Carefully recall the experience of Jian Xiaohan since he entered the showbiz:

- learned from the male god how to use movements, sounds, etc. to steal the scene;

- Then, under the reminder of the mysterious male voice, I know how to use emotional substitution to express the emotions of the characters;

- Then, in the fragments of memory that emerged, he learned how to practice facial expressions with the male god.

However, none of these three methods can be applied to how to play a tree.

She is the only performer, do you want to steal the show! Is there any joy or sorrow in a tree itself? Also, does the tree have an expression?!

The male god teacher doesn't take such an exam! It's out of the scope of the exam, do you make it! This is called super-outline, okay?

Jian Xiaohan expressed dissatisfaction.

From the moment Fang Qinghan's voice landed, Jian Han's mind was constantly circulating, how should a tree act? How to act? How to act?!

The voice of the male god who is not good from time to time, this time it is dumb again, hum, obviously the male god himself has never played a similar role, so he can't even release a p!

Jian Han raised his head and glared at the male god dissatisfied.

Zhuo Jingzheng couldn't help but feel a gimmet when he looked at her bulging buns, and he bumped Fang Qinghan beside him with his elbow: "Hey, look at your question, the little girl is stumped, and I hate you!" ”

Fang Qinghan glanced at Jian Han's mobile phone as if unintentionally, and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily. ”

Jian Han's series of small actions, he can see it clearly, many of this girl's bad tricks are thought of by someone on the phone, I hope this time, someone will not let him down - alone on the top of the mountain for a long time, blowing a lot of cold wind, and I can't help but feel a little lonely.

Jian Han really couldn't think of how to play a tree well, so he glanced at He Yun silently and asked in a low voice: "Sister He Yun, where is the bathroom?" ”

He Yun was stunned, and made a simple gesture, Jian Han nodded, stood up, made an apologetic expression to all the actors and actresses present, and ran away.

When she got to the bathroom, she immediately took out her mobile phone, and this time it was really >

Little thing: Sir, the turtle played by the male god is very good, it is like a real old turtle waking up from hibernation, stretching its body in the spring sun, and bathing in the sun.

Little thing: He now asks me to play a tree, I can't play it,

The staff of the translation team all gathered in front of Jack's C stage and watched with relish, and Jack exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my God, they are discussing acting, and someone actually played a turtle!" Mrs. Hamilton actually wants to play a tree? How can a tree be played? ”

After reviewing the English words converted by the translation software, and finding that there were no words such as the same, Jack decisively chose to send them in their original form.

On the deck of the three-story private yacht, a large sun umbrella was propped up, and Leo lay on the beach chair under the umbrella, with a barrel full of ice cubes in his hand, and a glass of champagne diagonally, just waiting for the little thing to send a congratulatory message and open the bottle to celebrate.

When he received the message prompt, Leo swiped his phone, and the first thing he noticed was the crying symbol, he sat up straight and cried? Why?

After reading the text message of the little thing, he smiled dumbly, a tree? Is it hard to act?

Jian Han's hand held the phone tightly, in the quiet bathroom, she heard her heart pounding, she closed her eyes, and prayed silently, reply quickly, hurry up, hurry up-

As if hearing her prayer, the message prompt of the mobile phone rang rapidly, Jian Han was in a hurry for a while, opened the screensaver, and at a glance, the whole person was stupid, Mom, when he was so nervous, Mr. SOS actually used the habitual rhetorical answer again!

Mr. SOS: What do you think is the most important thing for an actor to create a role?

Jian Han cried with a sad face, her brain had completely become a mess, and she didn't have the slightest ability to think, she typed two crying symbols in a row, and replied to Mr. SOS: I don't know, woo woo woo~

Leo himself didn't notice it, when he saw a series of crying symbols sent by the little thing, his hard eyebrows and eyes softened, and a light chuckle escaped from his mouth, why did the little thing love to be coquettish, there was really nothing to do with her, he gave the answer very happily:

- Soul!

- For a character, the most important thing is the soul.

Master Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea", a large part of it is describing how an old man fights against the sea and big fish.

- On the contrary, he became a world masterpiece! It's because of the indomitable soul of the old man in the book!

- What about you, what is your soul? What is the soul of the tree you want to play?

Gu silently read the message that Leo sent to the oriental girl, and could see that he typed quickly, almost finishing a sentence and sending a sentence, and even these words, one sentence after another, it was like a person's soul torture on himself.

Suddenly, the Asian man, who had lived in the West for many years and had always been a little out of place, felt like he had a little bit of a crush on the superstar named Leo.

He half-bent down and typed several commands on Jack's C stage, and in the blink of an eye, the conversation between Leo and his Oriental girl turned into a garbled code, and Jack immediately wailed: "No! Dear Gu! You can't do that! ”

Gu had a face and said calmly: "Enough, you have got enough today, do you really want our website to go out of business!" ”

Ignoring the wailing behind him, Gu turned and walked towards his office, and at the same time made a mental decision to pay attention to Mr. Leo's Facebook later.

Like a thunderbolt, slashing down from the dark rainy night, Jian Han's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself: "Soul, the soul of a tree, what is it?" ”

In front of her, it was like a layer of translucent cellophane, as if she could poke the paper open as long as she stretched out her hand, but her hand weighed more than a thousand gold, and she couldn't move a finger.

Jian Han walked slowly towards the living room, and when she arrived at the door of the living room, she subconsciously stopped, and at a glance, among the actors and actresses who were talking and laughing, Fang Qinghan was sitting alone, with a smile on his face, but it was as if he was living alone in another world.

Her eyes lit up, hers, her soul!

What is the soul of a tree, she does not know yet, but what her soul is, she has already understood.