Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 64: As a father, I am most afraid of this assumption

"Sorry, sir, I'll cook another one for you." Jiang Yang grinned.

He used a long-handled bamboo colander to scoop out the noodles, drain them and pour them into a wooden bowl.

The portion is just enough for two bowls. Put it aside and roll out the noodles again.

Huang Lei stopped him, saying, "There's no need to cook it again. Just eat this portion. Don't waste it."

"okay."

Jiang Yang added bean paste, vinegar, chopped green onion and minced garlic to two bowls of noodles.

If there is no chili pepper, use cornus officinalis instead, which has a spicy taste.

He was just about to ask Yang Chaoyue to pass the bowl of noodles to Huang Lei, but when he glanced at Yang Chaoyue, he found that Yang Chaoyue was standing by the stove of the noodle stall, staring at the boiling water in the pot with a distracted look, his mouth corners turned down, and his brows were still tense.

The facial muscles continue to maintain the crying state.

"Chaoyue, are you okay?"

As Jiang Yang spoke, he gently patted the back of Yang Chaoyue's hand.

It felt cold to the touch, but Yang Chaoyue's cheeks were flushed.

This is not a normal state.

It is highly likely that Yang Chaoyue has not yet gotten out of the role and is still immersed in the tragic role of a female beggar, which leads to overactivation of the sympathetic nerves.

"I'm fine, Brother Yang, how was our performance?" There was a glint of light in Yang Chaoyue's eyes.

"You acted very well. That bow of yours almost scared Huang Lei silly." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Jiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Yang Chaoyue understood that he was acting.

It seems that he is not too involved in the tragic role and has difficulty in extricating himself.

Yang Chaoyue performed very well, even better than in yesterday's audition.

It was so good that he was able to get 4 points of acting attribute from Yang Chaoyue at once.

Jiang Yang continued, "There will be a lot of close-up shots and close-up shots of you in this performance."

"That's good."

Yang Chaoyue took a deep breath with his eyes blank, held it for a few seconds, and let out a long breath: "From now on, I won't have to rely on begging and fighting for food. I can make money at your noodle stall and buy medicinal herbs for my father."

Oops.

Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

It was obvious that Yang Chaoyue's breathing rhythm was a little disordered. He really thought he was the owner of the noodle stall.

It is very likely that Yang Chaoyue is experiencing emotional backlash.

It often takes strong psychological suggestion to successfully get out of the role.

In the crew, many actors will have this state of being immersed in the role, especially those who perform experientially.

This is because the brain is still stuck with the emotional memory of the role situation, and the amygdala continues to activate the sadness response.

To the point that I couldn't distinguish between the character in the play and my own identity for a short while.

Yang Chaoyue has not received any systematic training in film and television schools. He was so immersed in the role all of a sudden that it was indeed difficult for him to get out of it.

"Chao Yue, go sit in the back alley and rest for a while. I'll go serve noodles to Teacher Huang Lei."

"Okay, boss."

Jiang Yang said something to Yang Chaoyue, while carefully observing Yang Chaoyue's condition.

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang's instructions, turned around and squatted down to rest by the red brick wall in the back alley, but did not forget to take the broken pottery bowl from the program crew.

"Chaoyue, we don't need this bowl anymore." Jiang Yang reached out to take the bowl from Yang Chaoyue's hand.

Yang Chaoyue dodged and murmured, "I need it to make medicine for Daddy."

"The performance is over, it's time to take off your makeup and start Chaoyue."

"No need to remove makeup. I'll be fine in a moment."

Yang Chaoyue shook his head and squatted silently beside the red brick wall.

Her eyes were blank for two seconds, then she gradually hugged her knees, her zygomatic muscles trembling, tears streaming from her eyes, and she covered her face and cried.

At this moment, all the cameras are shooting Huang Lei.

No one noticed what was happening on Yang Chaoyue's side.

In addition to Jiang Yang, there was also a miniature camera hidden in the broken pottery bowl in Yang Chaoyue's hand.

Yang Chaoyue did not get out of the role state, which is certainly a good thing for the program team.

Yang Chaoyue can always maintain her status as a female beggar, allowing the audience to feel involved.

Jiang Yang understood that if this state lasted too long, it would stimulate the secretion of cortisol in Yang Chaoyue's body, leading to decreased immunity, electrolyte imbalance, and increased depression tendencies.

Overactive mirror neurons in the brain can cause the fictional tragedy of the beggar woman to be misjudged as a real traumatic memory.

It may trigger Yang Chaoyue's childhood psychological trauma.

Of course, the program crew wouldn't care about these things, but Jiang Yang, as the boss, couldn't possibly not care.

Let Yang Chaoyue relax for a while first. It would be best if Yang Chaoyue could get out of the role himself.

If Yang Chaoyue can't do it, he needs to intervene.

An actor with strong professional ability, rather than a vase actor who relies on traffic, will go through this step sooner or later.

"Sir, your noodles are here." Jiang Yang brought the bowl of noodles to Huang Lei's table. Huang Lei stood up, extended his hand to Jiang Yang and said with a smile, "Don't call me sir, let's get out of this role for a moment. Young man, my name is Huang Lei."

