Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

Chapter 11

The air conditioner in the room is a bit old, and it has been turned on for a long time, and water will drip from under the two fan panels.

Shen Nian didn't find the right place, and happened to be sitting below, the water dripped onto his shoulders, he didn't react at all, his eyes were fixed on the person in the field.

Not only Shen Nian, Song Lei, but also others, their eyes never moved away.

The saddest assistant director, after bringing Jian Xichen in, found a corner and leaned against the wall shapelessly.

Watching Jian Xichen's performance, he was inadvertently brought into the play, his legs drummed, and he suddenly fell forward, as if he was kneeling in front of Jian Xichen.

His throat rolled down, and he yelled out "Emperor".

Jian Xichen slightly raised the corners of his eyes, and glanced at the man who fell on the ground out of the corner of his eye: "You don't have to put on airs like this in front of me."

Deputy director:"??"

Did this person take him for a play?

"Chen... I don't dare." The assistant director bit the bullet and fell on the ground.

Jian Xichen flicked his sleeves, turned his back to the assistant director, and waved the hand behind him indifferently.

According to the script, there will be guards dragging this person down at this time.

With just such a seemingly casual gesture of waving his hands, Chong Qiang's disgust, indifference, and partial helplessness were vividly expressed.

With a thought, Shen Nian looked down at the scene on the script.

It was written in the original script that Chong Qiang yelled angrily: Come on, drag it down.

The current scene was changed by Jian Xichen himself.

Obviously, it is more in line with Chong Qiang's gloomy character than the actions in the script.

Shen Nian slowly clenched the fingers holding the pencil tightly, the knuckles were stretched white.

The tip of the pen was tapped on the notebook, and it took a long time to write.

He has a vague realization that no matter how he paints, he can't paint one-tenth of the heavy Qiang in front of him.

"Ouch I'm going!"

Song Lei slapped his thigh with a slap, stood up abruptly, put one hand on his hips, and pointed at Jian Xichen with the other, "You you you" for a long time without a word coming out.

"Well acted."

Shen Nian walked lazily into the arena, with his gaze slightly lowered, he took the notebook and patted Jian Xichen's arm, and said softly, "The acting is better than what I wrote."

……

The scene of the palace is very large, and the audition room is a distance away from the set, walking along the south wall to the set, separated by a winding corridor.

Shen Nian walked with his head down, flashing through Jian Xichen's performance over and over again in his mind.

There is a term in Stanislavsky's performance system called claim experience①.It advocates the integration of actors and the roles they perform, and uses the emotions of actors in the roles to resonate with the audience.

Just now, Jian Xichen perfectly verified this theory.

Even Shen Nian couldn't see much trace of acting.

Talent is such an unfathomable thing.

Some people are amazing casually, some are bald, and there is only a broken melon field.

Not long after Shen Nian left, the phone in his pocket vibrated several times.

He took it out and saw that domineering and mighty "望" was played on the interface.

I: [Where are people? 】

Salted fish player: [Let's go. 】

Shen Nian sent several "yawning" emoticons, and a long string of them was hung up. The words "where are you" that I asked were immediately dismissed.

Shen Nian stuffed the phone into his pocket in satisfaction.

Jian Xichen had the word "望" on her head, so Shen Nian always had the illusion that she was reporting to the leader every time she sent a message.

At the end, the man replied seriously.

"I know."

Hey, isn't this really reviewing a memorial?

Shen Nian had just plugged in the phone, before he raised his eyes, the sound of footsteps was one second faster than his sight.

The pair of casual shoes that he bought with him broke into his vision.

Shen Nian raised her head speechlessly.

Long legs walk faster than people.

"Walking so fast? Don't want to see me?" Jian Xichen's ice face would loosen unconsciously only when he saw Shen Nian.

Shen Nian raised the script in Yang's hand, and said perfunctorily, "Go back to work."

Jian Xichen took a step, and walked up to Shen Nian's side: "We came together, shouldn't we go together?"

"Is there such a rule?" Shen Nian deliberately walked two steps faster.

I heard a low chirp from the side, just like the assistant director Chong Qiang chirped just now: "Childish."

"Who is childish?!"

One of Shen Nian's legs got stuck in the middle.

It's me being naive.

Because Jian Xichen's acting is so good, his script is inferior to him. If it is an old actor, Shen Nian might not be so sour after eating a mouthful of lemon.

But Jian Xichen is still a newcomer who knows nothing.

A newcomer, he crushed the script of an international A-award-awarded screenwriter.

Even though he didn't worry much about this book before, he has confirmed this scene.

Shen Nian admitted that he was stingy, and seemed to be a little bit angry.

He wondered if Jian Xichen was fooling him before, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The two were speechless all the way, and walked to the exit of the long corridor. From here, you can see the set-up set, and several characters are walking and playing against each other.

The studio was busy, and a field worker passed in front of them pushing a stack of prop boxes, and several boxes on the base were crumbling.

The field worker was blocked by the box and only focused on pushing the cart, yelling: "Walk carefully, be careful, be careful..."

The careless Mr. Shen walked quickly and hurriedly, heading towards the pile of boxes.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Jian Xichen pulled the person back, almost directly into her arms.

"you!"

Shen Nian suddenly couldn't continue with one word.

It's definitely wrong to curse people, they just saved themselves.

thank?Is this person still lying to himself?

"Thank you." Shen Nian said.

