"Okay, let the assistant press you in the future."

After pressing Liu Yifei for a while, the hotel came over and Ding Xiu let go.

In the crew, few artists who are somewhat famous eat lunches are ordered from hotels or restaurants.

A drama is worth hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars, but who can treat me a few bites of food?

After moving his neck, Liu Yifei said, "But my assistant doesn't know how to massage me. What should I do if I'm lying on the bed every day, I won't be long before I become a fat man. By then, I will be the ugliest one in my family.

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Ding Xiu nodded seriously: "You are the ugliest family if you are not paralyzed."

The little girl is not as good-looking as her mother, she is too young and has a little less charm.

I accidentally saw Liu Yifei's family photo before, and my aunt is quite beautiful.

The black and white photos of my grandmother when she was young are also beautiful.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the ugliest family.

"Break up a friendship!" Liu Yifei said angrily: "I will no longer be your master, nor will I be my apprentice in the future."

Ding Xiu put the food in front of her: "Yes, yes, eat it while it's hot, and let your assistant come to me this time. I'll teach her how to massage the cervical spine."

Liu Yifei's assistant is an aunt in her thirties. She is usually responsible for taking care of her diet and daily life. She is part-time Liu Xiaoli's eyeliner.

Ding Xiu has received many calls from Liu Xiaoli in the middle of the night these days.

He never said that he was afraid that Liu Yifei would be stuck in the middle and could not do it.

Ding Xiu divided some of the food to Zhao Liying who was busy: "I ran around and shook my eyes so hard that I sat down to have a meal."

"Oh well."

After responding, Zhao Liying took the food and sat down. The car was filled with big stars. She couldn't even talk about any topic. With her, she couldn't let go of chatting, so she simply went out of the RV to eat.

Sure enough, this walk makes it even more lively.

In the afternoon, the crew went up the mountain to film, and it was another day of martial arts.

"Teacher Wang, you can't kick your feet like this."

"Your tendons are a little hard."

"You won't even be able to do such a simple move."

"How did I do it? Isn't this enough to have hands?"

Ding Xiu is often "instructed" by Wang Luoyong. When the two of them come to the opposite scene, they are inevitably inclined to see students in class, but Ding Xiu can't say anything.

Literary opera is his weakness, and Wang Luoyong pointed out that all came true.

Although the words are correct, they sound bad.

Until today, Ding Xiu finally got back to the stage. Wang Luoyong's martial arts skills were not as good as him. He just showed a few moves, and Lao Wang almost felt ashamed.

"Is this called simplicity?" Wang Luoyong was hit as he watched Ding Xiu roll over two and a half circles empty.

He didn't even have the nerve to say that he had practiced Peking Opera when he was a child, and he was a martial arts student, so he had a martial arts foundation.

But compared with Ding Xiu, the gap is too big.

He really wanted to use the strength of young people to comfort himself, but the fact is that he could not be as relaxed as Ding Xiu when he was young.

"Isn't it simple? It's all basic movements." Ding Xiu lifted a sword and turned around and changed his eyes to a dazzled sword dance: "Teacher Wang, if you are interested, we will have time for a good exchange."

On the surface, it seems to be avenging private revenge, but in fact, Ding Xiu is mostly ridiculing.

Although Lao Wang is a bit old-fashioned and loves preaching, he is prone to Confucius when he sees young people, Ding Xiu does not hate him in general.

Because he is qualified to preach, every time he comes through his guidance, Ding Xiu feels that he has a richer understanding of the characters.

Before he even met Wang Luoyong, he just used performances as a money-making business, and never thought that there was such a profound art.

He even dared not think about those stories that will last a lifetime in a drama.

"Okay." Wang Luoyong smiled and said, "I happened to be studying the topic of the role of martial arts and movements in film and television dramas recently. I heard Zhao Jian say that you are an expert in this field, so I just happened to ask you for advice."

Ding Xiu bowed: "I dare not take it for advice. I will definitely know everything, but I am just a martial artist, and I am afraid I may not be as good as you wish."

"I know you are not very educated, so I will leave the knowledge to me. You can just be responsible for explaining martial arts to me."

Ding Xiu: "..."

Although it is a fact that he is not educated, he can tell it out with it.

In fact, many artists are not very educated, and they are not alone.

Including those professional students, it is the same in Lao Wang's eyes. On the surface, it looks like three years of university and one year of internship, but in fact, few people in major performance colleges can take three years of courses.

Most of them go out to take on roles in sophomore and junior high school, and some even go out in freshman year and come back to take the exam every semester.

In this case, most professional students have high school students’ educational level. After years of college, they have forgotten their high school knowledge, but they have no education.