"Hello, Teacher Huang Lei, my name is Jiang Yang." Jiang Yang wiped his hands with the cloth tied around his waist, then stretched out his hands, bent slightly, and shook hands with Huang Lei respectfully.

"Which college are you from?"

"I'm in my third year of high school and will probably take the art exam next year."

"Not a professional? Just a high school student?" Huang Lei raised his eyebrows slightly for a second, and even his tone became a degree higher.

Others may not be able to see the subtlety of Jiang Yang's performance, but how could he, a graduate tutor in the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy, not see it?

He acted very restrainedly, giving all the roles to the girl. This is not an easy thing to do, and only experienced actors can do it.

But Jiang Yang is a high school student.

"Have you ever been on a crew before? Have you ever been the lead in any drama?"

"If I had been a leading actor, I wouldn't be here as an extra."

"Hahaha, that's true. You do have quite a talent."

Huang Lei suddenly became interested. He smiled and said, "Are you interested in coming to Beijing Film Academy?"

"I've already registered for the Beijing Film Academy's art exam."

"That's perfect. I'll be an examiner for the Beijing Film Academy's arts exam retest next year. Now that we've met, I'll give you a question specifically targeting your solo performance."

Huang Lei could see that the girl who played the female beggar was very emotional and had great explosive power.

Jiang Yang, however, played his role with restraint, creating the character's complex emotions through subtle control of details and inner tension.

This kind of restrained acting is more difficult than explosive acting.

For example, when the noodle stall owner played by Jiang Yang discovered that Yang Chaoyue was stealing things and expressed anger, the corrugator muscles and masseter muscles were activated synchronously.

Amateur actors usually only move their eyebrows.

When handing the noodles to Yang Chaoyue, his eyes were fixed on Yang Chaoyue, while the new actor's eyes would wander.

Throughout the entire process, all of Jiang Yang's micro-expressions were fleeting, lasting no more than half a second, which was very consistent with a person's own emotional response.

Often, new actors will make exaggerated facial expressions for several seconds when acting out emotions like shock or depression. In reality, the expression only lasts for a moment, reflecting the true physiological reaction to the emotion.

Jiang Yang performed very well.

This kind of restrained performance often touches the soul more directly than crying loudly.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details. Huang Lei knew very well that Jiang Yang had not shown his full strength.

If we let this young man act freely, how far can he go?
If a professional actor who graduated with excellent grades performed like this, Huang Lei would not hesitate to praise his efforts.

But for a high school student with no acting experience to be able to perform to this level, Huang Lei really wanted to know what the upper limit of his talent was.

"Just think of it as helping you adapt to the atmosphere of the art exam re-examination in advance. I'll act with you. How about it? Are you interested?" Huang Lei said with a smile.

"It's my honor, Mr. Huang, to experience the atmosphere of the Beijing Film Academy's art exam re-examination in advance."

Jiang Yang agreed.

This is an opportunity for me.

No matter how the performance turns out, at least I can make a name for myself in front of Huang Lei, which will be beneficial for my art exam at Beijing Film Academy next year.

Without any background or resources, one can only accumulate connections bit by bit.

Right now, there are more important things to do: "Can you wait for a few minutes, Mr. Huang? My partner is still immersed in the role and hasn't come out of it yet. I can help him calm down."

"is it?"

Huang Lei turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyue.

The female beggar squatting by the red brick wall behind the noodle stall had her shoulders drooped, her lower lip bitten, tears streaming down her face.

You can tell at a glance that this is a state of being immersed in the role and not out of the play.

"She acted quite well. What's her name?" Huang Lei asked.

Jiang Yang mentioned his name casually.

At this moment, he introduced Yang Chaoyue to Huang Lei with great seriousness: "Teacher Huang, her name is Yang Chaoyue!"

Huang Lei smiled, called his PD over, and pointed the camera at Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue’s performance just now, that desperate and stubborn spirit, was like a thin needle that suddenly pierced into my memory.

So when he saw Yang Chaoyue, his mind was filled with images of his young daughter Duoduo, acting coquettishly to him, being happy, and needing his comfort when she was wronged.

Suppose that my daughter Duoduo grows up and works hard outside, but no one can even remember her name. Just thinking about it makes me feel suffocated.

As a father, I am most afraid of this assumption.

I also suffered a lot when I was young, but now I can talk about drama while holding a cup of coffee, or I can squat down and eat a boxed lunch while growing crops.

Which father doesn’t want his children who are working hard outside to take fewer detours?

I have been caught in the rain when I was young, but now I am old, have a family and children, and there are many things that are beyond my control.

But this did not prevent him from holding an umbrella for the young man who was getting caught in the rain.

Looking at Yang Chaoyue again, who is still immersed in the role, he can still see the shadow of his daughter in this little girl.

At this moment, Huang Lei's eyes were filled with the tenderness of a father and the expectations of a predecessor.

He smiled at Jiang Yang, his tone gentle but unyielding: "Come on, tell us in front of the camera, what's the name of the actress who plays the beggar?"

(End of this chapter)