I was just thinking about taking the arts exam and you said I've been playing supporting roles

Chapter 15 "Are you interested in auditioning for a role?"

"if--"

"I am a bird..."

A deep and magnetic voice came out of Chen Jin's mouth slowly, almost word by word.

Chen Jin read slowly.

But it is this slow rhythm that makes the tone of the poem suddenly become heavy.

He even took a few steps forward, and then stopped: "I should also sing with a hoarse throat!"

"This land battered by storms!"

"This is always surging over our—"

"A river of grief and anger!"

Chen Jin spoke these three sentences in a fast and clear tone, and his voice suddenly became higher, each sentence higher than the last.

The whole person's aura seemed to transform into a calmness of grief and indignation along with this poem.

Then the calmness turned into a more violent voice: "This is endless-"

"Blowing——"

"Angry wind!"

Swish!
Chen Jin made a sound with his hands, as if he was swept up by the wind, and his expression became solemn. His tone turned low again, as if he was sighing, and paused: "And that~~from the forest--"

"So gentle—"

"dawn!"

During this sentence, Chen Jin's tone dropped three times, his eyes suddenly closed, and his voice seemed to become hoarse and even lower.

The word "dawn" sounds like a sigh.

Then there is silence for 3 seconds.

As deep as silence.

"Then……"

"I am dead!"

These words came out lightly from Chen Jin's mouth as he closed his eyes and felt it.

The three words "I'm dead" actually gave everyone in the audience goosebumps.

It's very light and ethereal, but these three words make people feel a strong sense of resonance.

It was as if Chen Jin was really dead.

"Even the feathers are rotting in the earth!"

Chen Jin closed his eyes and let his hands hang there, but his palms were open, facing the ground, as if he was enjoying it.

And at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes again.

There seemed to be a warm emotion surging in his eyes, slowly turning red.

“Why do I always have tears in my eyes?”

This sentence is a rhetorical question.

The voice was not as sad and high-pitched as everyone imagined, but rather a helpless inquiry.

Chen Jin stretched his head forward, and finally seemed to be relieved, with a smile on his face, letting the tears slide down his face, his hands already clasped on his chest, closing his eyes and speaking word by word, his voice becoming clearer and clearer: "Because I love this land--"

"Love deeply!"

The last four words are clear and thought-provoking.

It seemed as if it roared out from Chen Jin's chest, echoing throughout the art examination classroom.

silence!

At this moment, the entire art examination classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was staring at Chen Jin blankly, even the teachers were no exception.

Chen Jin bowed, did not wipe the tears from her face, but returned to her seat with a smile.

Only then did Huang Lei react. He looked at Chen Jin deeply, then suddenly stretched out his hand and clapped with a smile.

clap clap clap!
The other teachers, and then the students, also started clapping.

Several girls looked at Chen Jin with curiosity, still thinking about the poem Chen Jin had just recited.

Did you read it well?

In the eyes of professionals, of course it is good.

The art students didn't quite understand it, they didn't know if it was good or not, but they were all very moved, even if you couldn't understand why Chen Jin cried when reading this poem, and some felt it was fake. But you have to admit that he recited it quite well.

Whether it is body language, facial expressions, the emotions and twists required for the poem, they are all in his recitation just now.

This is obviously a proof of strength.

And that's what great poetry is, it has the power to penetrate time.

You may not feel anything at the time, but sometimes when you suddenly think of this scene today and connect it to the last two sentences, you will have a very special feeling.

"Okay, last one!"

Huang Lei looked at a girl, she was No. 3199.

Two minutes later, Chen Jin's class finished their art exams. Huang Lei watched the students walk out one by one, and then he said to a teacher next to him, "No. 2 is fine!"

“I almost cried while reading it aloud!”

Huang Lei rolled his eyes with his fingers, and the teacher next to him smiled and said, "It's really good. No one in the previous years performed so well in the preliminary examination. Both the body shape and voice characteristics are good?"

She looked at the other teachers, and the teachers of body shape and vocal music all nodded: "There are no shortcomings, the basic skills are very solid, they should be the skills of a child!"

"I've never heard of him. His resume is blank. He's a high school student!"

Huang Lei frowned and muttered while holding Chen Jin's registration form: "Chen Jin, I don't have any impression of her at all? I definitely know a child star, but she may not be able to act at this level!"

"You have to practice your tongue from a young age..."

It’s just like Peking Opera, crosstalk, etc., which we practice with paper since childhood.

"Try again and see something else!"

"It would be fun if we could beat Xiao Yangzi, Zhang Yishan and the others!"

"They definitely have an advantage in performance, but their basic skills are not necessarily the best!"

A few teachers were chatting there, and soon the next round of candidates walked in, and Huang Lei and others immediately stopped talking.

Outside the door, Su Wanyu rarely asked Chen Jin how he did in the exam.

She was afraid of discouraging her son, but several candidates who had finished their exams looked at Chen Jin, which surprised Su Wanyu: "What's wrong? Why did they all look at you before they left?"

“It performed so well that it attracted attention!”

Chen Jin was speaking shamelessly, and Su Wanyu spat in his face: "How could I give birth to someone as shameless as you?"

"That's what it is!"

Chen Jin curled his lips. He felt that this first test would definitely be a great success.

Unfortunately, my mother didn't believe it.

"When will the art exam results come out?"

Although the probability of her son passing the exam was almost zero, Su Wanyu still asked symbolically.

"I don't know. Wasn't there a text message notification?"

Those who have passed the exam will receive a message on the reserved mobile phone number.

"I want to ask about the specific time..."

Su Wanyu obviously didn’t say the next sentence so that she could buy the return ticket in advance.

"I'll go ask!"

Su Wanyu walked towards the teacher who was calling out the numbers, and she came back a moment later: "The list of those who passed the preliminary exam will be posted on the bulletin board downstairs the day after tomorrow morning, and it will also be announced on the website!"

"Oh!"

Chen Jin responded, and the two of them prepared to go back to the hotel as they had a preliminary audition at the Central Academy of Drama tomorrow morning.

This is more difficult than the Beijing Film Academy. In addition to poetry recitation, you also have to perform on assigned topics.

Chen Jin finished an exam and walked out of the performance building with a relaxed look.

A beautiful girl wearing glasses and with a camera hanging on her chest suddenly appeared from nowhere and came in front of Chen Jin.

"Classmate, are you a freshman taking the art exam this year?"

The girl asked Chen Jin, Chen Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes!"

“I won’t attend the art exam class!”

He suddenly thought of something and spoke quickly.

The girl smiled, and stroked her gray shoulder-length hair. She smiled charmingly, "I'm the assistant director of Zhang Yimou's film Under the Hawthorn Tree. My last name is Fu. Are you interested in auditioning for a role?"

(End of this chapter)