In fact, since Canudu first declared that cinema is the seventh art, there has been a point of debate about whether cinema should pursue to entertain the public or carry something more.

In this regard, new directors tend to prefer to focus on commerciality, and in contrast, when early cinema was not popular, it was a niche art, and filmmakers at the time did more to explore.

At Wei Tao's age, although he can't match the cutting-edge, the fifth generation is still the mainstay of today.

When they started making movies, the popularity of the big screen had quietly appeared, and it can be said that it grew up with the growth of this generation of directors.

Most of Wei Tao's peers have been able to adapt to today's market, but there are certainly a number of losers who are unable to balance the commercial and artistic aspects of their works, and as a result, both sides are not pleasing to both sides.

Only Wei Tao never seems to be moved by high profits, and the box office is in his eyes the floating clouds in the clouds, the void in the void, and he doesn't even care if the movie can pass the review or be released in domestic theaters.

Of course, some people say that such directors have not been seen before, and many directors like to do things that bloom in the wall and fragrance outside the wall, make movies that cannot be released in China, and send them abroad to win awards.

Especially at the Bailin International Film Festival, which is particularly fond of East Asian films, many directors have taken back trophies and word-of-mouth from there, and even the inability to pass the domestic review has become a mysterious gimmick that arouses curiosity.

Wei Tao was not interested in this or that award, although the trophies were quite interesting to him, and he himself never appeared at those film festivals once.

After listening to Rui Lin's introduction to this director Wei Tao, Luo Lingxiu had some ideas.

Originally, he didn't have any opinions about who to play in the drama and what role to play, all he cared about was the spiritual progress that this kind of behavior brings.

Since becoming an artist, except for Director Zhou, he has looked at the people and things in this circle with cold eyes, and when he sees those people in their hearts or fame and fortune, he feels like looking at flowers on the other side.

Qin Zhengqing...... It must have been too close to make it a little more realistic, reminding him that he was indeed in this world.

Although I don't know why Wei Tao named him to audition, it can be seen that Rui Lin is not very enthusiastic about this opportunity.

This is actually easy to understand, in addition to having everything, he is just missing a trophy or word-of-mouth full of deep connotation to establish himself as a superstar who is not just an artist, but a performing artist, so that he has the posture and calmly regards box office popularity as nothing to cooperate with a director like Wei Tao once.

In Rui Lin's opinion, Luo Lingxiu is obviously not, he does consider starting to give Luo Lingxiu some movie roles, but it is definitely not an audition opportunity from Wei Tao at the beginning.

But Luo Lingxiu didn't coincide with Rui Lin this time, and after thinking about it, he asked him, "When." ”

"Tomorrow." It seems that Luo Lingxiu is going to try, although Rui Lin does not support it, but he does not oppose it, maybe, he may not necessarily want to shape Luo Lingxiu as an ordinary star, he thought.

Anyway, there is Mr. Qin behind him, and the one who should be popular always wants to be popular, not bad for the time of this literary film, but Luo Lingxiu's acting skills ...... "Director Wei said that I hope you don't bring too many assistants." ”

"I'll do it myself."

Rui Lin gave Wei Tao the address of the audition, and the next day Luo Lingxiu got rid of Qin Zhengqing, who was asking for all kinds of questions, and easily got rid of the bodyguards that Mr. Qin secretly ordered to follow him, and went to the place designated by the other party.

A very remote park, no tourists, the scenery is good, Luo Lingxiu turned around, and did not see anything like an audition, but there was a person sitting in the water pavilion in the park.

He looked young, feeling in his thirties at most, at the most attractive age when a man was beginning to be both mature and innocent.

Luo Lingxiu paused, he remembered Rui Lin's popular science, most of the fifth-generation directors have entered the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, although Wei Tao is young among them, he must have passed the confusion earlier.

This man was so young, it really didn't look like the person he was going to see today.

Luo Lingxiu didn't deliberately hide the movement when he was looking for someone, the man should have heard his voice, but he still sat there without the slightest reaction, looking up to himself and not knowing what he was looking at.

After observing him from a distance for a while, Luo Lingxiu also walked into the water pavilion and sat quietly next to the man, tilting his head slightly.

It was winter, and the wind at the water's edge blew cold and biting, and the lake was covered with a thin layer of ice, which was so thin that it looked like it was about to break at the tentacles, and occasionally the fish could be seen faintly at the bottom.

The trees on the water's edge are bare, with branches crisscrossing each other, creating all sorts of strange shapes.

The winter sky always looks very high, and even the floating clouds seem to be much less cold, scattered little by little over the blue sky.

The two men sat side by side, neither of them spoke, each looking at their respective skies in distraction, and sat for two hours at a time, without hearing a sound.

