But Wan Changsheng definitely did not show off his talent, and knocked on the blackboard with chalk: "Teacher, in your era, there were farmers who were so poor that everything was closely related to life and production everywhere. This was a very pure situation.

But in the family of such a factory, I have made some progress and pursued it, because at least she has received primary education…”

As he said that, he started drawing new scene pictures on the other side of the blackboard. Ah, only he could draw with this kind of easy-to-use painting method.

People who read it don’t feel impatient at all, they are only novel about what will happen under the chalk: “The times are progressing, this is the change of some people in the family going out to work. They will have more appliances that are not commensurate with buildings and more plastic toys for children.

Even if it is cheap, it is not available in the countryside, but it is rare to buy anything for the elderly, because the elderly do not accept new things in the city, and those who are filial will give money directly..."

Lao Lei still held his arms, but he no longer had the contempt he had deliberately revealed before, thinking.

Wan Changsheng immediately opened another one: "This is a family that happens to be involved in the decoration industry. They know how to lay floor tiles, paint walls, and even paste wallpaper.

But I don’t understand why I do this and how to match it to look good, so there will inevitably be something that is useless, but they are actively moving towards the people in the city.

It is precisely these props that can reflect the characteristics of rural families and modern times. There is also spare money in rural areas to pursue a better living standard.

Although they are still not sure, they are already very different from the 1980s and 1990s when you summarized your experience."

This is very subtle.

But I would like to remind Lao Lei very clearly that your old experience is not right now.

It’s okay for ordinary people to say this casually. Lao Lei represents the highest level of domestic stage art.

He often goes out to give lectures, exchanges experiences, and conveys his attitude.

If you do not adjust certain details in time and stick to your own views that have been solidified for 20 or 30 years, once someone catches your braid, it is easy to ruin your signature if you are not handled properly.

There are three scene pictures on the blackboard, and just looking at the three pictures, you can clearly distinguish the characteristics of three families with similar economic levels.

Especially the latter two are both rural families and have some changes in their occupational characteristics.

Lao Lei looked at it in a daze and laughed quickly: "In recent years, I have fewer opportunities to go to the countryside to collect folks. It seems that I am indeed a little lazy."

Jiang Zhuqing was a little nervous. He was so angry that he was a graduate student who was not big or small with his supervisor, so he was afraid he would offend others.

But the current reaction made Lin Chuni's eyes flash.

However, Lao Lei pointed: "The class is almost two months old, even if it is your mid-term summary, continue..."

Wan Changsheng nodded and continued: "Stage art has two major schools of thinking, one is that stage art obeys the director and script, and the other is that stage art participates in the director and script. You are the master of the latter school."

Jiang Zhuqing couldn't help but feel nervous again.

Why does Wan Changsheng's academic view always rush up to the root?

This is just like the struggle between Huashan Qi Sect and Jian Sect. This kind of struggle in every industry is a life-and-death struggle.

The dispute between the north and the south is almost the same in Lao Jing.

But Wan Changsheng's attitude is to face this kind of struggle: "In my opinion, this is a false proposition..."

Oh, not only Lin Chuni wanted to stop him, but Lao Lei's eyebrows stood up.

So Wan Changsheng is brave.

He fooled the female disciples of the Southern Sect to come to the Northern Sect to be the successor, and now he dares to speak out: "This matter depends on the high status of the stage, the high status of the director and the high status of the screenwriter,

If you do your job, even Director Xi has to give you some face. You have to discuss any scenes with you, or just give this to you directly, because you have participated carefully, figured out and repeatedly considered how to experience the scene, so the director can save trouble and even inspire inspiration."

He also knocked on the blackboard while talking. He was used to taking classes in the art exam class.

But the words were taken in a gentle and friendly manner, and Lao Lei felt comfortable when he heard them. Looking at the detailed three rural scene pictures, only those who are attentive will analyze them so seriously and focus.

If you have this attitude of doing things, what can’t be done well?

The so-called eyebrows are slightly relieved.

Wan Changsheng continued: "If you change to a newcomer, how many of you are so lucky to be appreciated when facing the great director?

It would be nice to be able to hold your job well with fear, and you would dare to talk about participation or obedience? If we instill this idea of ​​elevating our status in the stage students during education,

In the future... in reality, society will be beaten to doubt life, and in turn, I doubt whether you are right or not."

Lao Lei was a little angry with a hho: "That means I was wrong?"

Wan Changsheng quickly shook his head: "You are right, but you have confused the two identities of educators and stage artists, that is, you have transformed the two identities of both virtue and art into one."

Lin Chuni may have lived with Wan Chang for one or two years, and she is indeed much more courageous. She dares to say a few hurriedly: "It's been a long time since I heard such fresh and refined flattery, and she still hyped so well!"

Jiang Zhuqing looks like my mother. Is the relationship between teachers and students in your stage and art major so casual?

Lao Lei couldn't continue to act the very slight angry expression, laughing: "Foof! Keep fucking! Kobayashi is responsible for taking notes and keeping all the evidence of his crimes!"

Lin Chuni immediately stopped talking and lowered her head and recalled her memories in pain.

Wan Changsheng is serious: "Maybe I have been doing four years of art exam training and deeply feel the intersection and difference between these two identities. It must be admitted that the vast majority of students, even college students and graduate students, have almost zero chances of becoming a top master like you."

