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"Thank you, Brother Yang. Please keep this a secret for me for now," Zhang Qilin said in a low voice.

Yang Yu was even happier when he heard Zhang Qilin's request; the fish were starting to take the bait.

But on the surface, he still maintained the demeanor of a good brother, patting his chest and saying:

"Don't worry about that. We're best friends at the Beijing People's Art Theatre. Whatever you want to do, I'll definitely help you."

After thanking Yang Yu, Zhang Qilin quickly finished his meal and left.

As Yang Yu watched Zhang Qilin's departing figure, he began to plan what new things he would buy once he made money.

Zhang Qilin left the restaurant, but instead of returning to the rehearsal hall, he turned and walked towards the shopping mall in Wangfujing.

He needs to buy a recording device.

He knew that he had secretly auditioned for the film crew, and that Feng Yuanzheng would definitely be unhappy if he found out.

He might be rejected for any opportunity to play a minor role in a play in the near future.

Teacher Feng is strict, and he knows in his heart that it's all for the students' good.

However, the teacher also said that as long as his lines are good enough, they will help him get a role.

Fortunately, there is still more than a month before the performance of "The Grand Hotel Suite".

With Yang Yu covering for him, he could secretly audition while frantically practicing his lines.

As long as his lines meet the requirements, even if Teacher Feng finds out afterward, he will at most scold him a few times.

……

In the afternoon, Yang Yu knocked on Gu Wei's office door.

The old man was organizing documents when he looked up and saw him come in, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

Yang Yu leaned over and handed him a cup of hot tea. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he spoke casually:

"By the way, Mr. Gu, we have a very talented intern. Could she possibly have a small role in your play?"

"An intern? Even though this play is in a small theater, it still needs to fill the entire theater. Can he handle it?" Gu Wei asked, frowning.

"Teacher Feng has been mentoring him recently. He was one of the tea drinkers at the opening of 'Teahouse' yesterday," Yang Yu said in a low voice. "Why don't we let him give it a try? If he doesn't work out, you can keep trying. It's always good to have more options."

Gu Wei, upon hearing that an intern was a customer at the opening of "Teahouse," looked at Yang Yu incredulously:

"Don't try to fool me, kid. The tea drinkers at the opening of 'Teahouse' are all actors who have been with the theater for several years. How could we let an intern do it?"

"Teacher Gu, how could I dare to lie to you? He's still here tonight. You can go and see for yourself if you don't believe me."

Gu Wei pondered for a moment:

"Whose child is this?"

"He had no connections, just great talent. Several professors in the department liked him, so they promoted him."

Gu Wei stroked his chin, weighing the options in his mind.

If what Yang Yu said is true, then this child is indeed very talented.

He asked again:

"Does Xiao Feng know he's here for the audition?"

"He wants to keep it from Teacher Feng for now. You know Teacher Feng is always strict, but don't worry, he will meet Teacher Feng's teaching requirements as soon as possible, and then Teacher Feng will naturally release him."

Gu Wei was skeptical. Even with exceptional talent, it was impossible to complete half a year's worth of teaching in just one month.

Whether it was bragging or not, he decided to meet him.

The Beijing People's Art Theatre is facing a serious shortage of young talent.

This year's production schedule is heavy again, and he has been worried about the actors for the upcoming productions of "Camel Xiangzi" and "Longxu Ditch".

If they're really promising, we might as well nurture them a bit.

So he nodded:

"Then have him come over at 3 PM the day after tomorrow to do a short rehearsal backstage at the small theater, and I'll see how he feels."

After leaving Gu Wei's office, Yang Yu returned to the rehearsal hall and pulled Zhang Qilin aside to whisper:

"Qi Lin, good news! I've finalized things with Director Gu. The audition will be at the small theater backstage at 3 PM the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Qilin expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you, Brother Yang. Is there anything I need to prepare?"

"Director Gu didn't specify any scenes, he's probably just checking your basic skills. Just be yourself and act naturally," Yang Yu patted his shoulder affectionately. "But bro, I've already got Director Gu's assurance that you'll do well. You'd better live up to his expectations and not let me down."

