After listening to Liu Qiong’s thoughts, Lin Chaoyang pondered for a moment and said, “The first method of acting is too vulgar, the second type is moving and affectionate, which is indeed good. But this is a scene of father and son separation. This way, the emotions are a little weaker.

Xu Ling in my novel and script rejected the idea that his father wanted to take him abroad, and also allowed his father Xu Jingyou to see his son's firmness, his own opinions and full of confidence in the future.

Therefore, in addition to feeling sad about parting, Xu Jingyou's heart should not be so sad. Instead, he feels more at ease when he sees his son's maturity."

Speaking of this, Lin Chaoyang hesitated, sad but not sad, and it can make people see the character's relief and affirmation of his son. How should he express it?

Lin Chaoyang is not a professional actor. He has ideas, but he has no ability to put it into practice.

While he was thinking, Liu Qiong was also thinking about Lin Chaoyang's meaning. He understood what he meant. He would definitely not use the way he just wanted to show this emotion.

After a while, Liu Qiong stood up, pointed to Zhu Shimao and said, "This is the gangway of the plane."

Zhu Shimao immediately stood up to cooperate with him knowingly, and Liu Qiong simulated the scene of Xu Jingyou walking to the gangway.

He was about to part. He turned around and looked at his son in front of him, and then slowly took a step back, as if he wanted to imprint his son's appearance in his mind, his eyes full of reluctance and sadness.

Zhu Shimao also looked up at the "father" with deep feelings. At this moment, the two people communicated with each other like electric currents.

Xie Jin looked at the performance of the two, couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "Okay!"

Lin Chaoyang said, "Old Liu, add another sentence 'Let me see you again'."

When Liu Qiong heard these words, his eyes lit up and he started to interpret them again.

When he was separated for the last time, Xu Jingyou and his son Xu Lingjun stood by the gangway of the plane. He couldn't help but retreat and wanted to deeply imprint his son's appearance in his mind. He couldn't help but say, "Let me see you again!"

At this moment, Zhu Shimao, who played Xu Lingjun, could no longer control his inner emotions, as if the old man in front of him was his father who had been separated for many years. Tears burst out from his eyes, and he could not suppress his inner emotions and stepped forward and held the "father's" hand tightly.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Xie Jin clapped his hands vigorously and said excitedly: "There is emotions! There is! This treatment is great. The true feelings are revealed, which is a natural reaction of the true feelings. Shi Mao's last action was very good!"

The performance in just over thirty seconds completely showed the strong emotional state of father and son's separation, and even Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but applaud.

"Okay, it's right to act like this, the mood is right. The low mood of parting is rising. This scene is unified with Xu Lingjun's emotions when he ran back to the earth that raised him at the end of the film."

Listening to the praises of the two, Liu Qiong and Zhu Shimao also laughed happily. Liu Qiong said: "It is true that we need to focus on artistic creation."

Several people talked and laughed, and talked about the performance methods in the room for a few more scenes. At night, Xie Jin took Lin Chaoyang to have a drink before letting him go.

The official opening day of Yan Normal University was one day later than Yan Normal University. That morning, when the morning light was dim, the campus was already busy.

In September, not only will the school start for old students, but also the admission for new students.

Early in the morning, in order to welcome the new students, many teachers and students placed tables and chairs at the school gate and in front of various departments and put up welcome banners.

While everyone was busy, the roar of the motorcycle attracted the attention of many people. Looking up, I saw a red motorcycle galloping on the campus, with the figures on it heroically.

"Motorcycle? So rich!"

"Ride a motorcycle at school is too popular, right?"

"What's wrong with riding a motorcycle?"

Amid the discussions of passers-by, Tao Yushu rode a motorcycle to the second floor of the teaching.

It was very lively in front of the second floor of the morning. The classmates didn’t meet for a summer vacation. Today, they were very intimate when they met. They didn’t even go in the building, so they stood at the entrance of the building and chatted intimately.

Tao Yushu's motorcycle rode over from a distance, attracting everyone's eyes to her.

She parked the motorcycle, took off her helmet, and her long hair slid down, feeling an indescribable heroic spirit and elegance. Only then did everyone recognize that it was Tao Yushu.

"Ah! Jade Book, it's you!"

Wu Yingfang walked up in surprise and greeted Tao Yushu.

"Ying Fang!"

When Tao Yushu saw her old classmate, she greeted her with a bright smile and greeted others one by one.

"Yu Shu, when did you buy a motorcycle?"

Wu Yingfang walked around Tao Yushu's motorcycle with interest twice. Not only him, but when he saw Tao Yushu riding the motorcycle, the others also came over and looked at her and the Yamaha 125, looking around, excited.

