&1t;>"So?" Ken's father had calmed down and had a business smirk on his face, "How are you going to oppose my decision?"

Ken didn't answer and stood up and left the smoky study. In the bedroom, he looked at the luxurious he had once loved more or less, and somehow became angry.

The veins burst out with his hands tightly pinched, and he knew that even so, he could not change his decision.

This is the same from beginning to end and cannot be changed.

The battle between father and son lasted for a long time, as if there was no possibility of negotiation. Ken was not ready to take the thorns and apologize, and rubbed the volunteer stylus in his hand repeatedly.

"If he doesn't let me go, it's not impossible for me to fill out the application for a film school myself." Ken put the application form in the book, and he was careful and thought that he had gotten something.

The young boy had a dream of the future, and had no idea that his old father was not far away, thinking about how to block the beautiful dream he had kept in his heart for so long.

In a few months, the college entrance examination will be. Ken's grades are not bad. After the exam, he was very content and was very satisfied and never worried about the admission.

A few days after the college entrance examination, a thin admission letter was sent to his home. It was not the film school he had hoped for, but a business school. His father threatened and tempted him to fill in the second choice.

A quiet emotion spread in his heart. Ken threw the admission letter on the table without caring about it, waiting for his father's second confrontation.

It is obvious that things are a good thing for his father. The business school he applied for is world-class, and the admission line is so high that he is not even sure of kens. The score line of the film school should be more than twice as low.

In order to stop him, it was such a good way. Ken's mouth bent in a curve of sneer, and he quickly sorted out his clothes, and turned his back on his way to find his father.

"Young Master." My father's secretary poked a head out of the study, "The president wants you to reflect on it. Your bank card will be frozen today. As for when you figured it out..."

The secretary seemed to be silenced but stopped. He pulled out a note from his hand and handed it to Ken: "Just go to this college to report, the time limit is only this holiday."

Ken looked indifferently at the note in the secretary's hand. He recognized the English words on it, and the handwriting was also familiar, his good father's word.

Ken had no intention of taking it, and he suddenly turned around and left the place. At that moment, he was not helpless about the blockade of funds, but more of a deep joy and a sense of relaxation.

Ken didn't go home for several days, and lived with his friend's house and lived on his remaining savings.

He has already started to swim in various sets, meeting all kinds of people. He is more lucky and can get a position as an extra, get a few yuan in rewards, and live a happy life without being rich.

In fact, he also tried to find some directors who had some friendship on weekdays to get along with it. It was almost the same as self-recommendation, but unfortunately, the person who really accepted him really didn't show up, but the person who made fun of him could catch him.

After so many years of speaking out, Ken seemed to have tasted the feeling of frustration in the world. Soon after, he could guess that this was his father's disguised threat, hoping that he could follow his planned life tricks and go firmly.

As he stumbling along the way, it is not easy for Ken to get from an original extra to now being able to get one or two cannon fodder characters.

This noble young man loves acting miserablely, devotes himself to it, enduring the humiliation of never having eaten, but never gives up. This life has been going on until now.

He Chenxi listened to Ange1ia's story and was deeply touched by her heart. She glanced at Ken's figure who was leaving, and always felt that she could see his shadow.

"He is very good." He Chenxi praised, with a smile on her face and a slow voice. "It is not easy for a spoiled young master to endure it now."

Ange1ia nodded, and her face seemed to be moved with heavy makeup: "That's true. I can't tell how big his transformation has been since before, but it's still not small."

There seemed to be a little sadness in her words, but He Chenxi knew that she was more appreciating, appreciating the temperament of a playboy disciple and the persistence she worked hard for her dreams.

There is no origin, He Chenxi can still see his previous figure in his heart. He is also trying to fight for the acting industry. The reason is simple, and the word "love" is enough to summarize.

The makeup artist who helped Ange1ia remove makeup was very quick and he handled some tedious things in two or three minutes. Looking at He Chenxi, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

The two walked out of the set together, talking very little but not at all, but there was no feeling of loneliness. Unusually, the gap between the two gradually became thinner.

