Zhang Jie rolled his eyes.

They continued to watch.

"True crying refers to the actor's real emotions when he plays the role in the play, and naturally performs the crying scene, which can also reflect the actor's crying training skills and is a way for the actor to prove his acting skills.

Of course, there are different types of true crying. The first is to move the truth, that is, in the process of performing the crying scene, the actor recalls his own personal experience, such as the death of a loved one, the pain of unrequited love, etc., so that he can successfully cry sincerely.

The second, entering the play, refers to the fact that the actor has put himself into the role and cries with true feelings.

The third type, crying without a heart, refers to the fact that some actors can cry anytime and anywhere without any inducement.

Finally, the actor can choose the appropriate crying skills according to the needs of the plot and the actual situation, if the actor's crying training skills have not reached the point of perfection, you can choose appropriate tools to help you enter the role and interpret the crying scene. ”

After reading this sentence, Huang Feng was demented and pondered repeatedly.

Zhang Jie looked at him, looked at his obsessive appearance, and said to Xu Dong, "This person has become Jia Baoyu, if you don't go crazy, you won't survive!" ”

"Perhaps, he's going to come to enlightenment later!"

It's just that at this moment, Huang Feng is thinking about those skills repeatedly.

Be devoted, cry with true feelings, not fake crying.

You can use your own sad things as a trigger, and then escalate to extreme sadness, and then cry heartlessly.

He seemed to have enlightened, and he felt that he could.

He thought of many things, the love of his grandparents for him, the sad mood he felt when they died, the red sunset, the teaching director, the narrow house where his parents live now, and the fact that Miss Song was killed to save herself.

His sorrow began to rise in his heart, and then, the corners of his eyes moistened, and then, he began to sob, and then he covered his face and began to cry bitterly, and once he cried, he did not want to take it back at all, he had to cry without heart and lungs.

He started crying, he couldn't control it anymore, he went to the bathroom, in a partition, and started crying.

Xu Dong and Zhang Jie didn't take it seriously at first, but then they felt more and more that something was wrong, they kept asking Huang Feng, but Huang Feng didn't answer and continued to cry.

Zhang Jie and Xu Dong seemed to understand, and when they saw the four words in the book, they seemed to understand.

Huang Feng's crying brought them together, and they began to sob, and then they also began to howl and cry.

For a while, the cry shook the heavens and the earth.

Some people who went into the bathroom for some reason asked them one after another, but they didn't speak.

Finally, a security guard rushed in, "What's wrong?" ”

Xu Dong was reluctant to let go of the feeling of crying, and he raised the book in his hand.

The security guard looked at it, "Crying skills!" ”

"It turns out that you are practicing crying, this is the rhythm of preparing to test actors, well, I admire you, you go on!" The security guard said.

The security guard is very dedicated, he goes out and waits outside the bathroom, every time a man comes into the bathroom, he has to be specially reminded, "There are people who are preparing to take the actor exam practicing crying, don't disturb them!" ”

Those people also understood, and when they came in, they all glanced at them, for fear of disturbing them, and these people took care of themselves and left quickly after solving the problem.

A few of them cried undisturbed.

Until Huang Feng suddenly said, "What time is it?" “

Xu Dong saw it, "It's five o'clock in the afternoon!" “

"Hurry up and go out for dinner and bring your things to the scene!" Huang Feng said.

He walked out, tears on his face, but his demeanor was back to normal.

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For dinner, they simply ate some Guilin rice noodles, and then went to the funeral home.

It's not the same place as during the day, many memorial halls are rented out, and many grieving families are here to see off their loved ones.

Crying came from everywhere.

In the hall on the first floor, they saw a lot of performers, who seemed to be preparing for the upcoming performance.

There are small bands, with more than a dozen people, all preparing, and many who are ready to cry are also preparing to cry.

Huang Feng and they also invited accompaniment, which were a few old acquaintances of Xu Dong, all of whom were very good musicians, some played drums, some played the saxophone, and a few other instruments, these people only accompanied, not sang.

The person they had asked for arrived, and they walked together to their client.

It was a larger hall, and at the moment, there were a lot of relatives and friends, the man was crying, the hostess was greeting the guests, talking, and talking about things, and her father had been helping her.

Huang Feng and the others stepped forward to greet the hostess, and then began to prepare.

It was now past seven o'clock, Huang Feng and the others put down their musical instruments, went up one by one to offer flowers to the deceased, and bowed.

It's just that the hostess's father came over, "Now we need some atmosphere, can you start crying in advance?" ”

Xu Dong was about to say something.

Huang Feng coughed, looked at the old man's expectant eyes, and nodded, "No problem, uncle!" ”

"Well, thank you, the people from our hometown are not here, otherwise, they will cry!" The old man said.

It is estimated that this old man will never forget the funeral customs of his hometown.

In the past, many old women in their hometown would cry, and when the funeral came, they would sit on the ground and cry, crying out to the sky and grabbing the ground, and the grief was inexplicable, but when it was time to eat, they immediately stood up and stopped crying, these are all relatives who will cry.

"The time hasn't come, my rice noodles haven't been digested yet, I'm going to you!" Xu Dong was so depressed that he said to Huang Feng,

"Huang Feng will go for a while, let's go on, relay, cry until the performance starts at eight o'clock!" Zhang Jie said.

Xu Dong nodded helplessly.

Huang Feng walked in front of the spirit, he looked at the old man in the ice coffin seriously, it seemed to be a kind old man.

He remembered his grandmother, who was also like this, lying in an ice coffin and leaving.

After an afternoon of training, he has mastered the art of crying.

He began to brew and was ready to get into character.

It's just that at this time, the old man was anxious, "Why don't you cry, the people in our hometown will cry as soon as they say cry!" “

Huang Feng couldn't speak, he had already entered the role deeply.

He remembered many, many things, and he was no one else.

The old man thought that Huang Feng ignored him, and walked directly to the hostess's side, "Are they okay?" “

"Aren't you a liar?" A relative said.

The hostess looked at Huang Feng, "He should be able to do it, wait!" “

The old man looked at Huang Feng and continued to be anxious.

Huang Feng was already sobbing.

Countless sorrows seem to converge into a river.

Over there, Xu Dong and Zhang Jie were ashamed of themselves there, and they were also starting to brew, so as not to cry later.