"Very good, you are a slow-heating type. After a few times, you will be in the state." Django commented.

"Then..." Liu Xuexin's eyes showed expectant eyes and asked anxiously: "Teacher, did my performance just now pass?"

When he heard this question, Mo Lan and Luo Xiaoxia all looked at it.

Django smiled slightly and said, "This performance cannot be said to be flawless, but it is better than many child stars who debuted. It is very layered. More importantly, it plays the mysterious and clever character very naturally."

If there was a camera just now, I would give her a close-up of her face, and the last second I still had a innocent smile, but the next second I switched to a hairy and upright smile, which would be very shocking.

The end of acting is not "acting", but the actor's ability to understand the inner and behaviors of the role he is currently playing has reached a certain level of integration and commonality, just like his past experience is like this character, using his own character to display the roles that exist in words in an artistic way.

To sum up, it is eight words - natural and easy to control and release.

Obviously, Liu Xuexin has talent in acting.

After hearing Django's words, Liu Xuexin smiled happily and bowed and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Luo Xiaoxia doesn't know how to act, but she is not blind. Seeing the scene where her daughter and Django just now, her daughter seemed to have become a different person. Even her mother-like illusion was illusioned and was substituted into the plot.

Does my daughter really have this talent?

She was in a mess.

Django turned around and smiled at her, saying, "Ms., Ling Ai meets the requirements of a character in our company's new movie. Now I sincerely invite her to participate in the filming."

Mo Lan also believes that the role of Sinuo can be played by Liu Xuexin, and even feels that she has a star aura and potential and will become popular in the future.

Luo Xiaoxia had no choice but to look at her daughter deeply.

Django said again: "Madam, you can rest assured that I will stagger the time of shooting, and it will not affect the normal study and normal life of Ai."

Luo Xiaoxia opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Ms., don't worry, our company has the best reputation in the industry..." Mo Lan came over to greet her, obviously very optimistic about Liu Xuexin's future and wanted to sign it.

Django smiled faintly, and he couldn't guess her intentions and let her do it. It's easier for women to chat with women, and signing it up is a good thing. You can bind it to the system to earn [superstar value].

Immediately, he turned around and looked at Liu Xuexin and said, "Your acting skills are good, but students should focus on their studies. Even if they really want to take the path of actors in the future, they have to take the Yanjing Film Academy, the Central Academy of Drama, and the Magic City Academy of Drama."

Liu Xuexin nodded seriously and said, "I know."

Luo Xiaoxia and Mo Lan talked for a long time, from educating children, to industry prospects, to future planning, etc. In short, they were told to shoot contracts, sign contracts, and sign them one by one.

Of course, in order to take care of Liu Xuexin's study and life, the contract was customized.

They are not unscrupulous brokerage companies, and they sign contracts just to squeeze out the value of artists.

With the two key actors of Tang Ren and Sinuo completed, the crew began to be formed, and the start time was advanced to mid-April.

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On Wednesday night, it was the day when "Classic Songs" was broadcast again.

Deng Jing and Tai Han are a couple born in the 1985s. Their son Deng Zihao is in the fifth grade at the age of 10 this year.

Deng Jing came out after taking a shower and said, "It's what time it's still watching TV. I won't go to school tomorrow? Go to bed quickly."

Deng Zihao raised his chin and replied, "I have an imperial edict!"

Deng Jing asked in confusion: "What imperial edict? Did your mother agree?"

Tai Han came out of the bedroom and said, "I didn't agree. Watching TV is a homework assigned by their Chinese teacher."

"What?" Deng Jing raised his eyebrows, his tone immediately raised a little higher, and said to his son: "Which homework is considered to be a homework for watching TV? Do you want to make it up by yourself?"

Deng Zihao explained: "It was the Chinese teacher who asked us to watch the "Classic Songs and Spreads" that was aired tonight, and then wrote a 500-word review.

Deng Jing was skeptical, and then went to the class WeChat group to take a look and said in surprise: "It's true, we have to read it too?"

Tai Han narrowed her eyes and said, "Just watch it. This show is only an hour. Can't you spare this time to spend with me and my son?"

Deng Jing hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes, you must be able."

So, the family of three watched TV in the living room.

[This song "Climbing the Stork Tower" uses electronic music and people and lyrics to cleverly create a sense of the times, giving it a new interpretation...]

...

