Chapter 7: The mute's house

Chen Nuo walked to the position Zhang Yiyi told him, stood still for a while, emptied his thoughts, then began to concentrate, imagining the scene Zhang Yiyi just described to him, and then, he began to imitate a segment that left the deepest impression in his memory.

So Zhang Yiyi and the others saw such a figure, in the alley where the twilight was deepening, under the dim light, staggering towards this side.

From afar, couldn't see the face clearly, could only see him walking crookedly for a section, suddenly supported the wall, buried his head, shoulders trembling, as if crying.

Afterwards, he looked back, as if looking at someone.

Immediately, he pushed the wall hard.

Just this push, the legs of this person that were a bit soft and bent suddenly straightened, and instantly returned to normal.

He continued to walk out, and walked faster and faster, finally starting to jog. The posture of running was also quite strange, his fists were clenched very tightly, and when they swung, they were like two hammers. Made people feel that he was holding something in his heart, nowhere to vent, he wanted to use the hammers to smash the shackles around him.

The distance wasn't far, Chen Nuo didn't run two steps before running in front of Zhang Yiyi and the others, and stopped. Caught his breath, and asked: "How about it, Zhang Laoshi, is it okay?"

Chen Nuo didn't know if he acted well or not.

What he thought at the beginning was to imitate a girl who had broken up with him, but inexplicably, while acting, some things seemed to enter his heart, and were externalized in his acting process.

Like the action of swinging his arms while running, and the action of supporting the wall.

He didn't know where these things came from, anyway, while acting, they ran into his heart.

If he really had to say, it was that he watched too many similar pretentious videos while brushing short videos in his previous life, but when he acted just now, it seemed that those pretentious performances in them returned to simplicity in him?

Zhang Yiyi looked at his face hesitantly, clean, without a trace of water.

Chen Nuo touched his face, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yiyi and Li Xiaotian looked at each other.

Li Xiaotian said blankly: "I fuck."

"You wait, let me think." Zhang Yiyi touched his chin, thought for a while, and said: "You continue to act... just act he ran for a while, finally tired, he stopped. Note, at this time I hope you are consistent with the emotions just now. Come on."

"Okay."

Chen Nuo was still the same as just now, first empty his thoughts, then concentrate, substitute.

Zhang Yiyi looked at the boy standing there, all expressions on his face disappeared little by little.

No sadness, no pain, and no despair as imagined. He just lowered his head slightly, looking at the ground. His eyes were straight, like a mental patient. At first glance, it seemed he was looking at the ground, look carefully and you would immediately find that he was looking at nothing, he was just maintaining this action.

Following closely, large drops of tears appeared abruptly. They rolled out of the eye sockets, slid down his cheeks, and finally smashed on the ground into wet spots.

In this process, there was still not a trace of expression on that face, only the bulging veins on his neck were jumping, indicating the surging emotions in this man's heart.

After a while, Chen Nuo raised his head, wiped his eyes, and said: "Zhang Laoshi, is it okay?"

Zhang Yiyi came back to his senses and said: "Good, it's okay."

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked: "Hey, how come your tears come as soon as you say?"

"Um, I deliberately didn't blink. If I don't blink for a while, I will shed tears. I even went to see a doctor for this before. The doctor said my tear glands are relatively developed."

Zhang Yiyi opened his mouth, thousands of words in his heart, finally only squeezed out one sentence: "Developed is good, developed."

Actually, tears falling as soon as said was secondary. Zhang Yiyi thought crying scenes were not profound acting skills. He valued Chen Nuo's restraint more.

Zhang Yiyi had cheated, no, taught many students learning acting. He dared to guarantee that if he called a hundred students to act this scene, fifty of the hundred students would cry heart-rendingly, and the other fifty would definitely be tense and unable to let go of their emotions.

Only that one hundred and first person could perform the restrained explosion, restrained sadness, and speechless choking.

And only this person was the male lead he was looking for.

Zhang Yiyi asked again: "Just now that walking scene, that action of supporting the wall, how did you think of it?" In his eyes, that action was a typical performance method of the expressionist school.

Pushing that, Chen Nuo's whole body became straight from twisted in that instant, making people immediately understand the logic before and after this performance.

The mute didn't want to cry in front of his lover. So he had to go, the faster the better. He burned his last bit of strength, supported his body, and also left his last dignity for himself.

This performance, without a doubt, exceeded his expectations.

Chen Nuo rubbed his nose and replied: "I don't know, just had a feeling at that time, and did it according to the feeling."

Heh, feeling?

Zhang Yiyi nodded knowingly, looked at Li Xiaotian, and asked calmly: "Tian'er, what do you think?"

Li Xiaotian looked at Chen Nuo, then looked at Zhang Yiyi, and asked suspiciously: "Damn, Zhang Yiyi, are you not teasing me? Is this really the training class student you said?"

"Nonsense! Who specially has that leisure to tease you." Zhang Yiyi cursed, "Just say if it works or not."

Li Xiaotian said: "If it wasn't arranged by you, then what else can I say? Can only say your eye for people is still awesome."

Zhang Yiyi chuckled, turned to Chen Nuo and said: "Alright. Chen Nuo, I now formally invite you to join my crew."

"Are you serious? Zhang Laoshi."

"That's right," Zhang Yiyi nodded affirmatively.

Chen Nuo felt he didn't need to change his career for a short time, and confirmed: "Zhang Laoshi, do you think I can get into the Film Academy?"

Zhang Yiyi said: "Shoot a movie or two with me, definitely no problem."

Noticing Chen Nuo's expression, Zhang Yiyi added: "Not lying to you, if you want to get into the Film Academy, studying in that school definitely has no play. That school is specifically for scamming suckers, the teachers and professors hanging on the wall are all photos posted randomly. But if you go shoot a movie with me, the situation is completely different. The actors I invite are all old drama bones tested in real combat. You ask them casually on the set, learn a trick or two, what Film Academy, isn't it easy to get?"

Zhang Yiyi stretched out two fingers and shook them gently in front of Chen Nuo, his tone carrying temptation: "And, you have to pay tuition to go to school, shoot a movie with me, not only do I not charge you money, I also pay you a salary."

"Look, this number. Such a good thing, where can you find it?"

Chen Nuo looked at the two fingers Zhang Yiyi was shaking in front of him, and asked hesitantly: "200,000?"

"Are you crazy? 2,000 yuan."

Looks like not a scammer.

Seeing this, Chen Nuo didn't hesitate anymore.

Was this an opportunity? He didn't know.

However, he also understood that when an opportunity truly comes, people often don't know it.

Immediately nodded and said: "Okay director, I will work hard. Thank you director."

Zhang Yiyi smiled with satisfaction, patted his shoulder: "Rest assured, you won't regret it. If your classmates in the training class had this encounter, they would laugh when they dream."

That night, Zhang Yiyi rushed back to the school dormitory, took a script and gave it to Chen Nuo, telling him to take advantage of these two days to read it carefully and memorize all the lines.

When Chen Nuo asked when they would start shooting, Zhang Yiyi's answer was: "Anytime."

Chen Nuo took the script back to the room, the pair of pink slippers were still in their original position at the entrance, Yang Mi still hadn't returned. Chen Nuo thought this girl should have gone home to live.

After a simple wash, Chen Nuo took the script to bed and started reading.

The script was quite thin, wrapped in hard leather. Opened the cover, a title was written on the title page: "The Zhang Zhang Yaba's House."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 8 =====