"So?" Ken's father had calmed down, with a business smirk on his face, "How are you going to oppose my decision?" ”

Ken didn't answer, and got up to leave the smoky study. In the bedroom, he looked at the luxury he had more or less liked, and somehow became angry in his heart.

His hands clenched tightly and burst out of the green tendons, he knew that even this would not change his decision.

It's been the same way from beginning to end, and it can't be changed.

The battle between father and son lasted for a long time, and he was not ready to take the blame, so he rubbed the volunteer sheet in his hand repeatedly.

"If he doesn't let me go, it's not impossible for me to fill in the film school application myself." Ken tucked the volunteer slip in the book, and acted carefully as if he had some kind of treasure.

The young boy had a dream of the future, and he had no idea that his old father was not far away, thinking about how to stop the dream he had kept in his heart for an unknown amount of time.

The college entrance examination is in a few months, Ken's results are not bad, and after the exam, he is very comfortable and has not bothered about admission.

A few days after the college entrance examination, a thin admission letter was sent to his home, not the film school he hoped for, but a business school, and his father coerced and enticed him to fill in his second choice.

A quiet emotion spread in his heart, and Ken casually threw the acceptance letter on the table without paying any attention, waiting for his father's second confrontation.

Obviously, it was his father's doing. The business school he applied for is world-class, and the admission threshold is so high that even Ken is not 100% sure, and the film school score should be more than twice as low.

In order to stop him, the corners of his mouth curled into a sneering arc, he quickly tidied up his clothes, and rushed to find his father but ate a closed door.

"Young Master." Father's secretary poked his head out of the study, "The president wants you to reflect on it, I will freeze your bank card today, as for when you figure it out......"

The secretary seemed to be speechless, he took out a note from his hand and handed it to Ken: "Just go to this college to report, the time limit is only this holiday." ”

Ken indifferently glanced at the note in his secretary's hand, which he recognized in English, and the handwriting was familiar, the handwriting of his good father.

Ken had no intention of taking it, and he jerked around and left the place. At that moment, there was no helplessness about the blocking of funds, but more of a deep joy and a sense of relaxation.

Ken didn't go home for a few days, and lived at a friend's house to live on his remaining savings.

He had already begun to travel on various sets and meet all kinds of people. If you are lucky, you can run into a group performance position, get an honorarium of a few yuan, and live a life that is not rich and self-satisfied.

In fact, he also tried to find some directors who had some friendships on weekdays to ventilate, which was almost the meaning of Mao Sui's self-recommendation, but unfortunately, the person who really accepted him really didn't appear, but the person who made fun of him could catch it.

After all these years, Ken seemed to have tasted the frustration of the world for the first time, and it wasn't long before he could guess that it was a disguised threat from his father, hoping that he could follow his planned life tricks and walk firmly.

Stumbling along the way, it is not easy for Ken to be able to receive one or two cannon fodder roles from the original group actor to now.

This noble son is a miserable actor, he pounces on it, endures the humiliation of never having a meal, but he has never given up, and this life has been until now.

He Chenxi was deeply touched by Angelia's story, she glanced at Ken's distant figure, and always felt that she could see his shadow.

"He's very good." He Chenxi praised loudly, with a smile on her face, and her voice was unhurried, "It's not easy for a squeamish young master to endure it until now. ”

Angelia nodded, and her face seemed to be moved with heavy makeup: "That's true, I can't say exactly how much he has changed from the past to the present, but it's not a small one after all." ”

There seemed to be a little wrenched in her words, but He Chenxi knew that she was more appreciative, admiring the grandeur of a gentleman disciple and the persistence of working hard for her dreams.

There is no reason, He Chenxi's heart can more or less pass over his previous figure, why didn't he fight everything for the acting industry, the reason is simple, and the word love is enough to sum it up.

The makeup artist who helped Angelia remove her makeup was very nimble, and she could get some tedious things done in two or three minutes, and she couldn't help but smack her tongue when she looked at He Chenxi.

The two walked out of the set together, talking very little, but there was no sense of loneliness. Unusually, the gap between the two is gradually thinning again.

The filming of the script began quickly, and He Chenxi made a phone call to Ken that night, and without wasting any lip and tongue, he went straight to the point.

