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The old man stood at the door, wearing a plaid shirt, with a slender yet upright figure and clear, bright eyes.

When he saw Pu Cunxin, a gentle smile appeared on his face:

"The new deposit has arrived."

"Teacher Lan, I'm sorry to bother you." Pu Cunxin bowed slightly, his tone revealing the respect of a junior.

Zhang Qilin stood behind, carrying his bag, and looking at the old man's familiar face, his heart suddenly started beating faster.

Teacher Lan, Lan Tianye.

A veteran of the Beijing People's Art Theatre, he played Qin Zhongyi in "Teahouse" and Jiang Ziya in "Investiture of the Gods".

He is the kind of artist who truly emerged from history, having experienced war, witnessed changes, and lived countless lives on stage.

"And who is this?" Lan Tianye's gaze fell on Zhang Qilin.

"We asked this young man who just joined the hospital to come and help out," Pu Cunxin said with a smile.

Zhang Qilin quickly greeted them:

"Hello, Teacher Lan."

Lan Tianye smiled kindly:

"Come in and have a seat."

The old man led them into the living room, and as soon as they sat down, Pu Cunxin got up to make tea.

"How's Cunxin doing lately?" the old man asked gently.

Pu Cunxin answered while rinsing the cup and pouring tea:

"The theater is doing well. They recently hired a batch of new people, and Xiao Zhang is one of them."

Zhang Qilin nodded in agreement, still displaying a hint of awkwardness from his new arrival.

Lan Tianye turned to Zhang Qilin, his gaze filled with the gentle kindness characteristic of an elder:

"Young man, what are you studying?"

"Professor Lan, Department of Performing Arts, Taipei Film Academy," Zhang Qilin sat up straight, his voice still a little tense.

"Okay," Lan Tianye nodded slightly, his tone warm with the passage of time, "Those who can get into the Beijing People's Art Theatre are all ambitious kids. Back in our day, we didn't have such good conditions as we do now."

Pu Cunxin returned carrying a tea tray; the tea in the celadon cup had a clear amber color.

As he served the tea, he picked up the conversation:

"These kids are all very hardworking. Yuanzheng leads them in vocal practice every day. It's just that the current social atmosphere is restless, and young people are inevitably distracted."

Lan Tianye picked up his teacup and gently blew on it:

"You can't blame the kids. How they grow up depends on how you raise them. If you older folks set a good example and create the right creative atmosphere, the young people will naturally be influenced."

Pu Cunxin nodded in agreement:

"We have always taught children according to the traditions of the Beijing People's Art Theatre..."

Zhang Qilin sat quietly to the side, listening attentively, not daring to interrupt.

Being able to glean even a sliver of insight from the words of this titan of the arts will be immensely beneficial to his future artistic endeavors.

Zhang Qilin's eyes would occasionally glance at Pu Cunxin.

Since entering the room, Pu Cunxin's smile has never faded.

Unlike at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, where he always had a stern face, as if everyone owed him money.

After a while, Pu Cunxin opened the black bag he had brought, inside which was a set of hairdressing equipment.

Pu Cunxin took out the apron, unfolded it, and his movements were natural and practiced.

"Your hair has grown long again; it's time for a haircut."

Lan Tianye touched his gray hair and smiled:

"It's kind of you to always remember. As you get older, it's becoming increasingly difficult to handle these little things yourself."

Seeing this, Zhang Qilin quickly got up to help.

Pu Cunxin tied a cloth around Lan Tianye's neck, his posture not like that of a famous actor, but more like that of a junior who had served his teacher for many years.

"Click, click..."

The sound of scissors was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

Stray hairs fell in a rustling sound, some landing on the apron.

Pu Cunxin chatted with Lan Tianye while cutting his hair:

"I was just discussing with them yesterday how to act well..."

Lan Tianye said calmly:

"Only actors who can't act act; actors who can act portray people..."

Standing beside him, Zhang Qilin, who was helping Pu Cunxin hand over his tools, seemed to understand something upon hearing this.

He recalled the experiential learning and methodological approaches that his teacher had repeatedly emphasized in class...

None of them seem to be as insightful as this sentence.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked in a low voice:

"Teacher Lan, how can I play a good person?"

As soon as he said it, he felt a little uneasy.

Won't the old gentleman find it abrupt to ask such a direct question?

Lan Tianye spoke slowly, his voice low but each word clear:

"What you learn in school are all performance methods. But more important than performance methods are cultural literacy and life experience, and life experience is even more important."

Pu Cunxin's scissors continued to work methodically:

"Many young actors today focus too much on technique and neglect the depth of life experience."

Lan Tianye said slowly:

"Skills are certainly important, but without the support of life and culture, skills become like a tree without roots."

"Acting, in the final analysis, is about revealing human nature. You have to observe people and understand them in order to play a good role."

"If you play a rickshaw puller, your eyes won't show the concern for your next meal, and you won't look like one even in a tattered coat. If you play a scholar, you won't be learned, you won't have the strength to hold a pen properly, and when you speak in classical Chinese, you'll sound insecure. How can the audience believe you?"

Zhang Qilin listened attentively, afraid of missing a single word.

After getting their hair cut, the three of them sat and drank tea for a while before Pu Cunxin left with Zhang Qilin.

On the way back, Zhang Qilin's thoughts were still immersed in the conversation they had just had.

Pu Cunxin didn't mention the performance invitations and resources outside, and only spoke up after the car drove back to the Beijing People's Art Theatre:

"Go back and study hard."

"Yes, Teacher Pu."

Zhang Qilin understood that Pu Cunxin taking him to see Mr. Lan was the best advice he could receive.

The Beijing People's Art Theatre has a master like Lan Tianye, who can teach you and answer your questions at any time.

Once you leave, it will be very costly to find someone like that to teach you again, and others might not be willing to share their knowledge so wholeheartedly.

Back in the rehearsal hall, everyone was resting.

Several interns looked up at Zhang Qilin as he walked in, their eyes filled with undisguised envy.

Some people lowered their heads and continued flipping through the script, while others turned away and whispered among themselves...

They practiced diligently here day after day, rehearsing their lines over and over again.

Zhang Qilin became a hot topic across the internet overnight because of a few photos.

These past two days, it seems like I can see posts about him on every platform I open.

These photos have been liked and shared by countless people.

He was even given titles such as "successor of the Beijing People's Art Theatre".

No one said anything, but a sense of resentment spread through the rehearsal hall.

On what grounds?

Zhang Qilin felt those gazes, but he didn't say anything. He simply walked to his usual corner and pondered Mr. Lan's words.

There's no need to waste your energy on these things.

Once you reach a higher position, these people will naturally approach you with a different attitude.

Just like Huang Bo said, "After you become famous, you're surrounded by good people."

What he lacks most right now is creative work.

With a presentable work to back it up, the buzzing in your ears will naturally dissipate.

As I closed my eyes to rest, a familiar voice came from beside me:

"Qi Lin, are you free tonight?"

Zhang Qilin opened his eyes, and Yang Yu was squatting to his side with a smile.

Throughout the rehearsal hall, he could sense envy and jealousy from the other people.

But with Yang Yu, he felt a pure surprise.

Their joy was even more genuine than when Yang Yu himself became famous.

This made him wonder.