Faced with the accusations of the two children, Xia Yitong could only shrug her shoulders to indicate that there was nothing she could do. She had always regarded Lu Yinbing as the eldest. As for the children, sorry, they had to stand aside in front of her wife.
A little later, I dreamed that Lu Yinbing was pushing a stroller and walking on the road wearing big sunglasses. One of her daughters fell out of the stroller and crawled all over the ground. Lu Yinbing walked around the small flower bed and came back to see a chubby white baby crawling on the ground. She looked at it a few more times in surprise. Why did the baby look so much like her own baby
The camera switched again, and it became the nursery. Two babies were placed on the soft carpet, each holding a handful of cards. Lu Yinbing threw out two cards first: "King Bomb!"
Daughter 1: "Ace bomb!"
Daughter 2: "Ace bomb!"
Lu Yinbing: "Do you know how to play cards? There is only one royal flush in a deck of cards. What did you two play?"
Daughter One and Daughter Two looked at each other, stiffened their necks, and uttered "Wow" in tacit understanding.
Lu Yinbing went outside to find Xia Yitong to seek justice. Faced with these three unyielding children, Xia Yitong, who had just returned home, felt her brain almost explode.
Lu Yinbing woke up once in the middle of the night and reached out to hug Xia Yitong. She heard her mumbling non-stop. After listening carefully, she realized it was "Help!" Lu Yinbing thought she was having a nightmare, so he turned on the night light and hurriedly woke her up.
After waking up, Xia Yitong rested her head hard on the pillow, and came out of the dream. Seeing her lover in front of her, she wiped her sweaty forehead and sighed: "Why are you arguing with the child? Sooner or later, you will make me exhausted."
Lu Yinbing: “Huh?”
Xia Yitong opened her eyes and observed that this was not a baby room with educational toys and a crib, but a small room separated by wooden boards and simply decorated. She immediately huddled herself in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "I'm dreaming."
"What did you dream about?" Lu Yinbing asked.
"I didn't dream about anything."
"Nonsense, I clearly heard the child."
Xia Yitong told her everything in the dream. Lu Yinbing was stunned at first, then smiled politely, "Don't worry, I won't do that."
Xia Yitong: “Yeah.”
I'm sure you can do even weirder things.
Lu Yinbing put her arm around the back of her neck and pulled Xia Yitong into her arms: "Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."
Xia Yitong said, "I don't have to get up early." She was on vacation.
"But I have to get up early, go to bed quickly." Lu Yinbing raised his hand to cover her eyes. Soon, the two of them competed in yawning and went to see Zhou Gong together. A slight snoring sound was heard in the room.
The next day, Xia Yitong saw how Lu Yinbing experienced life.
She didn't know when Lu Yinbing got up. She didn't sleep much the night before and had been running all the way. She talked to Lu Yinbing all day and didn't even close her eyes and slept until ten o'clock in the morning.
She put on her normal clothes and went out to see Lu Yinbing squatting in front of Yu Tian's door crying, her face full of tears, helpless and sad, crying silently and suppressed. Xia Yitong's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurried over to help her up and asked, "What's wrong?"
He nervously went to open Yu Tian's door: "Did something happen to Yu Tian?!"
"Burp." Lu Yinbing was interrupted by her and burped. He quickly grabbed Xia Yitong and said, "It's okay. I'm, burp, rehearsing."
"Rehearsal... practice?"
Lu Yinbing stroked his chest with one hand and drank a glass of water. A minute later, he returned to normal: "I forgot to tell you that Yu Tianyao and I have to act together frequently, and sometimes we have to improvise. Don't be too surprised if you see it."
Xia Yitong: "Then yesterday..."
Lu Yinbing: "Yes, yesterday was pretty normal. I gave myself a day off."
"Oh," Xia Yitong asked, "Is Yu Tian in the room?"
Lu Yinbing said: "No, she went out to school."
Lu Yinbing's tone was too natural, as if her real daughter went out to school like usual. Xia Yitong was a little confused whether Yu Tian was really going to school or just pretending.
As soon as a blank look appeared in her eyes, Lu Yinbing said, "Let's improvise. You play the role of the neighbor lady, the kind who likes to talk about family matters."
Xia Yitong: "Okay."
The two of them performed a round of improvisation. After it was over, Xia Yitong waited anxiously for Lu Yinbing's evaluation. Lu Yinbing didn't give any evaluation, and they swapped roles and performed another improvisation. Xia Yitong then discovered where the gap was.
She herself played the role of the neighbor lady with a sense of alienation. No matter how gossipy her words were, she tried her best to show the subtle materialism, sarcasm and calculation of the little people in her eyes, but her body language was not enough. It was not about being exaggerated. She had told Cen Xi before that there should be no exaggerated movements in the performance, which would be counterproductive. Lu Yinbing's movements were not exaggerated. Even when she tucked her hair, cracked garlic, and smiled, she exuded the simplicity of a working woman, not a beautiful girl from a small family in the city. Relatively speaking, Xia Yitong's performance seemed dry because she was afraid that excessive body or facial expressions would attract too much attention.
