Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 45: It’s just a tryout, are you addicted?

Don’t be nervous, just follow the lines Brother Yang gives you, don’t be nervous.

Yang Chaoyue kept comforting himself in his heart and didn't dare to look at Director Kang's eyes at all.

Fortunately, he was playing the role of a beggar, and was stealing with a guilty conscience, so he needed to deliberately avoid the eyes of others.

Yang Chaoyue walked to the noodle stall with light steps, his eyes secretly looking at the cash box or the pocket of the noodle stall owner, while his body trembled slightly.

While Jiang Yang was bending down to clean the dishes, she grabbed a handful of vegetables from the porcelain bowl of the noodle stall next to her, squatted down with great force, and stuffed them into her mouth to eat them raw.

The raw vegetable stems made a crisp sound between the teeth.

The throat bulges when swallowing.

This is how Jiang Yang taught her to act.

It can show a state where one does not care about the taste and only wants to fill the stomach.

Just close your eyes and chew it.

Kang Wen watched this scene silently and nodded slightly: "It really fits the behavior of a beggar."

Just based on this point, this female extra has already passed half of the audition in his opinion.

We need to take another look.

There must be some interaction between the noodle stall owner and the female beggar.

Jiang Yang put the bowl and chopsticks on the chopping board. Hearing the noise, he looked over, picked up the rolling pin, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

"No...nothing, I just dropped my chopsticks."

Yang Chaoyue recited the lines instinctively at first, but when he looked up and met Jiang Yang's angry eyes, he shuddered and staggered back.

Her throat rolled, and she swallowed the lettuce hard, spreading her dirty hands: "I didn't steal anything from you."

"It's you again, hanging around the stall for two days."

Jiang Yang stared at Yang Chaoyue with a squint, then suddenly clenched his rolling pin and took two steps forward, the wood grain deeply embedded in his palm.

Yang Chaoyue screamed in surprise, drawn into the situation by Jiang Yang. However, he did not forget to adopt the posture of a beggar, his hunched back almost parallel to the chopping board, and his rag-like cuffs rubbed against the pillars as he retreated.

"I really helped you pick up the chopsticks."

Her voice was trembling, not only because she wanted to fit the role, but also because she was scared by Jiang Yang.

He casually pulled out a pair of chopsticks from his pocket. The chopsticks were covered in mud and cracked, and with a trembling wrist, he placed them on the noodle stall. "Here you go."

"If my chopsticks were this dirty, how could I continue my business?" Jiang Yang threw his coarse apron around his waist, and the steaming white mist twisted and rose between the two of them.
Yang Chaoyue stumbled back a few steps, subconsciously glancing at the cash box of the noodle stall next to him. He didn't dare to take out the money. He turned around and was about to run when he heard Jiang Yang's tone slow down: "Don't run this time, eat the noodles."

Yang Chaoyue paused, his pupils suddenly dilated, a few strands of grass stuck among his dry and yellow hair, and he looked over sideways.

Jiang Yang had returned to the noodle stall, rolled up his sleeves, held the rolling pin and continued to knead the dough.

The bowl of noodles on the noodle stall was moved in front of her.

Yang Chaoyue looked at the bowl of plain noodles in front of him with some disbelief. It had cooled down a bit, but there was still some hot steam spreading in the cold wind.

She swallowed, but didn't dare to move, and spoke in a whisper: "Give...give it to me?"

Jiang Yang didn't even glance at Yang Chaoyue. He worked on his own, skillfully pressing the dough into sheets. The veins in his forearms bulged. "Have it while it's hot. I meant it for myself, but you got it for free."

As Kang Wen watched, his back couldn't help but sit up straight.

I particularly noticed that the female beggar's little finger curled up unnaturally when holding the bowl. This is the beggar's instinctive reaction, and great attention to detail is paid.

The degree of interaction between the characters was shown, and there was no problem in passing the audition. Judging from the performance of the two, there seemed to be plot twists and suspense.

The plot design is good.

Kang Wen didn't stop, but watched with interest. The intercom at his waist began to crackle with electricity, accompanied by Yan Min's voice: "Are you done with the audition? Come here."

"I'll be there in a minute. I'm busy right now."

"I've never seen you put so much effort into auditioning extras before."

"This time is different."

Kang Wen didn't want to listen to what Yan Min said next. He turned the knob of the intercom and changed the channel.

Yan Min frowned and poked his head out from the inn, seeing Kang Wen sitting in front of a noodle stall about ten seconds away, sitting upright and concentrating on rehearsing two extras.

If you didn’t know, you would think it was an acting class.

This is not the casual look Kang Wen usually has when he auditions extras.

"It's just a tryout, are you into it?"

Yan Min walked closer and found something wrong.

