novelslam Chapter 19 I can help you with the acting
Chapter 19 I can help you with the acting
Xu Yang was taken aback by her question; he had only been in this era for a few days.
Then he spoke, "Found it."
"Right here."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Xiaoli.
Liu Xiaoli seemed to understand something; her eyelashes fluttered, and she lowered her head to continue flipping through the script.
The room remained quiet for a long time, with only the sound of papers turning.
The warm light from the table lamp overlapped the shadows of the two people.
After a long while, Liu Xiaoli closed the script and let out a long sigh: "It's so well written. I think your script will definitely be approved."
Xu Yang smiled and said, "I hope so. I'll recommend you for the audition, and maybe you'll be able to land the role."
"Okay, I'd like to give it a try," Liu Xiaoli said with anticipation.
After thinking about it for the past few days, she felt that she could definitely give acting a try.
Becoming an actor and playing roles would be a wonderful life experience.
Becoming an actress does not mean she will give up her dance career.
She glanced at Xu Yang and then said, "Xu Yang, can I borrow this script to take back and copy it? I want to figure out how to play the role of Li Xiuzhi myself."
"Of course, if needed, I can help you with the acting; I'll play Xu Lingjun," Xu Yang said generously.
After all, the main character who acted opposite Li Xiuzhi was the male lead, Xu Lingjun.
He has a video of the movie "The Herdsman" and can learn from it by watching it himself.
In his opinion, with his enhanced learning ability, he should have no problem learning seven or eight tenths of Zhu Shimao's acting skills, which would be enough for acting practice.
Xu Yang's words made Liu Xiaoli's eyes light up, so she quickly said, "Okay, you said it yourself, then I'll go back and copy the script now."
After she finished speaking, she extended her hand to Xu Yang.
Xu Yang looked at her little finger and was surprised to see her childlike side, so he hooked his finger around hers.
"It's a deal. I'll rehearse with you whenever I have free time."
"You're the one lying!" Liu Xiaoli said playfully.
After withdrawing her hand, she happily hugged the script to her chest and got up to go back.
Xu Yang escorted her to the door, and only after seeing her go upstairs did he close the door and go back inside.
After returning to his room, he went into his personal quarters to copy a play script.
His computer database also contains many scripts for stage plays.
Plays and movies are quite different. Plays are stage productions, which require higher levels of dialogue and acting skills.
Xu Yang sat down in the study of his portable house and opened his laptop.
When the screen lit up, his gaze lingered on the "Drama Scripts" folder for two seconds before clicking on it.
The catalog contained a considerable number of works, including classics such as "Thunderstorm," "Teahouse," and "Rickshaw Boy," as well as some later critically acclaimed pieces. Xu Yang flipped through a few pages of the catalog, his fingertips gliding across the touchpad, finally stopping at a name.
Fifteen Strings of Cash
To be precise, it is a later, re-adapted version that, while retaining the main storyline of the original work, strengthens character development and dramatic conflict, making it more suitable for stage presentation.
He had watched the entire series online before his time travel and it left a deep impression on him. The story was fast-paced, the characters were vivid, and—most importantly—there were roles that suited Liu Xiaoli.
Su Shujuan, the wrongly accused girl, has a significant role and rich emotional layers. Her performance follows a complete arc, from innocence to despair and finally to being exonerated.
Xu Yang flexed his fingers and began to write.
This writing took more than two hours.
After he finished setting up the framework for the first act, he rubbed his sore wrists.
He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and stretched.
Tomorrow is the propaganda team's assessment.
I said I wasn't nervous, but I still felt a little uncertain.
It's true that Zhang Dahe has a good impression of him, but an assessment is still an assessment. With so many eyes watching, if he performs poorly, he will not only lose face but also implicate He Hui.
He took out a music score book, found the score for "Katyusha" in it, and prepared to practice it properly that evening.
Liu Xiaoli had given him a harmonica before, so he can practice now.
Xu Yang put the harmonica to his lips and tried to play a few notes.
The melody of "Katyusha" flowed from his lips, carrying a unique Soviet-style melodiousness and deep emotion.
This song is sung by almost everyone in this era, and its popularity is not much less than that of "My Motherland".
If a talent show is to be added as an option during the assessment, this rendition of "Katyusha" should be able to hold its own.
After all, it's a timeless classic melody; as long as it's played well enough, there's no need to worry about a lack of buyers.
Xu Yang put down his harmonica and stretched his stiff shoulders after he had played the entire piece perfectly.
He glanced at the time on his phone; it was almost eleven o'clock.
The assessment is at 2 PM tomorrow, so he still has a morning to prepare.
I turned off the computer, carefully placed the harmonica back on the table, and prepared to go to sleep.
He lay in bed, closed his eyes, and went over the pieces he would be performing the next day again, and then sleepiness washed over him like a tide.
The next morning, Xu Yang went to the courtyard to practice Vajra Kung Fu as usual.
Old Master Zhao Weiguo arrived even earlier than him and was standing in the usual spot, holding an enamel teacup, waiting for him.
The two had developed a tacit understanding. Xu Yang demonstrated the movements in front, while Grandpa Zhao followed behind and learned. The old man and the young man started their movements, pushed their palms, and turned their waists in the morning light, their movements precise and methodical.
After finishing his routine, Grandpa Zhao wiped his sweat and looked Xu Yang up and down.
"Why are you practicing so hard today? You've almost worn holes in these floor tiles."
Xu Yang took the towel handed to him by the old man, wiped his face, and smiled, "I'm a little nervous because I have to go to the propaganda team for the assessment this afternoon."
"Nervous?" Old Master Zhao raised an eyebrow, his tone full of disbelief.
Grandpa Zhao patted his shoulder; his calloused hand felt heavy.
"Don't worry about it. I've seen it all, I'm not one to suffer a loss. You're just born to be in power."
Xu Yang smiled, said goodbye to the old man, and went back to wash up.
He spent the morning in unusual tranquility.
I took out the harmonica again and practiced it twice to make sure that every note was correct.
He mentally reviewed all the questions Zhang Dahe might ask, from literary and artistic policies to his personal experiences, preparing every answer meticulously.
At noon, Liu Xiaoli made a special trip back to deliver lunch to him, and also brought him a pot of hot water at just the right temperature.
She sat across from him, watching Xu Yang eat so quickly, and couldn't help but laugh at him: "Eat slowly, it's not like you're going to the execution ground."
Xu Yang looked up and smiled at her, without saying a word. He quickly finished his rice and drank every last drop of water.
Liu Xiaoli saw him to the door, watched him get on the old-fashioned bicycle, and suddenly called out, "Xu Yang."
"Um?"
"Keep it up." She stood at the entrance of the building, the morning light shining from behind her, gilding her silhouette with a soft golden edge.
Xu Yang gave her a thumbs up and rode his bike out of the compound.