This time no one laughed at him and he flattered him well, and he listened quietly.

Wan Changsheng also drew a triangle on the blackboard: "This is always a pyramid-like existence. Should we cultivate the top of the tower or the most solid base?"

Then I asked and answered: "Based on our country and such a large population base, I chose the latter, gave up some sect disputes and sect disputes, and expanded the scope of basic cultivation as much as possible, so that there is a greater possibility of more spires."

Put down the chalk and pat the gray: "This is my attitude. First, teach students to survive as much as possible and love this craft. Then they will continue to shine and heat up, and drive more people to join this industry. Among them, there will be a master with extraordinary talent, which is just around the corner."

Finally, Xiaoxiao: "It's not just about stage art, but about sculpture, seal carving and even the entire art system. Please correct me by the teacher."

What did Lao Lei correct? He was savoring it.

Of course, it is not about reminiscing about the fresh and refined flattery of Wan Changsheng, but about this independent thinking attitude.

Looking back at Lin Chuni: "Have you remembered it?"

Lin Chuni nodded vigorously: "I've recorded it!"

Lao Lei hmm: "Tell me...是我, don't stretch yourself too much. You are an artist. Don't let yourself bear too heavy responsibilities and burdens, relax."

Jiang Zhuqing didn't believe her ears anymore. The graduate supervisor commented on the students' reporting topics and actually told her to relax!

Which graduate student is not chased by his supervisor like a dog? Lao Lei is even more famous for chasing students to the countryside, collecting field, drawing materials, and looking at props can make people tired!

Now the sun is coming out from the west and tells students not to be tired.

It is said that Wan Changsheng is Lao Lei’s biological son. Is it true?

Wan Changsheng bowed his hand and held the gift: "Thank you for your concern..." Then he relaxed and smiled: "Without the Spring Festival Gala, I would be much more relaxed. I have hardly touched the plasticine until now."

Lao Lei said: "It's almost enough to beat mud, it's just a small part of the entire stage art. You have to focus on the overall relationship, otherwise it will waste your vision."

No matter how respectfully Wan Changsheng bowed his hand, he did not argue that sculpture was the foundation of his life.

Who doesn't want to capture such talents?

Guo Huaisheng treated Wan Changsheng as his own son, and Lao Jing and Lao Gou were even more willing to share their belongings, because Wan Changsheng was like a martial arts genius, with the fire, wood and earth skills trees being drawn quickly, and they also had a very strong pattern of leading the sect masters. Wherever they were pulled, they would be the future situation of carrying forward.

Turning back, Lao Lei is the legendary strict department head professor: "Wan Changsheng first accumulates skills, abilities, and operations before he starts to learn theory. Do you understand? These are tools. If you can't play tools well, don't brag about theory. If you can't play the theory well, don't talk about art! If you can't play the tools well, don't talk about art! If you can't play the tools well, don't talk about anything else. Hurry up and master the tools!"

The two girls were indeed scared and silent.

Lin Chuni also presented the recordings and notes just now with both hands.

Lao Lei left with satisfaction and turned around at the door: "Changsheng, remember to go to the crew more and talk more about the actors, especially young actors with potential."

Wan Changsheng looked ummy, ummy, but he was in his heart, who would care about me, young man now?

Lin Chuni immediately jumped up and breathed: "My God, tell me to master the tools quickly and go there. The eyes can kill people, and I regret that I can't be as strong as steel!"

Jiang Zhuqing could see it: "Blame us for not helping tens of thousands of directors, and let him support him alone."

Lin Chuni was not serious and jumped to Wan Changsheng: "It's almost like a young actress with potential!" She also emphasized the word gender.

Wan Changsheng is not surprised: "Does artists need to experience various emotions in person? It's just an excuse for some people to indulge themselves. Reading can make people feel other people's lives..."

Lin Chuni finally praised: "Awesome! Niu Pras! Can Old Lei Xin convince her."

Wan Changsheng simply taught her step by step: "It's this routine. When you set your mind high, when you talk to others, others will think you, wow, it's so tall..."

Lin Chuni understood in seconds: "Oh, I will do the same later. Is this to improve the aesthetics of the whole people and to improve the quality of the people?"

Wan Changsheng looked at her with a smile without saying a word.

Lin Chuni immediately reacted: "Oh oh oh, this is what Lao Lei said, he loves to listen to, Boss Li, who is profit-oriented, cares about money. I want to invest what he wants to talk about how to attract financing and make profits after going public?"

Wan Changsheng smiled with a child's face.

Isn’t this the routine of him talking to others and talking to ghosts in front of Guanyin Temple? Fortune-telling seals are just about improving life, death, misfortune, and good fortune first. Who doesn’t believe it?

As a result, Lin Chuni hugged him in ecstasy and kissed him hard, even poked his tongue. Before Wan Changsheng could react, he turned around and grabbed his helmet and ran away.

Before leaving the door, he even took a handful of Jiang Zhuqing's chest.

The graduate student of the performance major was so scared that he screamed and covered his chest, looking at the boy who was sluggishly covering his mouth.

I guess I am weighing whether to fight for a talk show!
Chapter completed!