"Ahh

Lin Mengze, who was washing film in the darkroom, rubbed his nose.

In the developer, a delicate lip was the first to appear, followed by a small Joan nose and a pair of eyes that smiled crookedly......

Lin Mengze clamped the photo to the wall with a small clip and looked at the photo intently.

On the day he returned to school, he took advantage of the white pigeon's inattention and quietly pinched the shutter.

Lin Mengze stood quietly for a while, then turned around and walked out of the darkroom, walked to the study, and reached out to turn on the floor lamp.

With the warm light, Lin Mengze's fingers swept over the top layer of the bookshelf. Well, it's this one, and there is a four-inch headshot sandwiched between the pages, and the little girl in the photo has a childish face with an arrogant and indifferent expression.

If I approached you at that time, would the story have changed direction?

Lin Mengze closed the page and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He originally thought that he was a cold-hearted person, but he didn't expect that after reuniting with the white pigeon, he found that his memory was much better than he imagined.

The fragments of those memories did not fade away with age, but were hidden in the folds of a certain year, waiting for the cycle of time to pull this memory out again.

……

This is the fifth day of Bai Ge's class in Zhuo's hometown.

For five days, Bai Ge arrived at Zhuo's house on time at nine o'clock every morning to help him water the flowers and make tea. For the rest of the time, Zhuo Lao spent his time writing and painting in the study.

The home is quaint and the study is huge.

In front of the bay window, there is a large desk, on which Zhuo Lao often paints all morning, with a focused expression that cannot be disturbed.

The sunlight climbed inch by inch on the rice paper, and a few bamboos were hidden in front of Duobaoge, and the white pigeon often looked at it, feeling as if time had stood still.

The small desk on the other side of the study, where the white dove sits all day and reads.

Zhuo's family has a lot of books, and the few books he selected, Bai Ge has carefully read and made notes. Seeing the sunset, the white dove took his leave and went home, and so on for five days.

It's not that I don't want to open my mouth to ask, but when I see Zhuo Lao's hair all white and his painting with a radiant look, I always feel full of Zen and can't bear to speak easily. I was afraid that my qualifications would be dull and displeased Zhuo Lao.

But without asking, the white pigeon felt like a fool who commuted to and from work on time.

Do you open your mouth to show your ignorance, or do you silently digest your ignorance?

Bai Ge thought that Zhuo Lao would give her a few acting lessons. Just like a TV variety show, the teacher will help the students mobilize their emotions and externalize and amplify them.

In her vision, the emotions taught should be anger, hysteria, laughter with tears, etc., and she would cry, suffer, and even go crazy in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

She is ready to let go of her face and let herself go, and she must not waste such a valuable learning opportunity because she can't pull her face.

But no, nothing.

In addition to reading a few academic books on acting, Bai Ge drank Pu'er tea for five days and watched Zhuo Lao paint for five days.

I just heard Lu Yuanhe say that the excitement of inviting Zhuo Lao to teach her was slowly worn out in five days, and she didn't have confidence in Zhuo Lao, but in herself.

The time to leave the plane is getting closer and closer, and my heart is becoming more and more unstable.

At night, the white dove tosses and turns, and it is difficult to sleep. simply turned on the lamp and sat on the bed to read the script. I imagined the scene during the shooting, the position of the characters, and rehearsed the dialogue repeatedly in my mind.

But the rehearsal in my heart only made me more anxious. The more I want to perform well, the more I am not confident in the scene of the performance. Before going to bed, Bai Ge secretly made up his mind that no matter what, he would take out the script for Zhuo Lao tomorrow to guide and guide himself.

Early in the morning of the sixth day, when the white pigeon arrived at Zhuo's hometown, Zhuo Lao had already made tea, sat in front of the tea table and gently fiddled with the tea pet with a brush. Seeing the white pigeon coming, he waved his hand and called the white pigeon to him, and before the white pigeon could speak, he slowly asked, "It's boring to read books these days, right?" Let's talk for a while today, what kind of person do you think I am? ”

This question was clueless, flat and straightforward, and the white pigeon had to answer respectfully: "You are highly respected, peach and plum all over the world, and you are an artist with both virtue and art." ”

Zhuo Lao waved his hand, "I'm not asking you to say this, I want you to say what you see in your eyes." ”

The white pigeon seems to understand, "You have good taste and elegant interests." Be kind and kind, and don't put on a show for the younger generations. ”

Zhuo Lao still shook his head.

"For the past five days, you and I have been with each other every day. If I say I'm going to give you a role now and let you play me, how do you play it? Zhuo Lao raised the teacup and sniffed deeply, "While you are observing me, I am also observing you." Let me start with my answer. ”

"You're in your early twenties, you're a pretty girl, but you don't lower your standards because you're beautiful.

You are very careful, I said that you remember the order and amount of water for watering the flowers once, which shows that you are attentive.

You are respectful to me, an old man, and I think you should be a filial child, knowing that the fruits I cut for me after I have diabetes are all selected.

