Early in the morning, the sky was bright.
Wang Junxiang was a little excited. He woke up too early. It would take at most 30 minutes to get there by bike from his house. Class started at 8:30 pm, and he woke up at 5:30 pm. After washing up, he had nothing to do, so he went out.
After leaving the residential area, they crossed the Sanli River to Ping 'anli. Further ahead was Houhai. After crossing Houhai, they arrived at Nanluogu Alley.
In the morning mist, the capital was unusually quiet. Wang Jun pedaled the broken car until he reached the entrance of Nanluogu Alley before getting off.
The alley was a one-way street from south to north. It had not been completely turned into a pedestrian street, so vehicles could still pass through. However, the street was too narrow and there were too many objects. He was afraid of bumping into them, so he pushed the bike slowly.
Gray bricks and green tiles, vermilion eaves and green pillars, old-fashioned courtyard houses, half-angle doors that could be seen from time to time…This alley was even quieter than the morning. Compared to the big city outside the alley, one was like a lively youth in the daytime, and the other was like a young girl who was lazily dressing up.
The people living in the alley were all old people from the capital. They also got up and rested at this time. He spoke with a unique Beijing accent. The pots and bowls collided, the door opened and closed, the children rode to school, and the sound of the old man playing with birds made the silence a little noisy.
He walked further north and arrived at East Mianhua Alley. Before he reached the entrance of the alley, Chu Qing heard a faint sound coming from behind a gray wall in some house. At first, he couldn't hear it clearly. It sounded like many people were talking. Later, he stopped and stood there to listen carefully.
"I love our Qing Dynasty, but I'm afraid it's over!”
" Eeeee…Ahhhhh…"
"When we are rid of this dying skin, what will come in the slumber of death?”
"The wind has stopped, the rain has stopped. Colorful sunlight is shooting out from the snow-white clouds. The clouds in the sky were filled with multicolored light, and a rainbow bridge was erected.”
“……”
Some of them were like actors in Beijing opera, some were just tongue twisters played by children, some were angry princes, and some were tea customers in old Beijing teahouses.
These voices drifted in the alley with the morning mist. Wang Jun didn't find them beautiful. He didn't know where the lines came from, so he thought they were a group of babbling lunatics.
After listening for a while, he felt bored and pushed the cart into the school gate.
He walked slowly inside and passed by the pitifully small field. To the south, there was a row of old-fashioned bungalows. It was a music room, and there was a row of eaves in front of the house.
Under the eaves, on the open space outside, and even on the field, there were students practicing their lines. Some were crisp and loud, some were gentle and beautiful, and everyone's faces were full of vitality. This was a scene that only belonged to the ivory tower.
The students were doing morning exercises.
Every day from six in the morning to before breakfast, the students of the performing arts department would come out to exercise, practice their voices, practice their pronunciation, and practice their lines. The lower grades usually had tongue twisters and simple lines. By the third year, they would gradually become poetry and prose, long monologues, and so on. These had to be practiced during morning exercises.
The requirements and management of professional classes in Central Drama Academy were extremely strict. Students had to record attendance when they went out for morning exercises. No matter if it was cold or hot, windy or rainy, this was an unshakable rule. If they didn't show up a few times, they would be considered as skipping class and would be punished.
Everyone said that there were three great ways to level up-fighting monsters, treasure hunting, and entering the academy.
I've finally reached this level!
Wang Jun sat in the small classroom and looked at the room that wasn't very bright. At this time, he still didn't know what kind of growth he would get here. She just felt that she hadn't gone to school for too long and was actually a little nervous.
There were four classes today, two in the morning and two in the afternoon. The classes in art schools were different from other universities. There were very few big classes, and most of them were small classes. Moreover, classes like acting classes and lines classes had to be closed off and outsiders were not allowed to listen. The classrooms had their own unique characteristics. The chairs were all arranged in a circle, leaving an empty space in the middle for the students to perform.
Even in theory classes, the teacher would ask the students to perform from time to time. They placed great emphasis on practice, so there were naturally few teaching materials. It was the teacher who taught and the students who took notes.
Wang Jun was taking notes very seriously.
The two classes in the morning were about the introduction to the elements of acting. The teacher wrote a few lines on the blackboard, such as five strengths and six senses, observation, imagination, sense of propriety, sense of humor... Then, he talked about these words for the entire morning.
Wang Jun started to feel that it was very complicated. After listening to the teacher's explanation, it was indeed very complicated.
After listening to it in a daze, he finally understood a little when he practiced it in the afternoon.
Everyone gathered in a circle. The teacher sat in the middle, holding a stack of cards in his hand. He asked the students to draw one by one and then perform according to the requirements on the cards. This was actually a very direct form of contact. Everyone was not familiar with each other, and the first to go up and perform was a little uncomfortable.
A girl who had drawn " Walking into a movie theater that was already on, it was pitch black, and she couldn't find a seat " stood in the middle of the room in a daze for a while. Then, she actually put her hand under the shade and looked around…
Then, there were those who drew " reviewing their homework and hearing a mouse biting something "," came back hungry and ate a smelly meal "," there was a strange smell in the house…", and so on.
Their performances were more or less exaggerated. Their movements were large and their expressions were strong, but they were also very vivid. At least, others could guess what they were doing.
These were actually the most basic elements of performance. Sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch. These five senses constructed the basic framework of all performances.
When it was Wang Jun's turn, he drew a card of the comprehensive type: While reading, she found evidence of her lover's betrayal.
He secretly curled his lips and did not think about such a nonsensical proposition setting.
After thinking for a moment, he moved the stool to the middle and sat down. He leaned back and crossed his legs as if he was reading a book.
He flipped through one page, then another, with a fixed frequency. He paused for a little longer on one page, then flipped through it again.
Wang Jun stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, and returned to his original position with the stool.
His performance was plain and dull, completely lacking the lively atmosphere from before. The students clapped their hands politely, but the teacher's eyes lit up. There was only one card in the stack that was of the comprehensive type, and it was drawn by this young man.
The teacher had thought that he would show panic, anger, confusion, or even shouting. However, he was just flipping through the book quietly. Only in that moment did he show any emotional fluctuations.
This was not to say that Wang Jun's acting was very good. The teacher's praise for him was because he had his own clear character setting.
There was no specific routine for this kind of performance.
When you found evidence of your lover, you were right to be angry or cry. The only important thing was how you set your character's personality and how you would act according to that personality.
However, many people could not understand this. When they saw this question, they did not start from the character's personality. They simply thought, how would this person react? This kind of performance was like a tree without a foundation. No matter how luxuriant the branches and leaves were, it would still appear exaggerated and unstable.
If Wang Jun knew what his teacher was thinking, he would definitely be ashamed. He wasn't that high-end to set up a character's personality. He was just thinking about how he would react if he encountered such a situation.
He felt that he would be in a daze for a while, and then he would become like that just now.
However, he still found it quite interesting. He did not understand the theory, but when it was put into the role and in the movie. His imagination, senses, sense of humor, and image were instantly exposed.
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