[We often say that education is more important than words and words, and silence is better than sound. Although poetry is a tangible thing, if you can turn poetry into songs and then let children understand the aesthetics or values ​​of the ancients in a subtle way, it may be the best way to moisten things silently...]

...

["Jobs in the Army" is actually an ancient Yuefu title, which was used by ancient literati to express their feelings. However, the "Jobs in the Army" written by Yang Jiong is different from most people who write about the hardships of the army and the difficulty of marching, but it writes the spirit of the country being responsible for the responsibility...]

...

Songs and poems gradually changed Deng Jing and Tai Han's attitude towards the program "Classic Songs and Spreads".

"This program is very good and very educational," Deng Jing praised.

"Yes, look..." Tai Han pointed to his son who was taking notes and said with relief: "Usually, he was asked to memorize poetry, either his eyes hurt or his stomach hurts. Now, it doesn't take any more to say, he sang along with the TV."

Deng Zihao heard their conversation and turned his head and said, "It's easy to remember, the beacon shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy..."

As he said that, he sang out the "Traveling in the Army" by Yang Jiong of Tang Dynasty.

At this time, another singer on TV appeared.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Wow, Lin Yu!" Deng Zihao exclaimed.

"Who?" The couple looked at each other.

"A singer, the dream he sang in that rabbit, is the class song of our class." Deng Zihao explained.

"Oh, it's the one who sings to cry your mother, right?" Deng Jing smiled.

"It seems like you are not crying, a big man is crying loudly." Tai Han complained.

"Uh..." Deng Jing smiled awkwardly and turned around and said, "Stop talking, let your son listen to the poems he sang well."

On TV, Lin Yu sat on a single bench in the middle of the stage, holding a handful of Jimen, and after a brief pause, he gently plucked the strings.

When the first note came out, drums, electric guitars, bass and other instruments were also played, and a rock-and-roll, powerful melody was jumping happily.

I saw Lin Yu with a faint smile on his face, and he looked ahead with the music, singing: "The east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night

Blow down the stars like rain

BMW car cart full of fragrance

The sound of the phoenix flute moves

The jade pot turns

One night fish and dragon ~ dance..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, a magnificent momentum came to his face.

as if.

At a glance, I came to the day of the year that was thousands of years ago.

The east wind blew, and countless lanterns were shaking, as if thousands of flowers were urged to bloom. The fireworks were chaotic and falling down, as if the stars in the sky were blown down, like bursts of star showers.

The gorgeous BMWs come and go on the road, and all kinds of intoxicating fragrances fill the streets.

Feng Xiao’s pleasant music echoed everywhere, and the moon emitted bright fluorescence in the air, and the light flowed.

Fish-shaped and dragon-shaped lanterns churned in the lively night.

"Moths and snow willows, golden wisps

Smile and fragrance go away

Looking for him thousands of times

Looking back suddenly

That person is

The lights are dim.”

After singing one song, Deng Jing and Tai Han didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The couple was deeply shocked by the magnificent momentum in this song.

Is this a word?

Is this a song?

This is a strong feeling that collided with classical and rock.

Deng Zihao was only in the fifth grade and did not learn this lyrics. He listened to the song but did not understand it. He asked naively: "Mom and Dad, who is this 'he' who is in the dim light when he looks back suddenly?'

Tai Han came to his senses, pulled his son to sit beside him, and said with a notebook: "You have to understand this 'he' according to the above text. Look, what I said before was 'moths and snow willows', which refers to a girl wearing bright ornaments on her head and colorful clothes in the crowd."

"Nonsense." Deng Jing sat down on the other side of his son and said, "Xin Qiji is a battlefield hero and a battlefield general. His patriotism is vividly expressed in every poem. The person standing in the dim light is a portrayal of himself. The history at that time was confronting the Southern Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty, and he was not valued, and he could not use his literary and military strategies. He felt an extremely melancholy feeling, so he could only admire himself on the side, just like the person standing outside the lively atmosphere, giving people a sense of aloofness, reflecting the style of a noble man who was neglected and refused to join the crowd."

Deng Zihao grabbed his scalp and asked, "Mom, is Dad right?"

"Yes." Tai Han wanted to refute, but he held back and said, "Xin Qiji is a hero who is anti-Jin. His words are very bold and generous. You can read them more in the future."

This is the energy of songs, this is the energy of poetry.
To be continued...