Some artists have become monks halfway through the journey, with only a junior high school education.

So in this circle, Ding Xiu has nothing to be inferior to himself. If the eldest brother doesn’t talk about the second brother, everyone is almost the same.

Wang Luoyong added: "Don't worry, I won't take your credit. After the research results are published, the column of author's signature will definitely add your name."

"That's so sorry." Ding Xiu smiled.

"What's so sorry about this? Don't bother me. I think you young people should really read more books and don't be fooled by money. Look at you, when you ask about your performance knowledge, you don't know any questions.

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"Really, I think it's a miracle that you can get to this day, but if you want to go further in the future, it's not OK to not improve your acting skills. You can't beat the best actor by playing."

"If you have time, you can come to the theater and listen to the class. It will only benefit you but not harm you..."

Wang Luoyong is actually not as preaching as Ding Xiu thought. He just saw that Ding Xiu was young and was similar to the students he taught. He was smart and capable, and had talent for acting. His only disadvantage was that he did not work hard enough and wasted his talent. He felt that it was a pity.

That's why I'm willing to say a few more words.

In the actor industry, what you strive for in the end is life experience and cultural accumulation.

Why are martial arts actors not easy to win awards? Because they spend all their time practicing kung fu and rarely study performances.

Take Cheng Long and Liang Chaowei as an example. It is estimated that even ten Liang Chaoweis can't beat Cheng Long.

But when it comes to acting skills, even ten Cheng Long can't beat Liang Chaowei.

At major film festivals, the judges evaluate their acting skills. What’s the use of your high kung fu?

As strong as Li Lianjie has begun to transform now. When you watch his movies, you will know that there are fewer and fewer martial arts, more and more literary and emotional scenes. This is the manifestation of hard work.

When he came again, Ding Xiu's scalp was numb and he hurriedly bowed: "Teacher Wang, I've been taught. I will definitely go to you to play the show if I have time. By the way, I don't understand the script. Can you please ask you some advice?"

"Where can't understand?"

"In this line, Yang Guo always feels that his aunt Guo's feelings are a bit too stiff. Although he is a killer of his father's enemy, he also has the kindness of raising him and should not be so indifferent."

"It's wrong. Yang Guo is a person with a clear relationship and is not that silly. It's enough to hesitate a little while you perform. Don't go too far. Change the lines according to your own feelings and find the best angle.

How do you feel comfortable?"

Ding Xiu was surprised: "It's not good to change the lines randomly."

After five years in the industry, he rarely spoke lines, and how screenwriters write and read them.

He has a specialty in his profession. He is not a screenwriter and is definitely not as good as others in his control of the script, so he generally doesn’t interfere in the script lines.

Except for Xu Haofeng's passing martial arts world, I was too immersed in the play at that time, and I couldn't help but move a few plots under my emotions.

Wang Luoyong sighed and shook his head: "The lyrics written by the screenwriter are 100% in line with the characters, is it definitely right?"

"If you always act according to the script and don't have your own ideas, then you will be a second-rate actor for the rest of your life."

"Actors act as secondary creations, shaping characters on the existing script framework. Remember, it is shaping characters, not getting close to characters. If you just get close to them, you will never be able to play the role to the extreme."

"For example, no matter how you go to the construction site to experience life, you will not be able to really perform a migrant worker. At most, it is 80% or 90%."

"After all, you are not a real migrant worker. Working on the construction site is one aspect. You cannot experience other people's family life and life experience."

"So we need to shape characters, use our knowledge and query information to construct a migrant worker image in our minds, and then put ourselves in it, listen, see, feel..."

"Screenwriters are not omnipotent. Not to mention the Shen Diao crew, even many top screenwriters may not be right. For example, Liu Zhengyun wrote an article called Review of the 1942, which talked about hunger and the characters were so hungry that they were all hungry.

I was still full of energy. I saw that I was full and I had never been hungry."

"Of course, if you want to modify the script, you must first convince the screenwriter to convince others with reason and convince others. People will only admire you and will not blame you..."

Wang Luoyong said a lot, and Ding Xiu was impressed by one sentence. He acted according to the script and was a second-rate actor all his life.

So, before work that day, Ding Xiu took the script to find the screenwriter.

The screenwriter said that he was about to finish work and asked him to talk about it tomorrow. Ding Xiu thought of what Wang Luoyong said was convinced by reason, so he pressed the screenwriter on his seat with one hand and asked him to read the script.

Sure enough, the screenwriter's temper suddenly improved, saying that the suggestions he made were great and he must consider them carefully.

The next day, Yu Min caught Ding Xiu and squirted.

"Ding Xiu, what are you doing? The screenwriter said you want to hit him."
To be continued...