After continuing the text messages, Lu Yan fell silent, lowered his head, sat on the edge of the bed, and did not reply to Chen Baoguo for a long time.

Regarding Chen Baoguo's merciless reprimand in front of others at noon, although he also understood that Chen Baoguo's original intention was for his good, he still couldn't help but subconsciously resist in his heart, because it made him feel embarrassed.

He is not an artist like Tian Qinxin, he is just an ordinary person, a layman, a normal person should have and will have emotions, and he is also not exempt from vulgarity.

But now, looking at the dozen or so text messages on his phone, the resistance in his heart disappeared in an instant, typing these words, even if he was asked, it was not easy, but Chen Baoguo did it, and according to the situation of the phone call just now, he was quite busy over there.

After a while, no longer seeing the text message coming, Lu Yan pressed the button a few times, replied with a "thank you", and paused again when he was about to press the send button, and added the word "teacher" to the back before sending it.

Chen Baoguo did not reply, which was expected by Lu Yan.

Thinking about it in a different position, if there is such an apprentice, he will definitely be even more disappointed, and there will not even be those explanations before, in the end, he did not meet Chen Baoguo's expectations in his heart, and he is even far away.

Chen Baoguo himself was born as a drama actor, but as a result, his apprentice's drama performance was nondescript, and those who knew that he had a specialization in the art industry, and those who didn't know thought that he was not interested in teaching his apprentices, and it was strange that he was not popular.

Lu Yan didn't read the script of "Hurricane", there were not many lines, and after today's rehearsal, he was almost familiar with the entire script.

Drama is not film and television, drama is a highly condensed art, because the audience cannot sit in the theater all morning, so correspondingly, the lines must be much more concise.

Putting his phone aside, Lu Yan suddenly felt very busy, wanting to do something but not knowing where to start.

Busy because he still has a lot of things to do, he hasn't finished reading a single chapter of the original book of "Jinghua Yanyun", not to mention economic books, he is in contact with economic things for the first time, many things have to be explored by himself, many professional terms are ambiguous, even if he is wrong, no one will tell him.

Acting is his interest and his profession, although he can't treat acting as a second life like Chen Baoguo, but the problems he encounters in front of him seem to make him feel stuffy in his chest and can't calm down.

Chen Baoguo said that he understands the theoretical knowledge, but several years of shooting experience has made him understand the huge gap between theory and practical operation.

After walking around the house a few times, I suddenly remembered a few plays I noticed during lunch and walked back to my room and picked up my phone.

After the phone was connected, Lu Yan said: "Hey, uncle, it's me, Lu Yan, are you busy now?" ”

"Oh, Xiaoyan, what's the matter?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, it was a little noisy, like being in a hotel, and said to a long story short: "That's the case, I want to see the scripts of "Richard III" and "Mr. Lu Xun", I don't know if it's okay?" ”

He had read the script of "The Dawn Is Quiet Here" before, and although he had forgotten about it, he still had a general impression.

"What's not to do? But I'm not in the theater at this time, if you're in a hurry to see it, go to the reference room to find Lao Zhao, he shouldn't be off work yet", after a turn of words, Cha Cha Zhe asked over there: "Aren't you playing "Hurricane", what are you doing watching "Richard III"?" ”

Lu Yan said vaguely: "I haven't acted in dramas before, and I don't know much about this, so I wonder if I can find inspiration in other dramas."

Cha Cha Zhe paused for half a second before saying: "Your idea is good, but you also have to pay attention to distinguishing priorities, there is nothing that can't wipe your face, if there is anything you don't understand, you can find your teacher and me."

"Well, I will, thank you, uncle."

Lao Zhao is a little old man in his sixties, very kind, Lao Ai walks around the various studios of the theater with a yellowed teacup that has been brewed all year round, picking up the corners of the work, Lu Yan has encountered it a few times before, and he is a little impressed.

Familiar or elderly leaders, call him Lao Zhao, young people, all call him Zhao Lao, as for the specific name, Lu Yan has never heard of it, although he is not the leader of the theater, but he is very respected in the theater, because no one will be cold to such a diligent and kind old man.

I heard that Lao Zhao used to work in the Youth Theater, the predecessor of the National Theater, and is now the longest working time in the theater, with more than 30 years, it stands to reason that at his age, he should have retired, but he stayed in the theater for too long, and his feelings were very deep, even if he retired, he was unwilling to leave the theater, so the leaders of the theater arranged for him to take care of the archives.

Lu Yan came to the information room, knocked on the door twice, and stood at the door and waited for a while, but no one opened the door.

Just as he was about to hesitate whether to push the door and go in to see, Lao Zhao's figure carrying a teacup appeared in the corridor.

Lao Zhao's back is a little hunched, thin, his steps are very steady, no matter when he is in a hurry, no matter who he is, he has always smiled on his face, like a wise man who has been in the world for a long time.

Although he is in his sixties, his body is still very strong, with a mouth of oily and slippery black teeth, and two deep laugh lines printed on both sides of the bridge of his nose, which makes people feel that he is always laughing when he is not smiling.

Looking at Lao Zhao walking slowly from a distance, Lao Zhao was not in a hurry, but Lu Yan was not so patient, so he hurriedly greeted him and shouted, "Old Zhao." ”

Zhao Lao knew Lu Yan, he watched his performance in the studio at noon, stopped, raised his head slightly, looked at him, and asked, "Is there something to find me?" ”

Lu Yan didn't say anything first, handed a box of lilies in his hand to Zhao Lao, and said, "This is the lily I brought from my hometown, you can also make tea and drink, I specially brought you some to taste." ”

Zhao Lao was not polite, took it, looked down, and did not expose his "deliberate", and said with a smile: "This box is expensive, yo, this box alone is no less than twenty yuan, I have heard people mention it before, and I haven't had a chance to taste it", weighed it twice, and said: "If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Palace, say, what's the matter?" ”

Lao Zhao said as he walked: "You sent it on purpose, and I don't mean to accept it, but let's talk about it first, you are looking for me as a bad old man, and I can't help much." ”

Lu Yan followed aside and said, "That's Zhao Lao, I want to borrow two books to see, you see?" ”

"Book?" Lao Zhao glanced at him, hehe, and said: "Then you are really looking for the wrong person, I have all the books from the past, and the new ones are in the hands of the director and screenwriter, and they have not been recorded yet", he thought that what Lu Yan wanted was a new book in the courtyard.

A radish and a pit, unless it's a new book, no matter how big a name comes, you can only watch it, the theater is not a crew after all, more precisely, this is a public institution.

Lu Yan knew that Zhao Lao had misunderstood, and explained: "I want to borrow two books from "Richard III" and "Mr. Lu Xun", I heard that you have this, so I will trouble you." ”

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