"Our script starts shooting tomorrow." He Chenxi's voice was faint, she looked at the moonlight in front of the desk, and there was a vague feeling of amazement in her heart.

Ken's voice was noisy, with the sound of machines arguing with women all the time, it sounded familiar, it should be on the set.

He Chenxi looked at his watch, it was already the third watch in the middle of the night. But doesn't Ken go home to rest and make a little money by filming night scenes on the set at this time?

Before she could think about it, Ken's voice came from the phone, he must have changed his seat, and the noisy voice was only faint and not very obvious.

"He." Ken's voice was tinged with joy, "What you just said, it's too loud for me to hear." ”

He Chenxi said it patiently, and Ken, whose voice had just fallen, began to cheer: "This is naturally the best, but do I need to bring something myself?" ”

"There's no need for that." He Chenxi spread his hands, and his tone was a little ridiculous and unobtrusive of concern, "Remember to bring your people to me, don't exhaust your body, although our crew is small, we don't accept people with disabilities." ”

There is a meaning in and out of the words to talk about Ken's filming of night scenes. The latter just shrugged his shoulders undeniably, looking at the gray sky and feeling that he could keep the clouds open and see the moon.

Ken got up early the next morning, and he worked until more than three o'clock in the morning to film the night scene, but he didn't mean to be sleepy, and his spirits were so excited that he couldn't clean it up.

He Chenxi arrived on the set a little later than him, looked at the way he rubbed his hands, smiled faintly, and stepped forward to quip: "Why, so early." ”

"Huh." Ken spat out a monosyllable, and the rest of the smile was all on his face, "Isn't it a little urgent, and you have to be positive to be the master when you finally turn over." ”

He Chenxi understood what he meant from the bottom of his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was faint.

The rest of the crew and personnel arrived soon, and there were only about a dozen people in total, and there was no fine equipment, so it really looked like a small workshop.

Soon the shooting began, and He Chenxi sat at the side of the camera, watching Ken's rusty but extremely spiritual performance, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Ken is an actor with great shaping value, and now He Chenxi can completely pack a ticket and say that just because of his true feelings after acting, I don't know what ordinary actors can compare.

But it's still a little short of perfect, but it doesn't seem to be far from that.

The first scene ended smoothly and urgently, and Ken's eyes were full of unfinished business. He walked over and looked at He Chenxi, and turned his head very naturally: "It feels really good to finish the whole scene." ”

"Indeed." He Chenxi said such a sentence nonsensically, and she suddenly felt that there was something wrong with what she said, and she complained in her heart for a while.

Ken's eyes sparkled, and as soon as this scene ended, he began to think about the next scene. He Chenxi watched silently from the side, and Qianqian's fingers slowly swiped across the script.

Most of the places she pointed out were scenes that didn't seem very simple, and Ken's expression shook and he naturally followed: "He, how do you think these things need to be acted to show true feelings?" ”

When asked like that, He Chenxi was unexpected, she suddenly let out an "ah", as if looking at the script thoughtfully: "What you need most in this scene is to bring your whole heart into it." ”

After speaking, He Chenxi scratched his head a little thoughtfully, although this kind of question is not the first time to answer, the answer is consistent every time. But she really believes that acting comes from life, and only by bringing in her own feelings can the audience experience the emotions of that character.

Joy and joy for a virtual character, her sorrow and sorrow.

It's the first time Ken has heard this kind of words, and in the past, when he asked those directors, he basically got a perfunctory sentence: "I will come out after seeing more and practicing more." "It's the only time someone has told him about it.

It is impossible to deny that the words are a bit false, but the specific effect is also uncertain, and it may depend on the individual's understanding.

And she doesn't deny Ken's understanding, and she even thinks Ken can accomplish better than anyone else.

Ken's eyes flashed with some brilliance, he tightened his hand, looked at He Chenxi and wanted to thank him, but heard her continue: "How to do it specifically, I'll play with you later, rehearse it first, don't hide it, and don't take into account whether the opponent's acting skills are good or bad for you, there are too many distractions and it's not suitable for acting." ”

As if he understood or not, Ken responded. His eyebrows and eyes stared at He Chenxi's face, and his words were a little shocking: "Why don't I call you Teacher He?" ”

Looking at Ken's serious appearance, He Chenxi didn't feel a sense of disobedience.