayed it on his face a few times, and immediately flashed shiny sweat.

Then waiting behind the curtain, Cheng Chuanghe played Lu Dahai's Ma Zhuang, and he hurriedly came on the stage from the back garden.

"Sifeng!" The voice was young and brisk, and he jumped in his swift steps, gradually moving closer to the middle door.

Wang Dalun understands Zhou Chong, who has a big heart, and at the same time has a childlike fantasy. He was young, only seventeen years old, and he had already fantasized about many, many impossible facts, and he was alive in a dream of beauty. Now his eyes were twinkling with joy, his face was red and sweating, and he was laughing. He was holding a racket under his left armpit, wiping sweat with a white towel in his right hand, and he was wearing the white clothes he used to play. He whispered to Sifeng.

……

Auditorium, back row.

Although the play has just begun, Li Xiaowan is already yawning. She grew up in the Beiying Compound since she was a child, and in the more than 30 years since she can remember, she has watched the classic drama "Thunderstorm" dozens of times, and her taste has long been nourished by many old artists who became famous before the founding of the People's Republic of China, a new generation of artists who grew up after the founding of the People's Republic of China, as well as middle-aged artists of the same age and a younger generation of young artists as her.

Today is just a group of students performing on stage, and it is also a junior college class, and the acting skills can only be described as immature. She was already very tired, and sat there yawning after yawning, and just as she was drowsy, a familiar figure appeared on the stage.

"Huh?" "Look closely, yes, it's him! Haha, it's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there. He actually played Zhou Chong? What a coincidence, it couldn't be more coincidental. Take a closer look, it seems that the acting is really good!

"Shao Hong. She turned her head and whispered, "How is that Zhou Chong on the stage?"

Li Shaohong watched it very seriously from the beginning, no matter whether the stage was good or not, as a director, he always likes to find something from it when watching other people's performances, even if it is bad, he must list one, two, three, four, five or six shortcomings.

Although today's drama has just finished a prologue, it is not very good in all fairness. At the beginning of the first act, Lu Gui's appearance was finally a highlight, she still had an impression of the little girl who played Sifeng, she came to audition two days ago, and performed a simple scene, I remember that she also gave this little girl some construction at that time, and now it seems that her own construction does not seem to work.

At this time, Zhou Chong's appearance made her eyes light up. The brisk pace and innocent expression vividly show a young man who has been living in beautiful fantasies all day long.

"Yes, at least it's better than the Liu Dong recommended by Jiandong. The performance is very natural, and there are no traces of deliberateness. Li Shaohong's evaluation is very pertinent.

Li Xiaowan chuckled again and asked, "Then do you think he looks like Mr. Zhao?"

"Isn't it the person you mentioned to me last time that he is him?" Li Shaohong was surprised, looked at it carefully, and said: "You're right, the facial features are not too similar, he is not as handsome as Mr. Zhao, but the overall outline is a little similar." But what about temperament...... I don't see it yet. However, if a person can hide his original temperament when performing on stage, at least it means that the role he has created is successful. ”

Li Xiaowan was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Shao Hong, who has always been picky about actors, to give such a high evaluation, and hurriedly said: "Then what kind of mirror should we try, I think the role of Zhou Chong is him, settle down and start filming early." ”

Li Shaohong said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning, let's see if there will be any surprises in his next performance." ”

……

Fanyi is beautiful, and Sifeng is even more beautiful, but Wang Dalun always feels that Zhou Chong is responsible for beauty in the whole play. He is like a child in front of Sifeng, naughty and innocent full of youthful atmosphere, his love for Sifeng is pure, as beautiful as a qiē first love, without any dirt.

He sells cuteness in front of Fanyi, although he is as afraid of his father as his eldest brother, he still sells cuteness. At the same time, the cute boy has a kind heart, and his kindness is naturally revealed in his expression and language, for example, he will say to Sifeng in shame: "I really feel sorry for you today." And when he sincerely stretched out his hand to Lu Dahai but was rejected again, not only was he not angry, but he said: "I feel sorry for you in my heart." ”

He just followed this line to interpret Zhou Chong, from naughty and innocent to selling cuteness everywhere, and then kind, in that family full of indifference and filth, he looked like a white lotus flower that was not stained by mud.

"Thunderstorm" is a tragedy, silly white sweet is precisely his weakness, and in the end, when everyone was at a loss, he was the first to run out to chase the four phoenixes in the thunderstorm, but in the end he was electrocuted and busy.

In the fourth act, when Wang Dalun shouted "Sifeng" and rushed out, followed by Sifeng and his screams, the girl sitting next to Liu Ling actually cried: "If only I had a boyfriend like Zhou Chong." ”

Liu Ling said with red eyes and disdain: "Look at your appearance, it is a good performance, how can there be such a big fool in this world." ”

The girl retorted, "That's true love." But I also think that if I don't have a heart of true love in my heart, I can't play such a Zhou Chong. ”

The girl wiped her tears and said sneakily: "Hey, you're really not interesting to him?"

Liu Ling turned her head and glared at her, took a deep breath, stretched out her index finger and swayed it from side to side, and said, "I'll tell you again at the end, no!"

"It's a shame that people are graduating in a few days. Hey, Ling'er, why don't you introduce me to it?"

Liu Ling suddenly had a black line in her head......

In the row behind them, when the curtain of the fourth act was closed, Li Shaohong said to Li Xiaowan: "It's decided, it's him." ”xh:.74.240.212