The filming of the script began soon. He Chenxi called Ken that night, and he didn't waste any words and talk, so he went straight in.

"Our script will start filming tomorrow." He Chenxi's voice was faint. She looked at the moonlight in front of the desk, and felt a little sad.

The sound on the ken side was noisy, and the sound of machines quarrels with women all the time. It sounded very familiar, so it should be the set.

He Chenxi looked at his watch and it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night. But at this time, Ken didn't go home and rest. Will he make some money on filming night scenes on the set?

Before she could think too much, Ken's voice came from the phone. He should have changed his seat, and the noisy sound was just faintly visible and not very obvious.

"Ho." Ken's voice was filled with joy, "What did you say just now, I can't hear it at all."

He Chenxi patiently said the words, and the ken, who had just fallen from his voice, began to cheer: "This is of course the best, but do I need to bring some more things myself?"

"There is no need for this." He Chenxi spread his hands, his tone with some teasing and invisible concern. "Remember to bring your people to me and don't get tired of your body. Although our crew is small, it does not accept disabled people."

There is a meaning of talking about the fact that Ken is filming night scenes. The latter just shrugged and looked at the dark sky and felt that he could keep the clouds clear and the moon bright.

Ken got up one morning the next day. He got it until after three o'clock in the morning to film a night scene, but he had no intention of sleepiness and was so excited that he could not get rid of it.

He Chenxi arrived on the set a little later than him. Seeing him rubbing his hands with a faint smile, he stepped forward and joked, "Why, so early."

"Ha." Ken spit out a monosyllable, and the remaining smile was all displayed on his face. "Isn't it a bit anxious? I have to be more active after finally being able to turn over and be the master."

He Chenxi understood what he meant from the bottom of his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was faint.

The other crew members arrived soon, and there were only a dozen people in total, and there were no fine equipment. They looked like a little workshop.

The shooting began soon, and He Chenxi sat beside the camera, watching Ken's unfamiliar but extremely spiritual performance, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Ken is an actor with great value in shaping. Until now, He Chenxi can completely guarantee that the introduction of the true feelings after acting is unknown to ordinary actors.

But the saying is still a bit short of perfection, but according to this situation, it seems that it is not far away.

The first scene ended smoothly, and Ken's eyes were full of feelings. He walked over to look at He Chenxi and turned his head naturally: "It feels really good to finish the whole scene."

"Indeed." He Chenxi said something nonsensically, and she suddenly felt something was wrong with her speech, and she felt a little sad in her heart.

Ken's eyes were bright, and as soon as the scene ended, he began to think about the next scene. He Chenxi looked calmly from the side, and Qianqian's fingers slowly passed through the script.

Most of the places she pointed out were scenes that didn't seem simple. Ken's expression shook and then he naturally said, "He, how do you think these should be performed to show true feelings?"

When asked, He Chenxi was unexpected. She suddenly said "ah" and looked at the script thoughtfully: "Is it necessary to bring my whole body and mind the most in this scene?"

After saying that, He Chenxi scratched his head thoughtfully. Although this kind of question is not the first time that he has answered it, the answers are consistent every time. But she really believes that performance comes from life, and only by bringing her own feelings can the audience feel the emotions of that character.

I am happy for a virtual character, and I am sad for her.

This is the first time that Ken heard this. In the past, when he asked those directors, he basically said perfunctorily: "Look at it more and practice it more and you'll come out." This is the only time someone told him a real story.

It is a bit vague and cannot be denied, but the specific results are not accurate. It may be based on personal understanding.

She did not deny Ken's understanding, and she even felt that Ken could accomplish better than anyone else.

Ken's eyes shone with some light. He tightened his hand, looked at He Chenxi and wanted to thank him, but heard her continue, "I'll take a walk with you later and preview it first. Don't hide it or take into account the opponent's acting skills for you. There are too many distractions and are not suitable for acting."

Ken responded as if he didn't understand. His eyebrows and eyes were curved at He Chenxi's face, and his words were a little startled: "Why don't I call you Teacher He?"

Looking at Ken's serious look, He Chenxi felt that there was no sense of incongruity.

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Chapter completed!