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Feng Yuanzheng smiled and looked at Zhang Qilin:

"There's 'Rickshaw Boy' at the end of April, 'Dragon Beard Ditch' at the end of May, and 'Wotou Guild Hall' in June. What's the rush to act?"

Upon hearing these titles, Zhang Qilin was taken aback. Why wasn't "The Grand Hotel Suite" mentioned?

But he quickly realized that "The Grand Hotel Suite" was performed in a small theater, while Teacher Feng said that these were plays performed in large theaters.

In any case, if he can secure a role in these plays, he will earn a lot of luck points.

He was about to answer when he saw the meaningful smile on Feng Yuanzheng's face. A thought struck him, and he suddenly realized that his teacher was testing him.

If he says something wrong, he will definitely be considered unrealistic and overly ambitious.

If you leave this impression on Mr. Feng, he probably won't agree to let you participate in other dramas.

Zhang Qilin expressed his sincerity:

"Teacher Feng, I'm not in a hurry to act. It's just that I was really impressed by the wonderful performances of all the teachers on stage yesterday. I've made up my mind to practice my lines for a few more hours every day from now on."

Feng Yuanzheng smiled.

Over the years, what kind of young people hasn't he seen?

No matter how well they talk, the drive and energy that young people have in their bones can never be hidden.

If it were any other student, he would have given them a few words of criticism.

On stage yesterday, Zhang Qilin performed the lessons they taught him very well.

He's already qualified to play minor roles in other plays if he can perform flawlessly on the stage of "Teahouse".

Of course, we shouldn't praise too much, or we'll easily get carried away.

"It's good that you want to work hard," Feng Yuanzheng said in a gentler tone, "but you have to use the right methods. Your main problem right now is that your breath and vocal cords are not coordinated well enough."

"When I was acting in 'The Confidant,' I had a lot of lines. It was a nearly three-hour play, and I filmed five or six scenes," he patted his stomach, "and I even developed abs."

Zhang Qilin couldn't help but look at Feng Yuanzheng's abdomen.

Feng Yuanzheng smiled:

"Because there are so many lines, you have to carry them all in one breath. If you rely solely on your voice, you'll be finished after one performance."

Zhang Qilin humbly sought guidance:

"Then what should I do, teacher?"

"When you practice, try to use this area to make your voice," he said, placing his palm on his dantian. "Push it up all the way, with the strength of your whole body. The breath supports the sound, and the sound carries the meaning. Every word should hit the ground and have an echo."

"The training in the morning class is to teach you how to use your breath to produce sound as soon as possible. Since you want to practice more, I don't object, but please be careful not to damage your voice."

As he spoke, he stood up, paced a couple of steps in the empty rehearsal hall, and suddenly stopped.

Without any apparent preparation, a deep, resonant monologue uttered:

"To live, to continue living—yes, but what in this world isn't simply living?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like muffled thunder rolling through every corner of the rehearsal hall.

"Can you feel it?" Feng Yuanzheng stopped. "This isn't something you shout out, it's something you push out with your breath. After a big performance, your throat might not be tired, but your abdomen will be sore."

Zhang Qilin nodded emphatically.

Feng Yuanzheng then said:

"In class later, we'll specifically discuss techniques for producing sound using breath."

"Thank you, teacher," Zhang Qilin said sincerely.

"Of course," Feng Yuanzheng waved his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something, "If you really want to practice more, I'll tell you a way."

Zhang Qilin immediately took out his notebook.

Seeing how diligently he was studying, Feng Yuanzheng's smile deepened.

He said to Zhang Qilin:

"Cultural workers must be cultured."

This sentence startled Zhang Qilin. This sentence had nothing to do with the dialogue training.

Although he had doubts, he kept in mind the information given by the divination and listened more and spoke less.

I wrote that sentence down in my notebook.

"Dialogue is the soul," Feng Yuanzheng continued. "Behind every line stands a living person, with a background, pains, and a journey and inner thoughts. If you don't know where this person comes from, where they are going, or what they are carrying in their heart, no matter how loud your voice is, it will sound fake to others."

"How do you understand a person? Read classic works," he paused, "they contain the origins and destinations of everyone."

Zhang Qilin nodded as he took notes.

"Let me give you an example. If you're playing Zhou Ping in 'Thunderstorm,' is just reading the script enough? No, you have to read Cao Yu, Ba Jin, and understand the source of the anguish of intellectuals in that era."

"You need to know how the fire in his heart was ignited and how it was suppressed to ashes. Only then will the word 'death' have weight when you say 'I'm probably dead,' and will be a despair that grows from flesh and blood, rather than a symbol floating on the lines."

"What do actors ultimately compete on? It's the depth of their understanding and the breadth of their hearts. How many people's joys and sorrows can you hold in your heart? That's how many people you can truly embody on stage. Otherwise, no matter how many roles you play, you're just playing yourself in different situations."

"When you read 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' you're not just reading about the love between Bao and Dai. You're reading about how a wealthy and powerful family breathes, how it declines, how everyone in it laughs, cries, schemes, and eventually dies."

"When you read 'To Live,' you don't see a pile of suffering, but a person's silent strength that, like the land, can bear everything."

After Zhang Qilin finished taking notes, he closed his notebook and said:

"Thank you, teacher. I know what to do now."

Feng Yuanzheng nodded:

"During extra practice, we would choose famous works to read aloud, like a voice actor, reciting them with great expression. After each practice session, we would bring them to listen to them until I felt they were good enough, and then I would arrange for you to play minor roles."

"Thank you, teacher."

"No need to thank me. By the way, from today until the 14th, you will still play a tea drinker in the evening performance of 'Teahouse'."

"OK."

At that moment, the door to the rehearsal hall was pushed open, and the other interns arrived one after another.

Once everyone was present, Feng Yuanzheng began explaining how to use breath to produce sound.

……

12 o'clock noon.

After Zhang Qilin finished getting his food, he saw Yang Yu sitting by the window and went over to him.

"Brother Yang."

Yang Yu looked up and saw Zhang Qilin, then smiled and nodded:

"Sit down. Are you tired today?"

"Not bad, Brother Yang. Do you know what plays the small theater is putting on lately?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yu, who was eating, was secretly delighted, but showed no sign of it on his face.

His face still showed concern for the younger generation:

"Qilin, you should focus on practicing right now. Once you have a solid foundation, then you can think about going on stage."

"Brother Yang, I've been practicing diligently every day. I'd like to ask if there's any chance for me to play a minor role."

Yang Yu feigned a troubled expression:

"Um... I'm afraid Teacher Feng will find out..."

"Teacher Feng let me play a minor role in 'Teahouse' until the 14th."

Yang Yu lowered his voice after hearing this:

"There is indeed a new film in preparation called 'The Grand Hotel Suite,' which is a light comedy about the absurd things that happen to a few urbanites in a hotel. I am quite familiar with Director Gu, so I can ask him for you."

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

"Don't thank me yet," Yang Yu waved his hand. "At most, I can only let you in for an audition. Whether you succeed or not depends entirely on yourself."