Zhang Qilin nodded solemnly:

"Don't worry, Brother Yang, I will do my best."

……

As night falls, the lights are on.

The entrance to the Capital Theatre was packed with people, as tonight's performance was once again of "Teahouse".

On stage, Zhang Qilin, dressed in his old tea-drinking robe, sat in his usual spot.

The stage lights were blazing, and the veteran artists' performances were masterful. Their lines were as powerful as metal striking the ground, each one carrying the weight of time.

Zhang Qilin's feelings at this moment were completely different from those in the first match.

While completing his own performance, he was also able to spare the time to secretly observe the performances of others out of the corner of his eye.

See how Wang Lifu, the shopkeeper, reveals a tragic side beneath his shrewdness, and how Chang Siye's integrity is worn down by the times.

He quietly kept these subtle insights in his heart.

After the first act ended, Zhang Qilin did not rest or chat like the others.

He sat on a bench in the corridor and took out the copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" that Teacher He Bing had given him from his bag.

As per Mr. Feng's request, he planned to use this classic novel to practice his lines.

To improve your lines, you should first write a short biography for each character.

Just as the teachers have repeatedly emphasized.

Only when you truly understand where the characters come from and why they are the way they are can your lines have a foundation and your emotions have a source.

Otherwise, even the most beautiful voice is just a soulless tone.

Zhang Qilin was writing with his head down when, after an unknown amount of time, the light above him suddenly dimmed.

The familiar Beijing accent rang in my ears:

"You're working so hard!"

Zhang Qilin looked up and saw it was Teacher He Bing, so he immediately stood up to greet her:

"Hello, Teacher He."

"Don't be so formal backstage," He Bing patted his shoulder. "What are you writing?"

Zhang Qilin revealed the book cover:

"I'm writing character biographies, which I plan to use to practice my lines."

He Bing saw that it was the copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" that she had given him, and nodded with a smile:

"Dream of the Red Chamber is wonderful. It has many characters, and by observing more people and reflecting on more things, you can see the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of the world..."

"Hey Hey Xiao He, you won't even let us rest backstage? You're being way too strict as a teacher." A chuckled voice came from the side.

He Bing responded cheerfully:

"Sister Dan, you've wronged me. The child is willing to learn, so we should encourage him more."

Zhang Qilin quickly stood up and politely greeted them:

"Hello, Teacher Song."

"Hey, come sit down, come sit down, don't just stand there," Song Dandan waved her hand, her smile bright and cheerful, exuding a relaxing aura.

Yu Guang glanced at the book and notebook in Zhang Qilin's hands:

"Hey~ Look at this famous book."

"Yes, this child is willing to learn, and I'm thinking of letting him draw more nourishment from the classics," He Bing replied with a smile.

Song Dandan picked up Zhang Qilin's notebook and flipped through it:

"You've written so much, it's really serious. What are you planning to do?"

"Yuanzheng made him practice his lines with classic literature, and this is the one he chose," He Bing continued.

Song Dandan smiled and handed the notebook back, then sat down next to He Bing.

"Just being able to recite the lines isn't enough; you need to master the rhythm of the lines."

"Rhythm isn't just about the words, but also about the breaths between them. Just like singing, you can't just have notes; you have to know how to breathe and pause for the right rhythm to come out."

He Bing nodded in agreement:

"Sister Dan is right. Look at the play 'Teahouse,' every character speaks with a different tone of voice. The slow and leisurely pace of Master Song is completely different from the brisk and efficient way that Tang Tiezui speaks."

Zhang Qilin listened intently and immediately connected the details he had observed:

"Just like on stage just now, when Manager Wang was talking to Master Qin, even though they were talking quickly, the little pause in Manager Wang's sentence 'Here,' made you feel the helplessness and caution underneath."

"Oh, right," Song Dandan looked at Zhang Qilin with a teachable expression, "You've grasped the essence of the scene in that pause. It's not just about listening; you have to savor it with your heart."

Just then, the stage manager's anxious shouts came from the corridor:

"Sister Dan, it's your turn!"