A flash of lightning flashed through Xia Yitong's mind, and he felt that he seemed to have fallen into another misunderstanding.
Everything is relative. What she said before was for Cenxi's role, including her own role, which is a tough and courageous female hero. Naturally, she will not curse on the street with her hands on her hips like a village woman. Most of the time, she holds a knife and is intoxicated with martial arts. Her laughter and scolding also reveal the chivalrous spirit of the people in the rivers and lakes. That chivalrous spirit comes from the heart and does not need to be over-interpreted. But the working women in backward areas are different. Can you imagine that she is busy every day for her husband and children. Can she be casual when she finally has free time to chat with you about gossip? No. In the memory of many people, they are often in a place where they can watch over each other, doing one or two jobs in their hands. Even if they are really idle, they will reveal a kind of anxiety that overflows the camera. Look outside the door to see if it is time, the husband and children should come back, and they have to cook again. They can't be idle. There are always a lot of things waiting for them to do. The vicissitudes of life day after day and year after year cannot be fully interpreted with just one look.
She pursued high-level and exquisite acting skills too much, hoping to reach the realm of "drama in the eyes" as soon as possible, but forgot that it was not only her eyes that had to act, but also her whole person, and the two were not contradictory. If Lu Yinbing did not wake her up, she would probably have to repeat the roles of Chen Qing and Mei Qi in the future. They would be the same in every role. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
She relived Lu Yinbing's performance again.
Lu Yinbing's eyes were naturally on point, and her hands were spread wide, which was not in line with her upbringing, but it was in line with her identity as a working woman. Even the way she held her hands was different from usual. There was a way to hold her hands in action movies, and there was a way to hold her hands in urban movies, and an ordinary working woman who took care of her husband and children had her own way of holding her hands. When she spoke, she looked to the side subconsciously, and when she sat there, she moved here or there. Those were all engraved in her bones after decades of life, without any deliberateness.
The moment she shouted "Cut", she completely detached herself from the role and returned to Lu Yinbing.
Some people are born to live for the big screen. Every movement is natural and there is no trace of acting. Is it just a talent? No, talent cannot be imagined out of thin air. One must be good at observation and apply it to performance imperceptibly. The former is attitude, and the latter is talent.
Lu Yinbing touched her ear and smiled at her gently: "Do you want to go out with me this afternoon?"
"What are you doing on the street?"
"Look at the people."
After watching all kinds of people all afternoon, when I came back, the door next door was open and the neighbor was cooking. The aroma spread at least ten meters away. Lu Yinbing pushed Xia Yitong over and whispered, "The opportunity to practice is here, go quickly."
He went back to his room.
Xia Yitong was chatting awkwardly with the aunt outside and came back ten minutes later.
Lu Yinbing was cutting meat in the kitchen: "How is it?"
Xia Yitong said: "It's okay, but she seemed to recognize me."
Lu Yinbing put down the kitchen knife.
Xia Yitong laughed: "Just kidding."
Lu Yinbing raised the kitchen knife with a gloomy face, and Xia Yitong ran away, shouting: "Yu Tian, your mother is cooking, tell me what you want to eat in advance."
Xia Yitong lived here for a month. Although there was the sweetness she had imagined, she spent more time receiving training from Lu Yinbing. She went out to see people and perform impromptu performances every day. Lu Yinbing did not give her one question a day, but waited until she had thoroughly understood a role before moving on to the next one.
Lu Yinbing was lazy, so he showed her his own script. They played the same role, and Yu Tian was the referee. They took turns to act opposite Yu Tian. It was not easy for this kid to be chosen by a famous director. He had a very stable stage presence and a strong aura. He was not afraid to act opposite Lu Yinbing. He spoke clearly and it sounded like he had worked hard.
Lu Yinbing found her unfamiliar and asked about her later. She learned that her family was a family of opera singers. Her grandparents, father and mother were all opera singers. They had taught her since she was young, so she had a very strong voice.
Xia Yitong was listening to the two of them acting together, and she remembered the lines that the old man had told her about.
"Want to act in a play?" One night, before going to bed, Xia Yitong told Lu Yinbing about this and asked for her opinion. After Lu Yinbing asked, she knew that it was the old man who specifically told her so. She nodded and agreed with both hands, "The play is great. Practice your lines and aura."
"So I won't take on TV movies?"
Lu Yinbing didn't care and said, "Most of them are bad movies anyway, so it doesn't matter if you don't take them. You can calm down and take bigger roles later. I'll let Xue Yao arrange it for you. You can practice for a year or so first."
In mid-May, Xia Yitong returned to Beijing, rejected most of the invitations, and concentrated on studying drama performance.
In early June, Lu Yinbing ended his life experience and returned to Beijing to rest for half a month. The film "Foster Mother" started shooting in a dilapidated town in the Northeast, and the opening ceremony was low-key.
At this time, Xia Yitong, who was far away in the capital, did not expect that just two months later, she would be forced to return to that small town again and stay there for half a year.