Jian Xichen let go of him, stretched out two fingers, and calmly said: "The second time."

Shen Nian was at a loss: "What second time?"

"You walk without looking at the road."

Shen Nian had a look of "what do I think is such a big deal" indifferently: "I'm blind."

Shen Nian is short-sighted, unless he is watching a computer and writing a manuscript, he usually doesn't like to wear glasses, he is used to the blurry scene.

"That friend of mine often does the same."

Jian Xichen's eyes fell on Shen Nian's eyes, but she didn't seem to be looking at him, her eyes were empty, unable to grasp the lingering meaning inside.

"I'm not your friend."

Shen Nian frowned, and sat down on the railing at half a person's height in the corridor.

Jian Xichen sat in the space next to him, and stretched her two long legs forward: "Do you have something to ask me?"

Shen Nian pursed her lips and looked at the actors on the set: "You really haven't learned acting before?"

Shen Nian didn't look at the person next to him, and restlessly scratched the railing between the two of them, "Are you a newcomer to a drama school? Did you come to me on purpose?"

Jian Xichen moved her thin lips and was about to speak.

Shen Nian retorted by himself: "That's not right, if there is a newcomer like you in any school, I wouldn't be unaware of it."

What Jian Xichen held back on the tip of her tongue turned into a narrow smile: "Do I still need to learn to play the role of emperor?"

"You are so narcissistic... you really look like a fool." Shen Nian rolled his eyes in disgust.

"I really want to be a fool." Jian Xichen propped his hands on the railing backwards, leaned back slightly, and his gaze just happened to fall on Shen Nian's right cheekbone, "It's a pity that someone disagrees."

Shen Nian's skin is a bit thin, thin and white, like fine white jade, soft and greasy.

Jian Xichen was fascinated by the fact that he had such a piece of white jade before, and it was given to him by someone.

"You're addicted to acting, aren't you?"

Shen Nian finally realized that he had been jealous for nothing.

Jian Xichen has amnesia, and also suffers from emperor paranoia.It is impossible to answer his question at all.

The bit of lemon I ate just now was sour, too sour would be boring.

Shen Nian sighed, brainwashing himself, let's forget about this.

He opened his notepad, and sketched a few strokes on it: "Chong Qiang is a small character, I didn't plan to spend too much time on it, but now you play it like this..."

"Enhancing your script."

Shen Nian scolded with a smile: "Is your zodiac a peacock? Do you feel uncomfortable when you don't open your screen?"

Jian Xichen raised his chin lightly: "Then Shen Qing is attracted by me?"

Shen Nian: "Pull your hair off."

Jian Xichen: "It seems that the opening is not enough."

Shen Nian: "..."

Jian Xichen saw the rough drawing on the notebook: "Are you drawing me?"

"It's not you, it's Chong Qiang." Shen Nian twirled his pen, "Yes, you acted so well, I couldn't even figure out the characters."

A decadent atmosphere pervades, like a hot summer afternoon, sticky and very unpleasant.

Jian Xichen took his notebook and scribbled on the draft.

He draws very quickly, and those rough and shallow outlines gradually become finer under his pen.

Shen Nian couldn't help stretching his head over, he didn't notice it, almost touching Jian Xichen's head.

"You can still draw?"

"One of the best in the world." Jian Xichen returned the notepad to him and said modestly.

"..." Shen Nian didn't want to complain anymore.

"Ouch."

Shen Nian was slow to avoid, Jian Xichen raised his head and bumped into his head.

Shen Nian rubbed his forehead, continued to look at the painting, the emperor's charm was completely vivid on the paper, and there was an arrogance that could not wipe away his anger.

Shen Nian picked up the painting and compared it with Jian Xichen's face: "Your iceberg face is indeed suitable for playing the emperor."

Jian Xichen pressed his notepad, pointed to Shen Nian's forehead: "It's red."

"It's not because your head is too hard." Shen Nian put the notebook into his arms, "I'll go back and think about this role."

Shen Nian stood up: "Director Song said when will you start filming?"

Jian Xichen looked at him, with an indistinct smile floating in his eyes: "Tonight."

"Ha!" Shen Nian walked away, "This exploiting class!"

As soon as he pulled his legs out, his phone vibrated as if urging him to die.

The "exploiting class" Song bowed his knees in words and was extremely firm in his stand: "Mr. Shen, I plan to rehearse Xiaojian's scene tonight. Look, can the scenes 16, 23, and 24 of Episode No. 25 be changed?" ?”

Shen Nian gritted the word "no" between his teeth.

Song Lei said with emotion: "The grand view of this palace costs millions a day, and it was delayed for several days a while ago..."

"Needless to say. At ten o'clock in the evening, let the coordinator come and get it." Shen Nian supported the pillar of the corridor with one hand, digging his fingernails on it to get angry.

Song Lei shouted happily: "Hey, hey, good! Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Shen."

I worked so hard...

Shen Nian rubbed his red forehead, his limbs began to scream and feel uncomfortable.

"Shen Qing."

"what?"

Now that Shen Nian heard anyone's voice, he wanted to scold them.

Jian Xichen narrowed his eyes, staring at the blush on his forehead: "It's not that you didn't write well, it's that you have never been an emperor."

The author has something to say: ① Advocating experience: Stanislavsky's system (that is, Stanislavsky's system), advocating the unity of actors and roles.His experiential art is characterized by actors "reaching subconscious creations through conscious mental techniques".