Lu Yang pulled Li Lin into a small room, and then left him rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the room, as if looking for something, Li Lin on the side looked at the room by himself when he saw this.

The room is not big, just a bed and a cupboard, a table and a stool, but the room is well lit and looks bright.

"Found it." Lu Yang threw a plate to Li Lin, "Let's go, I'll take you to Lao Sun's room to put this plate, I promise to help you brew feelings." ”

Lao Sun ...... Li Lin was also quite speechless when he heard Lu Yang call Sun Shengwei like this, because Lu Yang's title reminded him of a monkey who went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures.

The monkey always called himself Lao Sun.

Lu Yang saw that Li Lin didn't move, so he grabbed Li Lin and dragged Li Lin to Lao Sun's room, "I took a look at your score, the lyrics should be a tribute to the black resistance movement!" ”

"The meaning of black skin to him is the ...... in a lifetime of dedication and the struggle of skin color."

Lu Yang hummed according to the tune on the score, "The lyrics are well written, this kind of tone is just right with this kind of lyrics, otherwise it will lose a notch." ”

"Hmm!" Li Lin nodded and said: "This is what I wrote after hearing about Mandela, the black leader of South Africa, and it is a special lyric to pay tribute to him." ”

"Since you wrote it, why can't you sing that kind of feeling?" Lu Yanghu glanced at Li Lin suspiciously, he originally thought that Li Lin's songs were collected from other songwriters, but he didn't expect Li Lin to say that it was his own.

Worst! Li Lin was shocked, and then calmed down, "At that time, inspiration came, and now I can't find that feeling, so I lose my emotions." ”

"After all, emotions can't last forever."

"That's just as well." Lu Yang didn't doubt Li Lin's words too much, because classic songs are inherently unavoidable, and many classic songs were written by songwriters after a burst of inspiration, and they couldn't write them if they were asked to write them afterwards.

Li Lin said that it was normal for him to not find a feeling.

"But when you watch my disc first, you should feel it after you finish watching it." Lu Yang pushed open the door of Lao Sun's room and skillfully inserted the disc into the DVD, "This film is called "Mississippi is Burning". ”

"It's an old film, although it's not about the black human rights movement in South Africa, but it's also black, and you're going to watch it and use this film to brew feelings."

"Music without emotion is like a woman without a soul, beautiful but empty."

He learned this method from actors.

Many actors often need to cry when filming, and some ordinary actors will directly wipe the pepper when filming the crying scene, but those professional and conscientious actors will not do this.

The top actors who can easily bring the crying scene are naturally just a little brewing, but some middle-level actors who are not high or low, in order to play the crying scene well, run to watch various tear-jerking films or recall the tragic situation in their past, and then slowly burst out their feelings and cry.

"I'll try." Li Lin sat on the bed and watched.

"Mississippi is Burning" tells the story of Ku Klux Klans hijacking a station wagon carrying three civil rights activists in Mississippi, USA, and the FBI sends two agents to investigate.

On the surface, the film has nothing to do with the black human rights movement, but many people know that Ku Klux Klan members have always been white supremacist terrorists.

The film directly reflects the horrific atrocities of the Ku Klux Klan's oppression of blacks and the inaction of local governments under pressure from certain officials.

After reading it, Li Lin's whole person was not good, "Do you dare to be bored?" ”

He watched the film and wanted to sleep.

He felt that he was a mediocre person, and he had no way to understand the thoughts expressed in the whole film, so he naturally found the film boring.

"Didn't it work?" Lu Yang's brows furrowed, he glanced at Li Lin, who was almost drowsy, and had a headache, "If this doesn't work, then I won't have a good solution." ”

He didn't know much about the black human rights movement, and the only film he had ever touched was "Mississippi Burning," and if it didn't work, he didn't know what to do.

"Maybe we can try another film." Li Lin had an idea in his heart, and he asked: "Lu Yang, do you have the film "Schindler's List" here?" ”

He checked his memory, and there are all kinds of movies in this world.

"Yes, yes, but does this work?" Lu Yang asked strangely, "Schindler's List" is about the persecution of Jews, and it has nothing to do with blacks.

"It's all persecution, and Jews are not much different from blacks." Li Lin waved his hand, "It's a big deal, I'll just make up the Jewish brain as a black person at that time." ”

Brain Supplement! Lu Yang's face darkened suddenly, but he didn't say anything, just replied to his room, but after a while, he came over with a plate, "You try "Schindler's List", if it doesn't work, we will continue to change until you feel it." ”

"In short, if you don't brew feelings for a day, you don't sing for a day."

"So as not to insult the song "Glory Days"."

Lu Yang is very strict with Li Lin.

"By the way, you fast-forward the film to the plot that you think is touching, and I'll watch the touching plot directly."

"It's good."

Li Lin sat on the bed, looking at "Schindler's List", and when he saw Mr. Jarris, a Jew, knock out his gold tooth and have it made into a gold ring for Schindler, he recalled the history he had heard about.

Instead of water, poison gas flowed from the sprinklers of the German bathrooms and steam rooms.

In his mind, images of Jews being slaughtered flashed by, and then the Jews who died became blacks, and the persecutors of blacks became whites.

And then, he remembered the picture he had seen in his previous life: it was a picture of the Chinese being slaughtered by the Japanese.

A child, whose neck was broken by the Japanese with cruel hands written on it, was just a child, who was supposed to live an innocent and happy childlike life, but the Japanese invasion destroyed all this, and he broke the child's life with his cruel face and sinful hands.

"The people of this plane are so happy." Li Lin muttered, then closed his eyes and stopped watching the film, he already understood that the miserable experience of both Jews and blacks was just a piece of news for him, and it was impossible to resonate with him.

Only the massacre suffered by the Chinese in history is an indelible pain engraved in the depths of his soul.

Only these pains can arouse his emotions and resonate with him, because everyone is shedding the same blood, and he empathizes with their pain, "Lu Yang, I think my feelings have been brewed, please help me record." ”