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Liu Mengmeng is a girl full of imagination and enthusiasm, and in QQ chat, she wantonly outlines the future. Xu Hao likes to chat with Liu Mengmeng, there is no pressure, there will be no ordinary girl's tsundere princess disease, she can talk about whatever she thinks, and she doesn't need to care too much about the other party's feelings.

"Mengmeng, when you come to play during the summer vacation, my brother may have become a star, and then you will have to ask my brother for an autograph and a group photo."

"Brother, I also want to be an actor, I'm here to play during the summer vacation, can you take me to act?"

"It's not easy to act, it's up to me." There are still more than two months left before the summer vacation, and Xu Hao thinks that after more than two months, he will definitely be able to get out of the way, and it is not easy to help Liu Mengmeng report a play.

"Thank you, brother, I will definitely fight my parents to come to Hengdian this summer, and I will work in Hengdian as a Hengpiao."

"Well, tell me when you come, I'll arrange everything for you."

"Won't it be too much trouble?"

"You also underestimate me too much, with my ability, isn't coming to Hengdian equivalent to coming home. When the time comes, if I don't arrange it properly for you, you will occupy my house when you come, and I will sleep on the street!" ”

"Hee-hee, I believe brother!"

"That's right." Xu Hao continued to brag to his sister.

In fact, it can't be said to be bragging, at least that's what Xu Hao thinks. He only arrived in Hengdian on the 11th, and on the 14th today, he ran for three days in a row, all of them were running group specials, and there were at least dozens of numbers in his hands, including group leaders, special actors, and crew members.

This is just the beginning, and before long, Xu Hao believes that his mobile phone will store the phone numbers of casting directors, assistant directors, directors, producers and even film and television company owners.

Without this confidence, Xu Hao didn't come to Hengdian anymore.

"By the way, brother, I always wanted to ask you, will you still take the art exam next year?"

Xu Hao was silent for a while, and then sent it in typing: "I will be 50 years old!" If you can't pass the test, I won't take the test! ”

He used two exclamation points in a row in an attempt to add weight to the sentence. But only he knew in his heart that if he continued to send voice messages, his tone would definitely not be so sure.

The art exam is easy to say, draw and answer the questions to participate in the interview, and it will be OK. But Xu Hao has participated in the art examination twice, and he can't pass the provincial unified examination each time, not to mention the independent student selection exam of the art school later. Xu Hao wants to go to film and television art schools, such as Nortel, Chinese opera, and drama.

But these art schools, the enrollment threshold is too high, fighting for talent, background, luck, and money.

It is not an exaggeration to say that thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge.

Xu Hao's truth is that he has been paying attention to the [Hong 2 Meisheng Group], has been paying attention to the art examination and enrollment information, and has always planned to continue to take the exam and be admitted to the ideal art school. It's a pity that he also understands that his current level is still one step away from meeting the standard.

I used to be too playful, sketching was an outing, class was sleeping, and the guide had been studying for a few years, but I didn't learn anything. What is even more difficult is that he began to hate school, hate continuing to go to school, and hate the way others look at him as a repeater. This made Xu Hao, who has always been proud, very uncomfortable.

He desperately wanted another way to prove himself, to prove that he would not be useless just because he failed the art exam.

So he came to Hengdian to prove himself.

To put it bluntly, the so-called proof of oneself is not evading, evading previous failures. If Xu Hao is really confident and admitted to an art school, he doesn't care about other people's eyes at all, in the final analysis, he has lost confidence in the art exam, so he has to use other ways to cover up his cowardice.

Maybe he'll take the exam for the third, fourth, or even fifth time, but what about after that?

Failure after failure, this kind of blow, Xu Hao didn't believe in his heart that he could bear it. When I was fifty years old, it was just a hypnotic of myself, trying to strengthen my heart.

Liu Mengmeng obviously didn't know Xu Hao's complicated thoughts, she saw Xu Hao's oath, and sent a cheering expression: "Haha, brother will be my junior brother in the future." ”

"Gotta sè!"

"Hee-hee."

“……”

After chatting with Liu Mengmeng for half an hour, Xu Hao took the initiative to end the chat, although he likes to chat with Liu Mengmeng and fart, but he now has a sense of urgency that time is not waiting, and he doesn't want to waste a little time.

He planned to study "The Beggar's Music" this noon.

He searched for information about Hengdian on the Internet, and heard such a sentence, why can't Hengpiao produce stars, two sentences summarize: "The masses have no plain zhì, and the special has no acting skills." ”

Except for a small number of people who run extras, most of them are migrant workers and dropouts who have worked outside, and their knowledge and cultural level is not high, so they are naturally uneven.

This point is very obvious, Xu Hao only needs to turn his head to look left and right, and he understands.

