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Chapter 85 085. I don’t think it’s acting

Qiao Mu graciously accepted the document sent by the other party.

Read it on the spot.

Quite satisfied.

Mainly, the power of [The Ghost] was added to the performance through Qiao Mu's "guidance" to the actors.

If it were in ancient times, Qiao Mu could use this to stage a real "King in Yellow" drama that would lead to madness and confusion.

It's a pity that without the help of [Xiao Gui], those actors may not be able to present such wonderful performances in their lifetime.

They will be trapped in this performance for the rest of their lives and will never be able to get out of the shadow of the past. No matter what wonderful performances they perform in the future or what career heights they reach, they will always be discussed behind their backs that their debut is the peak, and this is not the same as their debut. Comparison of works.

What a shame.

Qiao Mu felt as if he had inadvertently changed the trajectory of many people's lives.

[Qiao Mu]: I think it’s very good, you will definitely get good reviews!

He can only encourage the other person.

Li Changqing thanked Qiao Mu and confirmed it again before uploading the file to the Old Video Network.

It is said that there is investment from their school behind this website. This time, the teacher of the professional class asked to upload the work to the old video network. All he had to do was send him a link.

Upload, pass review, all in one go.

Li Changqing sent the link to the teacher via WeChat. Immediately, fatigue hit him. Nearly a week of liver damage made him confused. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

the other side.

Teacher Ding from the directing class at Jiangcheng Film and Television Academy received the message from Li Changqing. He glanced at the accompanying instructions and frowned slightly.

"Republic of China theme?"

He had no impression of Li Changqing, a student who basically had no talent.

There are more than 20 people in a class, and less than half of them will actually stay in this industry in the future. This still includes those who work as odd jobs on the crew.

It is impossible for Teacher Ding to know every student.

He was just a little curious about the subject of this short film.

You know, most of the submissions submitted by other students are campus urban themes, such as the pain of youth, brightness and sadness, and some are original and will include some rebirth and return to the past. This is the first time in recent years that the themes are about the Republic of China. See.

It's a campus theme, with everyone acting in their true colors, and just putting a little thought into the plot will be enough.

The theme of the Republic of China requires setting the scene, convincing Taoists, and playing people of that era. It is too difficult for these students.

It's like he once had a student who wanted to make a short film about science fiction fighting zombies, but at the end of the filming, he didn't turn in the assignment and had to fail the class.

In fact, the main focus of this assignment is the students' overall planning ability. For a qualified director, apart from the professional ability to master the details of the shots, communication and communication are very important. Basically, as long as the film can be completed, it can give A passing grade.

However, people with talent cannot hide it.

Teacher Ding remembers that there was a student who made a short film in class. It told a nonsensical story about someone dying after watching a literary film. The creativity and technique were quite good. Later, the student did achieve something, and it was all after him. Talked.

He clicked on Li Changqing's link. It had just been uploaded not long ago, and the number of clicks must not have been much.

Clicking play, the teacher put down his phone and started watching seriously.

He is still very principled. No matter how bad the homework submitted by the students is, he must read it carefully and will not draw conclusions after only reading half of it.

But looking at it, Teacher Ding felt something was wrong.

This texture and acting skills don't feel like something that students can achieve.

No, this is definitely not something a student could take!

After watching it for two minutes, he immediately paused and recalled whether this was part of a drama filmed by someone else.

But after searching the memory, Teacher Ding didn’t find out which drama it was from.

Continuing to look down, he quickly recognized a familiar person.

"Isn't this Song Li?"

Teacher Ding had heard about the girls in the acting department next door because they were pretty, and he soon discovered that these main actors were indeed students.

But are the acting skills of these students a little too outrageous?

Especially when he saw the cold and sharp look in the warlord's eyes when he knocked down the assassinated waiter without changing his expression and without a beat of heart, and ordered him to be taken away.

It's difficult to appear in that state without killing a few people.

"I don't think it's acting."

Teacher Ding laughed self-deprecatingly.

Facts have proved that good acting skills can indeed enhance the sense of substitution.

Even in front of a computer with a small screen, Teacher Ding can still be involved.

Looking back, he even forgot that he was a teacher correcting homework, and just regarded him as an ordinary audience, watching these people come and go on the big stage of the times.

He seemed to see a hidden corner where young people were lurking and running, watching for the future.

He seemed to see warlords, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen scheming to carve up the land at a banquet.

He seemed to see the unyielding eyes of the suffering people.

Bang——

Fireworks exploded on the computer screen, making a dull sound.

Shining into the banquet hall through the window, Xia Yi with blood on his body was leaning against the table leg, and the camera was focused on his side face reflected by the fireworks.

Suddenly, a voice made him turn his head, and Xia Yi was in the classroom again.

Looking at the graduation aspirations of each classmate, and then recalling their final ending, it is sad and sad.

"I would like to turn into a torch and bring a glimmer of light to this dark night." In the video, Xia Yi said this sentence with a faint breath. Outside the window, fireworks bloomed again. All the sounds gathered at this moment, as if it was a pantomime. But the silence only lasted for a moment. The next moment, a childish voice sounded. "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and endless." The song of "Farewell" enveloped all the sounds, and the picture turned white in the fireworks. Teacher Ding couldn't help but sniff. Perhaps the children's chorus was too soft and too hopeful, perhaps Xia Yi's last look and words were too firm, or perhaps the atmosphere of this short film was brewing to its peak at this moment. This made his nose sore and his eyes moist. At this time, the screen lit up again, but it was some old black and white photos. These photos are from reality, photos of heroes who once ran, struggled, and sacrificed for the people. Next to each photo, their names and life stories are written. Many people's lives are frozen in their best years. They come from all corners of the country and come together for the same lofty ideal, even if it means sacrificing their lives.

Seeing this, Teacher Ding was stunned.

He did not speak or comment, but just listened to the song "Farewell" silently, watching one photo after another appear and disappear, like a meteor across the sky.

When the short video was completely finished and automatically paused, the teacher, who was almost 50 years old, slowly got up, opened the drawer, took out a cigarette that he had not touched for a long time, went to the balcony, and lit one.

He looked into the distance.

The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.