He Bing smiled, but laughing was more uncomfortable than crying.

"Look at you, now you know, the masters are smoky all day long, and they will prepare breakfast for us at three o'clock in the morning, how difficult it is, you still pick and choose," Jiang Xun appeared just right, he touched He Bing's chest with his hand, "Brother comrade, do you still have a ......conscience?"

Han Qing's eyes widened and looked at Jiang Xun, didn't he come up with this sketch, let He Bing arrange it!

"Either Jiang Xun, even Dean Xu likes it, people are sensible, they know that they hurt people, unlike some classmates, eat us, drink us, and make a sketch to arrange us, you have the ability not to eat in the Chinese opera canteen, no canteen will treat you ......" The uncle empathized with his face.

Get!

He Bing shook his head, in the second half of his junior year, in the first half of his senior year, it seems that he can't eat a piece of meat in the cafeteria of Chinese opera!

"Come, Jiang Xun, bring your rice bowl over," the uncle looked at Jiang Xun with a smile, "What do you want to eat, say!" Chicken, here's a piece of chicken liver, and chicken heart, this chicken thigh gives you ......"

Han Qing's eyes were about to smoke, and the chicken in Jiang Xun's rice bowl was gone, and the master was still not happy, so he added a chicken head to him.

"Oh, I love chicken heads, and this cockscomb is the best." Butt and follow Jiang Xun to sit down, Han Qing stretched out his chopsticks and was about to take the chicken head away, but Jiang Xun covered the rice bowl with his hand, "Get up, I want to draw a line with the two of you." ”

Xunzi!

He Bing sat beside Jiang Xun with a butt, "You are the initiator of this sketch......"

"But it's you who perform......" Jiang Xun smiled, "I'm just mentioning that, what are you really doing." ”

"Hey, hey, look at him, he still beat him upside down, no, I don't eat chicken legs today, I can't comfort my injured heart......"

He Bing stretched out his chopsticks and wanted to take away the chicken legs, Jiang Xun's chopsticks fought with him in the air, Han Qing was empty, took away the chicken head, took away the chicken liver, Wang Ban came over and ate the chicken heart, and the big brother Li Hongtao simply took the basin away......

"Hey, I haven't eaten it yet......" He Bing chased after him and shouted, making the younger brothers and sisters laugh.

Returning to the long-lost campus, arguing with these long-lost classmates and grabbing food, Jiang Xun is very proud, and the days related to youth are always so beautiful.

Attending classes, leaving classes, volunteering, and talking with visiting scholars...... It's also not interesting.

"Xunzi, go play basketball." As soon as Hu Jun shouted, the two of them were the tallest in the class, "If you don't come back, I don't even have a center, okay, now we're going to sweep up the entire Chinese opera......"

On the basketball court, Hu Jun and Jiang Xun were well matched, and a three-point shot fell steadily into the basket.

He Bing was with a group of girls, constantly shouting and cheering, "Hu Jun, hat, Xunzi is too ......"

He never forgot the cafeteria.

Jiang Xun looked at him and watched Hu Jun jump up, but the little man from the drama department was stunned and got under his arm and picked the basketball into the net.

Wow –

There was applause all around. Hu Jun looked at the little man stupidly, more than ten centimeters shorter than himself, and he was stunned.

Ahem cough - cough cough cough -

Hu Jun was making a fuss, and when he heard someone behind him coughing, he looked back angrily, He Bing was standing behind him, talking to Chen Xiaoyi proudly, and when he saw himself turning around, he smiled and grimaced.

Oops –

He Bing too, you are looking at the playground, Hu Jun smashed the basketball directly, he was stunned and didn't react, the ball smashed directly on his body, it didn't hurt, but it was a shame.

"It's not me, it's really not me......" He Bing saw it, it was Jiang Xun who stood behind Hu Jun and learned Hu Jun's cough, but what this generation had suffered fell on his head.

Yes, Jiang Xun came back in less than three days, and he suffered two losses.

How can I say that I also have the reputation of Xiao Zhuge in Chinese opera, and I suffer a loss, so how can I do it?

"Dude, do you have an opinion on my brother...... "In the afternoon, it is Teacher Yan Gang's class, this class is an elective, it talks about the art of pantomime by teacher Wang Jingyu, and by the way, I will talk about European mime, and the London International Mime Festival......

"Branch secretary, how dare I," Jiang Xun smiled, "You are the person I admire the most......

"Come on, you stop you, steal vegetables and I'll write an inspection for you, donate blood and I'll roll up your sleeves for you, you fight for the big guy, now the canteen dishes are ready, everyone reads your credit, it's me and Qingzi who are tired and suffered, and now you let Hu Jun hit me with the ball and ......"

Oh, Jiang Xun was moved.

Why does it seem that he is heinous, unforgiving, self-isolating himself from his dormitory buddies and from his Chinese opera classmates......

"Say it yourself, what do you want to do?" Standing in the classroom, seeing that the female classmates were coming, He Bing seemed to have to take such a breath today.

Jiang Xun didn't say much yet, but Teacher Yan Gang walked in, "Xunzi, where are you still in the Chinese opera...... and everyone was happy.

This kid, the Chinese drama has simply become his hotel, and he has been filming outside all year round.

"Teacher Yan Gang, where else can I go, this year, I promise that you will not miss a single class, and you will study honestly on campus."

"I'm afraid it's hard to ......," Yan Gang said with a smile, "Let's go to class first." ”

"During the Spring Festival this year, we all watched Mr. Wang Jingyu's sketch weightlifting, and the chicken eating in the past few years is still fresh in our memory, and I call the artist who performs without words a "silent poet" ......

Jiang Xun took notes seriously,

The so-called mime, also known as "pantomime", is a kind of drama that does not use dialogue or singing, but only expresses the plot through actions and expressions.

Originating from Europe, mime has been contaminated with many North African dances and rituals before the ancient Greek theater, extending to the Roman Empire, Italy, France, and absorbing the lively and lively characteristics of Latin Tin.

Mime has a lot of smoky black humor in England and a deep Germanic flavor of cold thinking in Germany.

Later, mime became more popular with the general public in the market, with a simple curtain background, a simple set of clothing, wearing a mask with character, or with exaggerated shapes or rich facial expressions, imitating or improvizing the joys and sorrows of life, and the positioning of mime was determined.

In the 20th century, due to the innovation of film technology, the era of silent films was the most glorious period of mime.

The most influential mime master in the world is Charlie Chaplin, who was the king of comedy in the silent age.

In China, it is Wang Jingyu who has made the performance of mime fascinating, as well as Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao, who performed pepper noodles in the Spring Festival Gala.

"Finally, I would like to emphasize that as a silent form of performing art, stories are told in a silent way through body movements, facial expressions, body language, etc., without the support of any language.

It touches people's hearts with silent power, penetrates language barriers, and allows emotions and plots to be conveyed and led through visual expressions

It resonated deeply with the audience. ”

Teacher Yan Gang looked at these students in the audience, future actors, "Mime is the top part of the performing arts pyramid, requiring actors to have high performance ability, our sketches, I haven't seen the sketches in the form of mime......" Teacher Yan Gang looked at everyone and smiled, "When can you arrange a mime sketch for me, let me also open my eyes?" ”

Eyes?

Everyone is unhappy now, this week's sketch has not yet landed, and when everyone is standing up and packing up their books and notes, He Bing shouted out.

"Teacher, it doesn't take any time, just now, Jiang Xun will be done." He Bing didn't hesitate at all, and pushed Jiang Xun from behind, "Look, he stood up by himself." ”