The actor who plays the noodle stall owner is not pretending to knead the noodles, he really can do it.

The dough was kneaded until smooth and elastic. Next to his muscular forearm, there was a wooden basin covered with a damp cloth, where the dough was resting. If I hadn't known that the noodle stall was a makeshift one, I would have thought someone had pushed a wooden cart into the street scene the production crew was constructing.

"It's a solo audition. This guy's acting is really good. No wonder you've been watching for so long. What plot is he performing now?"

Yan Min sat down next to Kang Wen, his eyes falling on Yang Chaoyue: "Why don't you move away from this beggar? Where did he come from? He's disturbing their performance."

"This one is also an extra, playing a beggar who steals food from the noodle stall owner."

"Rivalry?"

Yan Min looked at Yang Chaoyue again.

The hair is messy and dull, mixed with dust and grass debris, and there is obvious oiliness near the scalp.

If you don't look closely, even he can't tell that the dirt on his face is made up. Even the traces of dried snot on his philtrum are very realistic.

Not to mention the cuffs that were torn into strips and the stains between the fingernails.

The mildew on the beggar's clothes was very lifelike, as if he had really been curled up under a leaky eaves for half a month.

It is impossible for the makeup artists of the program team to put makeup on the extras. Even if they do, the details probably won’t be so detailed.

Her steps were unsteady, her back was hunched, and only after a closer look at her facial features could I vaguely recognize that she was a female beggar.

"They put on their own makeup," Kang Wen explained. "And their manners, I didn't teach them..."

"Let's talk about it later." Yan Min made a hushing gesture, stopped talking, and watched silently.

Out of the corner of Jiang Yang's eye, he saw Yan Min coming over. He managed his expression very well, still immersed in his role. He sliced ​​the dough and looked up at Yang Chaoyue:
"I won't bother with you about stealing. Eat quickly and help me with my work after you finish eating."

Yang Chaoyue stood awkwardly in front of the stall, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

His eyes moved from the cash box to the bowl of noodles. After a while, he revealed an ugly smile and squeezed out three words from his throat: "Thank you."

She picked up the bowl of noodles, grabbed the slightly hunched noodles with her stained fingers, stuffed them into her mouth, and her sleeves rubbed against the pillar, leaving a cloud of dust.

"Don't dirty my noodle stall." Jiang Yang scolded.

"sorry."

Yang Chaoyue tried his best to wipe the panel with the clean part of his sleeve.

"Don't wipe it, it gets dirtier the more you wipe it, use chopsticks to eat it"

"well."

Yang Chaoyue reached out to take the chopsticks she had placed in the food area, but found that Jiang Yang had replaced them with a clean pair at some point.

As for her pair of chopsticks, which were made of tree bark and covered in mud and of varying lengths, Jiang Yang threw them into a basin of cold water to wash them, making a splashing sound.

"Come and eat here." Jiang Yang patted the side of the noodle stall near the fire: "It's warm here, and there are stools."

Being warm is just an excuse.

The main reason is that this position is close to Kang Wen and Yan Min, allowing them to see more clearly.

"It's enough for me to squat. The stools will be dirty if I sit on them, and the guests will still have to sit on them."

Yang Chaoyue glanced at Jiang Yang nervously, picked up the chopsticks, held the bowl, squatted down, huddled by the fire, and slurped the noodles.

The noodles had no seasoning, no minced meat or vegetables, they were just warm and tasted bland.

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang's instructions, stuffing the food into his mouth, choking and swallowing. "Delicious!"

"In this scene, the female beggar is the protagonist. The girl's acting is a little deliberate, but it is quite spiritual..." Kang Wen said in a low voice.

"Shh." Yan Min made another shushing gesture.

My requirements for extras are far lower than Kang Wen's.

It is completely sufficient for the extras to have such acting skills.

I remember that Tang Shuliang from Canxing called him specifically and said that there were two outstanding extras this time and asked him to pay attention. What were their names?

I really can't remember the name for a while.

Forget it, let’s continue watching the performance of these two extras.

Seeing Yang Chaoyue finish half a bowl in a short while, Jiang Yang slowly put the cut noodles into the pot, turned his head and said to Yang Chaoyue:

"I was delivering something to your house today. I passed by your house and chatted with your father, who has a bad back. He was really worried that you would get beaten up outside."

"Don't look at me because I'm thin. I fight to the death."

Yang Chaoyue looked up and muttered something, with the corners of his mouth slightly turned down.

"Have you found the money for your father's medicine?" Jiang Yang gently stirred the noodles in the pot with chopsticks and glanced at Yang Chaoyue.

When Yang Chaoyue met Jiang Yang's gaze, he was slightly stunned.

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