They are all people who can fall asleep when they go to the ground horizontally.

When observing extras, the standard is su zhì, and when observing special actors, the standard is no longer su zhì. It doesn't matter if it's almost true, as long as the play is good, the director is willing to ask for it. But the difficulty is that acting is too valuable, few celebrities can have good acting skills, not to mention this group of special appointments in Hengdian.

A lot of special contracts are just based on appearance, and the scenes are obtained.

or handsome and beautiful, suitable for being a vase; or ugly and strange, suitable to be a harlequin; or older, suitable for middle-aged and elderly people.

The acting skills are really ethereal and hard to find.

Xu Hao doesn't think he has any acting skills now, and what can he do to impress the director without acting skills, so he needs to think about his own acting path.

This micro-film "Beggar's Music", since it is claimed to be a compulsory film for future art schools, must have something special.

"Hope it helps me."

……

The video opens.

The first is an opening logo, a cartoon tree stump appears in the picture, and then, a white cartoon rabbit runs on the right side of the picture, and hits the tree stump, and a black cartoon old farmer walks on the right, carrying a hoe, and picking up the rabbit.

And the rabbit hit the place of the stump and slowly cracked a few big words.

"Rabbit Guardian Studio."

This should be the "Beggar's Music" production studio.

The logo ends, and the video officially begins.

The camera close-ups of a hand, holding the bow of the violin, pulling the strings of the violin, a melody that Xu Hao feels familiar, but unfamiliar, comes out of the sound cylinder.

Every movement of the hand is like the sound of the violin, producing a rhythmic rhythm.

The next moment, the camera changed.

It's a close-up of a face that's dirty and messy with hair, but the expression is intoxicated, as if immersed in music. The shoulders under his face, shrugged and shrugged, which immediately reminded Xu Hao that he was playing the violin.

But then, the imagination is interrupted, as the hand reappears in the picture, and the camera zooms farther and farther away, from the front, to the back. It can be seen that the person who plays the violin has a big black and shiny back, which is definitely not comparable to the bird's nest hairstyle of the person just now.

This is a man playing the violin in an empty classroom.

The camera shifts to the outside of the classroom, a somewhat dilapidated neighborhood, with a sign hanging on a house that reads "Elegant Piano Practice Room", and not far from the sign, a ragged beggar sits on it. The beggar is the person whose face is close-up just now, sitting on the steps of the flower bed, also dancing and playing the violin.

Ironically, he didn't have a violin in his hand.

But as the camera switches back and forth between the outside of the classroom in the classroom, the feeling is different. It is true that the beggar does not have a violin in his hand, but his every movement, including the subtle amplitude of the tremor of his hand, is exactly the same as that of the person playing the violin in the classroom.

This beggar, indeed, was playing the violin, even though he didn't have a violin.

His movements, his expressions, his intoxication when he closes his eyes slightly, all look like a real violinist.

At the end of about 2 minutes of violin music, the scene of switching back and forth in the classroom is also over. The picture came to the busy street, and the beggar playing the violin squatted on the overpass road, waiting for the handouts of others. In the broken bowl in front of him, there were only a few steel hammers.

Morning, noon, afternoon, and evening, the four times are expressed by the sun in different directions in the sky. After evening, the beggar picked up the broken bowl with little harvest and began to rush back.

This time, he passed by the "Elegant Piano Practice Room", and a violin song from the beginning came out of the studio.

The beggar's cloudy eyes suddenly had a glimmer of light, he put down the broken bowl, tidied up the tattered clothes, slowly approached the teaching room, leaned on the window and looked inside. A man with his back to him was playing the violin, combing his big black and shiny back.

After that, every time the beggar finished work, he would lie down on the window and watch the violin play for a while.

One day the beggar did not look any further, but sat on the steps of the flower bed and gestured with his hands. Time flies, and the beggar's gesture goes from being incomprehensible at first, to gradually looking like it, and then to the intoxicating super imitation performance at the beginning. It was as if he had really learned to play the violin.

Then, on the busy streets and overpasses, the beggars no longer sit and wait.

He began to play the violin into the air, his self-absorbed, undisturbed by the outside world, performing his own way. His harvest went from the first few steel hammers to the appearance of hundred-dollar bills; From ragged clothes to old clothes with holes; From the bird's nest to the rubber band.

He was like a violinist, more and more like a beggar.

His expression is no longer that of a beggar who has been given alms, but that of a proud performer with self-respect.

The sun rose and the moon set, and it was another sunny day, and the beggar continued to play silently, when a passer-by came under the overpass and put down an old violin beside him.

The man turned around and left, his back very much like the one who played the piano in the study room, with the same big black and shiny back.

The beggar watched the man go away in astonishment, and slowly, pilgrimaged, came across the violin.

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