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Chapter 37 Secret (I)

After three months of actor selection, "Blade" finally established a two-month special film training camp.

  Lanbin City is backed by mountains in the north and the coast in the south. There are many large-scale studios covering thousands of square meters. One of them was rented by the crew of "Blade" and used as a training camp.

  There were a total of 100 people entering the camp, but in the end only 10 were able to perform and become the protagonists of the "Bounty Hunter Organization."

  From 8 am to 6 pm every day, the main content of the training is physical fitness, from basic fitness to weapon use, so that the actors have the physical fitness and temperament of a killer from the inside out.

  The second is performance.

  Although many candidates in the training camp have acting experience, they are very inexperienced. Not to mention Lan Su, who has no acting experience at all and can't even find the camera.

  According to Mi Huai's request, the producer put a lot of effort into the performance team. Not only did they invite professional acting teachers from the drama academy, but they also added outstanding senior actors such as Qu Tang and Yan Zhaoxi.

  "I heard from the director that you guys were selected from an audition of over 10,000 people, which is pretty good."

  Qu Tang attended the acting class on the first day. Her long hair was loosely pinned behind her head, with a few strands hanging down the side of her face occasionally blown up by the wind, giving her a sense of relaxation as if she had achieved success.

  "But the real test for you has just begun. Acting is a highly professional profession, not everyone can do it. Many of you are beautiful and have a good image, but the film and television industry is not short of pretty faces. In the next two months, I hope you can find yourself and the meaning of being an actor."

Qu Tang was gentle by nature, and he would usually give gentle reminders to the juniors in their early 20s. In comparison, the professional acting classes rehearsed by the acting teacher were even more hellish than the physical training classes.

  "Open your throat and speak! Speak your lines!"

  "Is this the result you prepared for me to see over the past three days?"

  "Stop darting your eyes around! Look at me!"

  The process of breaking yourself down and reassembling yourself into another person is called acting. If you break down and reshape yourself many times, you become an actor.

  Lan Su was not a good actor, at least, not when he first entered the training camp.

  "All of us are here. Four teachers are sitting here. Two cameras are pointed at you. There are more than a dozen people in front and behind just for your performance. What did you perform? Tell me."

  Thinking back on her first individual report, Lan Su felt ashamed. Only then did she realize, having already won the Best New Actor award, that her performance was blasphemous.

  She is good at action scenes, eyes, and the fierce aura from the inside out. But she is a poor student in acting, which requires the use of technology to mobilize the emotions of the characters.

  His heels were nailed to the ground, and he lost the ability to think after being scolded. He answered instinctively:

  "A mother injured in the war."

  "A mother injured in the war."

  The acting teacher repeated her answer.

  Although he still looked stern on the outside, he opened a window for Lan Su in his heart. Normally, young students would start to cry under such pressure and coercion, and even if they didn't cry, they would be too scared to speak. Lan Su's ability to withstand pressure was much stronger.

  The voice softened, leading her to analyze:

"So when you are in the midst of war, where is your fear? Where is your desire to survive? You are a mother, where is your child? Lan Su, the character is alive, not a paper man. Anything and anyone related to this character is the key to three-dimensionality."

  That lesson gave Lan Su an epiphany, as if he had found a path among thousands of troops.

  However, a strong sense of fear arose from the depths of his heart and spread all the way to his throat.

  Because she not only had to play a killer in this movie, but also had to play the role of "the wife who had been sleeping for eleven years" in front of Huo Yan. She couldn't help but wonder if her artificial fear and cowardice were also seen through at a glance, just like her mother in the war just now.

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  I usually get home at 7 o'clock in the evening, just in time for dinner.

  In order to help Lan Su shape his body and gain muscle, the nutritionist made major changes to the diet and prepared low-calorie, high-protein food for Lan Su every day.

  I was so exhausted from the physical education class in the afternoon that my hand had no strength to hold the fork. I sat there holding the fork handle, staring at Huo Yan who was picking up food across the table.

  It was the end of the year, when the weather was the coldest. But Huo Yan was still used to wearing a shirt as a base layer, with a cashmere sweater and a coat on top. At home, the air conditioner was on, the temperature was maintained at 25 degrees, and after taking off layers of coats, he was left with only a shirt.

  The shirt rolled up to the elbows revealed smooth, lean arms, with the elbows bent into an elegant curve, and when the bottom of the bowl was lifted, the forearms would have a line of muscle intersection. The collar was open, and a braided rope necklace could be seen on the collarbone, with a square card that looked like ivory hanging on it.

There seems to be a pattern on the pendant, but it is hidden deep in the lapel and cannot be seen clearly.

  [Anything related to the character is the key to three-dimensionality.]

  The acting teacher's words suddenly reached her eardrums and aroused her curiosity - except in public occasions, Huo Yan would wear the "Redemption" necklace, and at other times, she would wear this simple necklace.

  There must be a story behind it.

  Moreover, it is a story that still weighs on Huo Yan's heart even at his level.

  The canine teeth rubbed the fine flesh inside the mouth for a few times, and then he spoke in a whisper:

  "Your necklace feels quite unique."

  Huo Yan stopped chewing and glanced to the side subconsciously: "It's a very ordinary necklace."

  After saying this, Lan Su was sure that the necklace had extraordinary significance.

  "I had an acting class today, and my performance wasn't very good."

  She changed the subject and scooped a spoonful of tomato beef into her mouth.

  Huo Yan didn't know why she said this, so she just treated it as a casual chat and comforted her by saying, "Teacher Ouyang is a professional actor at the drama academy, so he is much stricter. A strict teacher produces excellent students."

  Lan Su swallowed the beef and said, "Yeah, I learned a lot. She told me that all characters are three-dimensional, and everything and everyone related to the character is the key to three-dimensionality."

As he spoke, his speech slowed down, his eyes fixed on Huo Yan like a spotlight, and he continued:

  "You...have been wearing this necklace all this time. Is there any meaning to it?"

  Huo Yan swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up the glass in his right hand, and took a sip of orange juice.

  "You encountered difficulties in the acting class and started studying me?"

  Lan Su bit her lip and said, "I feel like I really ignored you in the past. You seem to have a lot of secrets."

  After Huo Yan finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and placed his hands on the table with a meaningful look:

  "Before I talk about this, I also have a question for you."

  "you say."

  "How did you break your hand?"

  Lan Su shuddered, and the right hand holding the spoon shrank inward, and the left palm covered it, and the pain in the wrist was slightly relieved. Today's training intensity was too high, exceeding the load of the wrist.

"Didn't I say this before? I don't know. I slept for eleven years and woke up like this."

  This answer was not satisfactory. Huo Yan held his tongue, placed his palm on the edge of the table, and tapped with four fingers:

  "Then there's no story behind my necklace."

  Lan Su pursed her lips and said nothing more.

  From the perspective of acting class, she really wanted to share her life experiences with Huo Yan, including how she suffered misfortunes, how she escorted the Lan family's antiques all the way to the auction, and how she survived in the midst of swords and sabers.

  But she can't.

  Because she was not the second young lady of the Su family who escaped death, but the daughter of the Lan family who had been in a coma for eleven years.

  The body curled up slightly, and the light from the top of the head fell, casting a dark shadow on the surface of the rice ball. From the second floor, the body was as thin as a piece of paper, and the shadow cast seemed to be filtered by the screen window, pulling out strands of light.

  Maybe it's because of compensation.

  Or maybe it was because the silhouette overlooking him was too thin, which aroused the few compassionate feelings in someone's heart. When Lan Su took a bath and was reading a performance book by lamplight, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

  Knock knock!

  "It's me, Huo Yan."

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