Chapter 143: The Levels of the Crying Scene

The Pyeongchang campus of Chinese opera is not large, only about three to five hundred acres.

But in the scorching summer, Xu Zhen and the others walked from the square to the watch guide building, and they were still sweating.

As the name suggests, the Directing Building is a teaching building shared by the Department of Directing and the Department of Acting.

Xu Zhen went through the formalities in this building when he came to report this morning, so he is no stranger to this road.

The senior in charge of recruiting led them up the stairs to the third floor, then turned to the left and pushed open a hidden double door.

Xu Zhen went in to take a look and found that this was not an empty classroom as he imagined, but a small theater.

The size of the theater is not large, similar to that of a lecture theatre, and it can only accommodate two or three hundred people at most.

The stage occupies more than one-third of the area, and there are seven or eight rows of dark red upholstered seats under the stage, and the layout is very compact.

This kind of theater is a bit like the big country stage, where there is no distance between the actors and the audience.

When the actors perform on stage, they can almost feel the heat emanating from the audience, and the psychological pressure is so great that you can imagine it.

"Teacher Meng, I brought a few freshmen over!"

After entering the door, the senior who led them over shouted at a middle-aged man on the stage, "They said they wanted to see our rehearsal, is it okay?" ”

Xu Zhen followed the senior's gaze and found that this "Teacher Meng" was a middle-aged man who was not tall, bald, with a slightly fierce face, and he didn't look very easy to mess with.

As soon as these words came out, Teacher Meng then turned around, saw Xu Zhen and the others, and nodded: "You can see, it's just a rough row today." ”

"Put your phone on silent, don't take pictures, don't record videos."

"Don't make a noise during the rehearsal, find your own place to sit."

Xu Zhen and the others got permission, and immediately took out their mobile phones to mute them, and then went to the audience to find an empty seat.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Xu Zhen always feels that Teacher Meng has been staring at him.

However, he has recently developed a sense of being a public figure, accustomed to the gaze of strangers, and does not find it strange.

There weren't many people in the small theater, and there were empty seats everywhere in the audience.

Xu Zhen and the three of them quietly walked back along the aisle, but they unexpectedly met an acquaintance.

- Meng Yifan.

The eyes of the two collided, and they were stunned at the same time, and then quickly looked away from each other, and neither of them paid attention to the other.

There is no grudge between the two, but it is just a joke and a slap in the face.

But don't speculate for more than half a sentence, there is no need to have anything to do with the people you hate.

After a while, the three people in Xu Zhen's bedroom found a place in the back and sat down.

Shen Tang saw that there was no one nearby, and whispered to Xu Zhen: "Do you know Meng Yifan?" ”

Meng Yifan was sitting in the front row at this time, Xu Zhen glanced at the familiar back of his head, and said, "I don't know each other, but I happened to be in a group with him during the art exam." ”

Shen Tang sighed: "Oh, you two are in a team, that's really unlucky." ”

Xu Zhen said in his heart, indeed, with me, he is quite unlucky.

Shen Tang shook his head with a sigh on his face and said, "Hey, the past is unbearable." ”

"I used to live in a compound with him when I was a child, and in just a few years, I was almost driven crazy by him."

Immediately, he briefly talked about how Meng Yifan didn't listen to cats and ignored dogs when he was a child, and Xu Zhen also shared with great emotion his experience of being teased by him when he and Ayimu were in the art exam.

The two have obviously known each other for less than half an hour, but they have become a lot closer because of their "common hatred" for Meng Yifan.

I have to say that even if it is annoying like Meng Yifan, there is also the value of waste utilization.

……

On stage, the short intermission ended quickly and a new round of rehearsals resumed.

Xu Zhen just listened to two sentences and found out: The play being rehearsed on the stage is the classic repertoire of Beijing Renyi's "Ten Thousand Lights".

He has watched countless film and television dramas in the past two years, but there are not many dramas, only a dozen or so, and "Ten Thousand Lights" is one of them.

The reason why Xu Zhen went to watch this drama was not because of the artistic achievements of "Ten Thousand Lights" and how famous it was in the industry, but because the heroine of this drama was Shen Danqing.

Last spring, he once participated in a variety show on Blueberry Satellite TV as Lin Jia's assistant actor, "I Am an Acting School".

This was his first and only exposure to stage performance to date.

At that time, Shen Danqing, as the mentor of the show, asked Xu Zhen to audition for Du Xinyu, the heroine in "Like Fog, Like Rain and Like Wind".

Time was in a hurry, and Xu Zhen didn't have time to prepare, so he directly copied Yu Mei's performance that year.

Shen Danqing's vision is so tricky, he can see the clue at a glance.

However, not only did she not ridicule Xu Zhen for being opportunistic, but praised his ability to imitate, suggested that he imitate more classic plays, and recommended some of her own works half-funny and half-seriously.

Xu Zhen is very concerned about this.

After getting off the show, he immediately searched for these plays, some rearranged to watch the scene, and those that were not rearranged to watch the video, including the "Ten Thousand Lights" that was being rehearsed on stage.

Xu Zhen feels that he is far from having any "art appreciation ability" now, and he can't taste what is good about dramas, especially some avant-garde dramas.

But it can't be good-looking, but it can be seen badly.

For example, now, on stage, a little girl of the same age as herself plays the 80-year-old "Mrs. He", which makes people very uncomfortable to watch.

There are many reasons for this.

For example, her body movements are very twisted, hunched over, lame, and her hands tremble violently, Xu Zhen knows that she probably thinks she is playing the "old dragon clock", but in reality, she only looks like a broken robot.

For example, the little girl screamed with tears in her eyes, "I have been widowed for forty years", which looks very sad indeed.

But her sadness is not like an old lady who has suffered all the sadness and pain of the world, but like a little baby who has not eaten enough, and suddenly finds that the bottle has bottomed out.

Xu Zhen was thinking like this, and the performance on stage had been stopped.

"It's still not right," instructor Meng Xiangdong looked at the girls on the stage and frowned, "You cry, crying is too childish." ”

"The feelings are full enough, but the taste is wrong."

While speaking, he secretly glanced at Shen Danqing who was sitting in the corner with his peripheral vision, and said quietly: "You recall Mr. Shen's version, this cry should be a grievance cry, a bitter cry, and a bitter cry." ”

"Her husband has been gone for 40 years, and she is not crying about her husband, but what has happened to her in the past 40 years."

"You're crying, crying without layers."

"Do you know what I mean?"

On stage, the girl who played Mrs. He wiped her tears and nodded ignorantly.

But off the stage, Xu Zhen was thoughtful.

He was still thinking just now, he was also crying, what was wrong with this girl's crying.

After Teacher Meng said this, he thought clearly, it turned out that he was crying without level.

This girl's feelings are like opening the floodgates and releasing water, and all her feelings are leaked out at once; But Shen Danqing's performance back then had a process of gradual collapse, shattering people's psychological defenses little by little.

Xu Zhen turned his head to look at Teacher Meng.

This gentleman feels like it matches my brain circuits very well!

Go back and find out who this teacher is, and you should listen to his lessons more.