You read attentively, your handwriting is beautiful, you can sit on the bench, and your grades should be very good when you go to school.

In the past few days, whether it is sunny or rainy, weekday or weekend, you have to enter the door on time at nine o'clock, which means that you are more self-disciplined in your life. One day when you arrived early, I saw you walking downstairs for a while, still knocking on the door at nine o'clock, you were very considerate of others, and you did not want to cause trouble to others.

You take the bus back and forth, and you are nimble with your hands and feet, and you are not a pampered lady. You don't have the heart to go out and want to be popular, I guess you don't have long to be an actor. There should be a very special reason for you to choose this path. After all, with your own conditions, if you want to be an actor, you don't have to wait until now. ”

Elder Zhuo poured out the cold tea in front of the white pigeon, and poured another cup for the white pigeon. "So, tell me what you see me."

The white pigeon was completely shocked by Zhuo Lao in front of him.

"What you said about high morality, virtue and art, that is the praise of others to me. It's not the conclusion you draw from your observations. Don't look at me with prejudgment, observe me. ”

The white dove nodded thoughtfully.

"Girl, I don't know why you want to be an actor. But I think that for Hull to take the initiative to beg me, it shouldn't be an ordinary girl. ”

The white dove shook his hands, "I don't know if I can do it well, but I think since I have a chance, I want to try hard...... Since I'm acting, I want to act well......"

"Little girl, your emotions are too restrained. However, this is not necessarily a bad thing for an actor. You want me to teach you to 'act', but in fact, the last thing an actor needs is 'acting'. The actor himself is a container for the character. To learn acting is to learn how to expose vulnerability in front of others, cut open your chest in front of outsiders, reach in yourself, and poke your heart. ”

"A Container ...... for a Role"

"Yes, the layman thinks that this is acting, but in fact, acting is to open one's senses and heart to the greatest extent, accept all stimuli, and give possible reactions." Zhuo Lao paused, "Learn to figure out, why is this character like this?" Why is there such a reaction? That's the first lesson I'm going to teach you today, observation. ”

The white dove smiled with relief.

Zhuo Lao's words made her pause.

His eyes rolled around, revealing a rare cunning, "You like Chinese painting and calligraphy, you like antiques, you like to drink Pu'er, you like to raise bamboo and orchids, you have diabetes, you are very careful about your diet, and I noticed that your teeth don't seem to be very good......"

The little girl is very good. Zhuo Lao twisted his beard and laughed with the white pigeon.

……

During these days, the happiest person was Han Bin.

Because, the president who has been operating at a high load for a long time suddenly stopped working overtime......

Han Bin even lived a life of getting off work at five o'clock every day...... He even started thinking about getting a girlfriend......

After all, with the intensity of his past work, he has neither the time nor the qualifications to fall in love......

Every night at half past six, Lu Yuanhe appeared at the table of Bai Ge's house on time, and he couldn't move.

Those lengthy meetings, complicated socializing, all came to an abrupt end.

So much so that there was a lot of discussion within the company, and even reached the ears of competitors. Everyone firmly believes that the abnormality of the universe must be brewing some big moves, and Lu Yuanhe must be ambitious and on guard.

Actually, there is ambition.

It's just ...... Steamed asparagus, plum cabbage button pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled enoki mushrooms...... That's all......

……

"How are you doing in class with Zhuo Lao?" Lu Yuanhe picked up a piece of asparagus and put it in his mouth. Well, it tastes good.

"The president is really not busy, I don't know what you mean by always coming to eat?" Qin Jiannan picked up a piece of broccoli and flew towards Lu Yuanhe. The little pigeon is busy enough to run in and out every day and prepare to join the crew, and he has to prepare four dishes and one soup every day, what is the situation?

Lu Yuanhe's face didn't change, the chopsticks didn't mean to stop at all, and he didn't even raise his head: "I eat my wife's cooking, what about you?" ”

This...... Are you jealous?

The white pigeon sandwiched a meatball for Qin Jianan, "Jianan, let's go out together after eating?" "Bai Ge just learned to "observe Dafa well" today, and I can't wait to go to the crowd to practice it.

“…… I'm going to have a meeting tonight! Qin Jiannan wailed.

Lu Yuanhe sandwiched a piece of ribs for the white pigeon. The voice softened a few times: "Have you thought about where to go?" ”

……

The evening breeze is blowing, and the lights are on. The bar street is lit up with neon lights, and it's about to enter the busiest time of the day. This is the beating heart of the city.

Business at Moët & Chandon is still very good.

Seeing Bai Ge and Lu Yuanhe walking in, Lin Pan put down everything in his hand and greeted him, first nodded at Lu Yuanhe, then turned to Bai Ge and said with a smile: "Long time no see." Then he pointed to the front of the stage, "The band is still there, without the lead singer, just waiting for you." ”

Seeing the white pigeon and Lu Yuanhe appear together, Lin Pan didn't show surprise.

It's just that when Lu Yuanhe went to order wine, Lin Pan lit a cigarette and whispered in Bai Ge's ear: "You come backstage for a while." ”