After the year-end cocktail party, the company went into vacation mode. Except for those employees who had scenes to shoot, everyone else could go home to celebrate the Year of the Pig. Zhao Yilin was no exception. After all, she had no scenes to shoot, and she was still attending the company's training camp to improve her acting skills. So, when other colleagues were busy attending the year-end cocktail party, she had already bought her tickets and packed her luggage in advance; and when everyone started buying tickets and packing their bags, she had already arrived home safely.

After more than half a year of separation, Zhao Jianquan saw his daughter appear in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was surprised to find that his daughter seemed to have undergone a drastic change - the carefree "Internet addict girl" who used to laugh all day long was gone, replaced by a girl who was full of worries and looked a little heavy. This change made Zhao Jianquan deeply worried.

On the third day after Zhao Yilin arrived home, Zhao Jianquan took her to the village to watch a play. There is a tradition in their village that during the New Year, they would invite a troupe to perform in the village. In years with a bad harvest, the performance would last for two or three days, while in years with a good harvest, the performance would last for about ten days. However, this kind of play is generally watched by older people, and young people are too lazy to go.

Usually, grandparents, parents and others go to the theater together, but this time Zhao Jianquan insisted on bringing Zhao Yilin along.

"Come on, girl, Dad will take you to the theater."

Zhao Yilin refused without a second thought. She didn't like the noise of gongs and drums and the noise of music. When she was a child, she only wanted to go to the opera to buy snacks from the snack stands. Somehow, there were always snack stands selling snacks at opera performances.

"I'm not going. You guys go. I'll cook at home."

Zhao Jianquan directly grabbed his daughter and forcibly pulled her out the door. "Go ahead. Dad must have asked you to go for a reason."

Zhao Yilin wanted to struggle, but stopped when she heard her father's words, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Jianquan said meaningfully: "Go, you will know when you go."

Zhao Yilin stood up half-believingly, and Zhao Jianquan told his son again, "Close the door at home and don't open it to strangers."

Zhao Lifei agreed readily, "Oh, I see." It would be strange if he stayed at home obediently once his parents went out.

The family of five arrived at the stage and found a seat to sit down. Because they arrived late, the show had already started, and it was "Farewell My Concubine". There were three actors with beards performing on the stage, and on both sides stood a row of soldiers holding knives and guns.

As soon as she saw this, Zhao Yilin wanted to leave. If there were any Huadan actresses on the stage, she could have watched for a while, but if there were only Laosheng actors, she really didn't want to stay even for a minute.

Seeing that she wanted to slip away, Zhao Jianquan stopped her and asked, "Do you know what the soldiers standing on both sides of the stage do?"

Although she didn't watch many plays, she still knew this, "It's just a supporting role."

Zhao Jianquan nodded in satisfaction, "That's right, then do you know who the extras are?"

She didn't know much about this. She wanted to make a random guess but was afraid she might be wrong, so she hesitated and shook her head. "I'm not sure, who is it?"

“They are all apprentices of the opera troupe.”

Zhao Yilin thought it was reasonable. Since the apprentice couldn't sing, he had to play minor roles. Just like herself, wasn't she also a minor role?

"Then do you know what the role of the apprentice is?"

"Just to increase the numbers. Without these little soldiers, Overlord would not be the king." Zhao Yilin answered confidently. This was her own reason, so she was very confident.

"Wrong! Opera singers have to wear makeup and costumes, and theatergoers know that these soldiers are completely dispensable. But why do we have to have so many people standing on the stage? First, it's for exercise, and second, it's to learn opera."

Zhao Yilin was surprised. "Learning opera? But isn't opera taught by masters offstage? Otherwise, how could there be the saying 'one minute on stage, ten years of hard work offstage'?"

"It's not wrong for the master to teach from the audience, but acting is all about improvisation. The performance on stage can only be learned on stage. Don't be fooled by these extras standing there without a single line or moving. In fact, they are all seriously learning from the actors on stage."

Zhao Yilin turned around to look at her father and saw a meaningful look in his eyes. She immediately understood why her father insisted on dragging her to watch the show. So this is how it was.

After the father and daughter looked at each other for a few seconds, Zhao Yilin smiled first. "Thank you, Dad. I understand."

Zhao Jianquan was very pleased, "Do you really understand?"

Zhao Yilin answered with certainty: "I understand."

Zhao Jianquan wiped his eyes, "It's good that you understand. Dad doesn't know what acting is, nor does he know what an actor has to learn; but Dad often watches operas, and knows a thing or two about learning opera. To learn opera, you have to learn the basic skills of singing, reciting, acting, and fighting, and then watch the master perform behind the scenes, and then play supporting roles on the side of the stage for a few years, and finally you can really perform. Only by going through each step solidly can you become a star, Yilin, Dad believes you can do it."

Zhao Yilin wiped her tears without any concealment, "I understand, thank you, Dad." In front of her father and mother, she was just their daughter. She could cry when she wanted to cry and laugh when she wanted to laugh, without having to hide anything.

Zhao Yilin watched this play for a whole day. She knew what she needed to do most now, which was to learn. She couldn't go to those professional acting schools, so she could only learn on the spot. So, next she planned to be a qualified extra. No matter how many roles the company gave her in the future, she would play her part well and pay attention to the performances of other actors. When her acting skills were good enough, she could become the heroine as long as there was another opportunity. But she didn't expect that this extra would run for many years.

After the Chinese New Year, Zhao Yilin returned to the company full of energy, waiting for the company to arrange her into the group. Her training camp courses have been successfully completed, and the company should also arrange roles for her. Now she can only play whatever roles are available, and she is not qualified to choose the script, but no matter what role it is, she will play it well.

Seeing how much better she was in spirits after the Chinese New Year, Wu Xueqi couldn't help but tease her, "Sister Zhao, new year, new atmosphere. You have a lot of dramas to shoot, right?"

In fact, Wu Xueqi is a few years older than Zhao Yilin, but she changed her age to appear younger. Zhao Yilin never exposed her but also never responded to her, because in her eyes, people like Wu Xueqi who used their bodies to exchange for resources were no different from prostitutes, and she, Zhao Yilin, had not yet fallen to the point of associating with prostitutes.

Seeing that Zhao Yilin ignored her, Wu Xueqi twisted her hips and left, still muttering: "Hey, calling her sister, she really takes herself too seriously." She never thought that she called someone sister not out of respect for others, but just to pretend to be young.

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