Two hours was just a moment for Luo Lingxiu, and in the past, when he was in retreat, sometimes he would spend decades with his eyes closed, and he might only meditate in front of a cave or a wall.

So he didn't feel uncomfortable, just quietly and silently watched the clouds drift to and fro, the occasional lone bird flying in front of him, or a little dust in the thin sunlight.

"Your name is Luo Lingxiu." Just when the man seemed to be never going to speak, he still didn't withdraw his gaze, but suddenly said.

Luo Lingxiu nodded, and realized that the other party might not be able to see it, so he added a "hmm".

"You're sad now, because the wind chimes in the eaves are dumb." The man finally turned around, and without identifying himself, he looked at Luo Lingxiu deeply.

From the front, his face is more out of tune with his age, and he really looks too young.

Luo Lingxiu vaguely felt a trace of doubt, but was distracted by the other party's request, this is the so-called audition?

He glanced at the wind chimes at the corner of the eaves, it should ring when there is wind, but there is no wind blowing at this moment, is it sad because of this?

Luo Lingxiu looked at the wind chime indifferently, and after a full five minutes, his expression did not change, nor did he say anything, he just watched.

After a while, the man suddenly burst out laughing, and he patted Luo Lingxiu on the shoulder, "You don't know how to act at all." Zhou Weixian has also been a little confused recently, and he actually recommended you to me. ”

"Director Zhou?" For Luo Lingxiu, Zhou Weixian is his other master in this world, and it turns out that Wei Tao's sudden invitation to audition is not a teacher, but a recommendation from Director Zhou.

"Surprised? I thought you begged him. The man smiled slightly, "That's right, Zhou Weixian is not a person who can ask whoever asks, but I still don't understand why he recommended you, if it's just for this face." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, "I watched your performance of "The Devil", it's very good, Su Guanyu is very suitable for you." But, that's the credit of the character, I still say that you can't act. ”

"What would you do?" Luo Lingxiu didn't refute, he didn't think he could act, although he didn't think he wouldn't, at least he thought that he was already very skilled at imitating a qiē qing, and few people felt that he didn't imitate it.

Wei Tao thought for a moment, "Probably, it's the same as you just now." He looked at him silently.

Listening to his answer, although Luo Lingxiu did not speak, it was obvious that he was waiting for him to explain.

Since he also thinks that such a superficial technique is okay, why do you say that he can't act.

Wei Tao stood up from the water pavilion and leaned on the railing, "Movements, postures and even verbal expressions are all plays, but they can be imitated with traces." I said you can't act, because you don't have drama in your eyes. ”

He glanced back at Luo Lingxiu, "No one should have said such things to you, you are also red now." But I need to tell you one thing, movies and TV series are not the same. Few TV dramas emphasize rhyme and bone, but movies are art. ”

He exhaled, "Even if more and more people don't think of him as art, he is always there, there is no form, no god." ”

Wei Tao pondered for a moment, then turned back to Luo Lingxiu, "But I understand why Zhou Weixian wants to recommend you to me, a person like you, once you have a god in your eyes, you are a natural artist." ”

"You were born an artist." Luo Lingxiu suddenly said that he was not displeased with Wei Tao's comments, he said it in a word.

Sheer.

It was the only breath he felt in Wei Tao, pure fanaticism, probably the best word to describe Wei Tao, as he always said, the box office, theaters, trophies, and prestige could not hold him back at all.

Wei Tao only has a fanaticism for movies and purely loves this kind of art.

However, after Luo Lingxiu finished speaking, Wei Tao shook his head, "No, I'm not complete. His eyes were precipitated at this time, like a heavy winding path, so that his excessively youthful face showed a heavy texture in his eyes that was in line with his age.

He touched his face, "Think I'm young?" I don't like to socialize with people, and there is part of this reason, Luo Lingxiu, you have such a good look, you should want to live with a good face, right? ”

Luo Lingxiu shook his head, "It's just a pink skeleton." "When it comes to beauty, which immortal cultivator is not radiant, once the body dies and the soul is destroyed, the appearance of death is just as ugly.

Wei Tao was a little surprised, "Among the young actors, there are few who don't care about your appearance so much." He could see that Luo Lingxiu really didn't care, instead of talking, he shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, I don't like this look either." ”

Although he looks a little surprisingly young compared to his age, there are also many people in the entertainment industry who have good looks, and he didn't have to deliberately avoid the world.

Luo Lingxiu vaguely felt that Wei Tao seemed to have a trace of inhuman aura on his body, but he was not a demon, not a ghost, not a spirit, not an immortal. It's contradictory.

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