Renyi's eighty-ninth version of the thunderstorm was established in July, at the end of August and the beginning of September, and it is about to enter the synthesis stage, after the synthesis is a row, and the courtyard is expected to be staged on the 11th National Day, which is also a very meaningful thing.

In this sweltering summer, the actors in the play rehearsed in the morning, rehearsed in the afternoon, and rehearsed in the evening, just to perform this classic drama well and be worthy of their roles.

As a corner A, Pu Cunxi has put a lot of effort into it, and he has performed very well, Jiang Xun in corner B is going to be a junior this year, and he is under a lot of pressure, although he may not be able to stand on the stage, but whenever he looks at Director Xia's calm gaze, he can't relax.

The scene to be rehearsed today has no other people's role, it is his solitude with Gong Lijun.

"I hope you understand what it was like. It's not a one-day thing. Gong Lijun looked at Jiang Xun with a resentful expression.

Jiang Xun avoided her gaze, his gaze was the same as that of the big man, flickering and jumping, "Father is like that, one sentence is another." ”

"But if someone says something, I have to listen to it, and that's against my nature." Gong Lijun suddenly raised her voice, and now her grasp of the emotions of the characters is no longer Gong Lijun two months ago.

Brother Pu trained her, the director taught her, and the old comrades reminded her, and she herself made rapid progress.

"Xunzi, this sentence is not right, my father has always been like that, he said a word is a sentence." Director Xia Chun rang the bell to stop, and he gently reminded on the side.

Jiang Xun's face was a little red, when did it happen, could he still say the wrong lines?

When he started again, he was wrong again, and he went back and forth seven times.

Gong Lijun felt that the feeling that she had finally found was gone all of a sudden.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Director Xia Chun was still not in a hurry, and the lighting engineer couldn't listen to it anymore, "Xunzi, please, you said that your father has always been like that, and he said that he said a sentence, isn't it?" Still haven't eaten? ”

Even the lights memorized the lines, and the rehearsal hall burst into laughter.

Director Xia Chun also laughed, but Jiang Xun was really right this time, yes, the big guy can have lunch.

"Xunzi, what's wrong with you, why are you regressing more and more!" Pu Cunxi walked over, with a slight reproach in his tone, that is, Director Xia has such stamina and can listen to Jiang Xun say his lines seven times.

In fact, Director Xia's plays are all honed out like this, this endurance and this grinding, without the support of deep cultivation behind it, cannot be calm.

"Brother Pu, I always want to act well," Jiang Xun also thought, today I really met a ghost hitting the wall again, and I was stunned to say a line seven times.

The two walked to the cafeteria like this, Gong Lijun followed silently, she just wanted to stay away from Pu Cunxi now, Brother Pu could even talk about her, saying that she didn't walk like Fanyi.

Today's noon canteen dishes are very simple, sesame sauce mixed with beans, and cold noodles with water.

Put the beans into the cold noodles, Jiang Xun came to the back kitchen and filled two large spoons of sesame sauce, poured some vinegar, and peeled a few cloves of garlic.

"Xiaopu, Liu Housheng from the Chinese Drama Magazine came over in the afternoon, watch your Zhou Ping, play well." Xia Dao was eating noodles, still slow.

Jiang Xun looked up at the old man sitting under the window, at noon in the summer of the eighties, the noise in this canteen seemed to remain in the depths of his heart.

There are young people, there are hopes, there are masters, there are inheritances......

Pu Cunxi agreed, and Director Xia Chun picked up the teacup, "Xunzi, you can also prepare." ”

Gotta come!

Jiang Xun picked up the rice bowl and tapped it with chopsticks, and the coarse porcelain and bamboo made a crisp sound.

Renyi rehearsals have always disliked others to watch, even other people in the same courtyard don't go to the rehearsal hall to wander around if they have nothing to do.

This Liu Housheng "is the old man of Chinese drama and the editor-in-chief." Brother Pu seemed to know that Jiang Xun was going to ask, so he took the initiative to answer for him.

What will be rehearsed this afternoon is the scene of Fanyi and Zhou Ping's private meeting in the morning.

"Oh, that's Liu Housheng......"

Jiang Xun served himself a bowl of noodles again, so he walked in with an old man dressed as a rural person, and the two looked like old friends.

"Pu Cunxi, I have watched his plays, and I am very impressed...... Well, this Fanyi and Zhou Ping are a scene, it's not easy to act......"

The two sat down at the dinner table, and Director Xia Chun also walked over.

Jiang Xun had a flash of inspiration, took the initiative to go over, and picked up the bowl to hold noodles for So Zhi and Liu Housheng.

Liu Housheng glanced at him, then looked at Xia Chun, and he gently tapped the table with his fingers, "This scene, if it is well acted, is the explosion of the characters, Fanyi and Zhou Ping will be sublimated, and they will stay in the hearts of the audience for a long time, if the performance is not good, this drama will be dumb......"

"Fanyi is a student of our eighth and seventh classes, and Xiao Pu is Su Min's son," so Zhi was very satisfied with this casting, "Xiao Pu's performance has nothing to say, well, in this way, let's eat first at noon, taste the noodles in our cafeteria, and after eating, there will be this performance feast......"

Liu Housheng was not polite, he ate half a bowl of noodles, Jiang Xun wanted to come over to get noodles for him again, the old man wiped the sweat on his head, raised his head and glanced at Jiang Xun.

The people of Renyi are average-looking, there is no particularly handsome, it can be said that they don't look at their appearance, but this young man looks really good, he really doesn't look like a Renyi person.

"We are in class 87, this time we used young people," Xia Chun motioned to Jiang Xun to continue to fish noodles, the old man had a good amount of rice, "I also play Zhou Ping in this play." ”

Well, he's not.

Jiang Xun was stunned, the noodles shook, and the soup splashed on the table.

"Will Zhou Ping make noodles for people? Zhou Ping is not such a sunny child......" Liu Housheng handed over the bowl.

Jiang Xun didn't know if he should put this noodle in the bowl.

Yes, this hasn't been done yet, and this old man can't look down on himself.

"Well, his name is Jiang Xun, and he has played the first floor of the world, and I personally think he plays Zhou Ping well." Director Xia Chun said slowly.

Jiang Xun was grateful, he glanced at the sweaty old man and held the thing in his hand.

……

In the afternoon, when he entered the rehearsal hall, Jiang Xun leaned in front of the window, and Director Xia Chun called Pu Cunxi over.

"Liu Housheng is very picky, don't be nervous, how to act or how to act......"

"What did the director tell you?" Seeing Jiang Xun picking up the script again, Gong Lijun followed, and the editor-in-chief of Chinese drama came, and she was under a lot of pressure now.

"Nothing." Jiang Xun didn't want Gong Lijun to worry too much, "Acting, they watch theirs, we still play our ......"

……

"I'll ask you to sit down for a moment." Gong Lijun did not have stage fright when she came to power.

"What's the matter?" Pu Cunxi twisted his head to the side, he kept a distance from Gong Lijun, just like Zhou Ping and Fanyi in the play, "You seem to have something very important to say."

I'll talk about it. ”

"This state is Zhou Ping." Liu Housheng whispered to the people around him.

Although Pu Cunxi is often seen on TV, but when the costume is on, Liu Housheng feels that Director Xia Chun really worked hard to choose the role, and Zhou Ping, played by Pu Cunxi, was born with that flavor.

"Lao Xia, didn't you just say that this kid also acted well," Liu Housheng suddenly remembered Jiang Xun, "I'll also watch his performance, is it?" ”