"Yu Shu, how much did you buy this motorcycle? It's not cheap, right?"

"What brand is this? YA~MA~HA, Japanese brand?"

...

A group of classmates asked questions in a verbal manner. She felt a little uncomfortable when everyone watched. She got out of the car and walked to the door of the second floor of the teaching staff. The group of classmates were still interested in talking about her motorcycle.

"Oh! You are so awesome. I haven't seen you for a summer vacation and I've been driving a motorcycle." Wu Yingfang said half enviously and half jokingly.

Tao Yushu said: "It's just a means of transportation."

"Stop talking, stop talking. I can't listen to this. I also want such means of transportation." Wu Yingfang shouted silly.

"To be honest, how much does this motorcycle cost?" Wu Yingfang asked again.

A classmate asked this question just now, but Tao Yushu was not embarrassed to answer in public. At this moment, Wu Yingfang asked her alone, and Tao Yushu had to say, "This was bought at the Friendship Store, and it cost more than 2,600 yuan."

Wu Yingfang calculated with her fingers and exclaimed, "Isn't that almost four thousand yuan?"

"Look low, don't whine!"

Wu Yingfang said heartlessly: "I've come to school on a motorcycle, are you still afraid that I will make a noise?"

Tao Yushu's expression was a little helpless, and Wu Yingfang was right. On the Yan Normal University campus, her motorcycle was really too eye-catching.

In their Chinese Department, there are more than 100 students in the Class 77 and Class 7, and only more than ten people have bicycles, less than one-tenth of them.

This is because many of their students have participated in work and have certain financial strength.

Among the students in the next few classes, even fewer people have bicycles.

While everyone wasn't even riding a bicycle, she had already gotten on a motorcycle.

If you make an analogy, the current bicycle is equivalent to the scooters of later generations, while Tao Yushu's motorcycle is equivalent to driving the supercar into the campus, so the coolness is naturally self-evident.

"Your Comrade Chaoyang is really willing to spend money on you!" Wu Yingfang said with envy.

Tao Yushu and she are both students. Although she occasionally posts some comments and articles to earn some royalties, it is definitely impossible for her to afford expensive industrial products like motorcycles. It must be bought by Lin Chaoyang, a writer who can make money.

Listening to Wu Yingfang's words, Tao Yushu smiled openly and said, "He is reluctant to spend money on me. Could he spend money on you?"

Wu Yingfang said embarrassedly: "Nothing nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart!"

The two laughed and said a few words, and the students' enthusiasm for the Yamaha 125 gradually dissipated, and they went to the second floor of the teaching staff to prepare for the first class of the new semester.

The next day, Lin Chaoyang was working, and Li Shuguang suddenly came over.

Lin Chaoyang thought he was here to organize the manuscript, but Li Shuguang said: "Chaoyang, our publishing house plans to choose a novel and want to include your "The Wrangler" and "Little Shoes"."

The collection and publication of the novel means that there will be a manuscript fee again. Lin Chaoyang is naturally happy to agree, but he is also a little curious about what the name this novel is.

After Li Shuguang's explanation, he realized that this novel was planned at the invitation of AIA Yugoslavia, and all the medium and medium novels that have had a relatively large influence in China in recent years. By then, this novel will be translated and published in Yugoslavia.

"How much does it cost to get?" After hearing Li Shuguang's words, Lin Chaoyang asked his most concerned question.

"Three pieces of thousands of words."

"Too little, right?"

"A lot. How much has your reply fee been charged for both of your novels?"

"No matter how much I collect, it was written by me with great effort. If you add some more points, how can you give me such a low royalty? It's the same price as the reprint fee."

Li Shuguang looked at Lin Chaoyang helplessly, "Some of them are lower than us, those local publications..."

"Nonsense! Can you compare yourself with those local publications? After all, it is a publishing house with national characters. You have to come up with some ideas."

Lin Chaoyang attempted to brainwash Li Shuguang, but Li Shuguang did not accept his trick. "I don't know the royalties, otherwise you can go to the club to discuss with the leader."

"Then forget it, I don't want this manuscript fee anymore, don't charge the novel."

Li Shuguang didn't expect that Lin Chaoyang would turn over the table when he had disagreement, so he had to hold him back and persuade him: "You have to understand us, this is the task above, and the choice of novels is a loss of money."

"Do you have done less money-lossing? Who made you have the word "people" on your head? Are you just cheating me, the people?"

Li Shuguang couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, okay, I'm convinced. When I go back, I'll study the increase in the royalties for you. How much do you want? Don't be too outrageous!"

"A thousand words and eight pieces."

"It's too high, we're almost like reprinting..."

The two of them rallied for a long time, and finally Lin Chaoyang agreed to the price of 6 yuan, a thousand words.

After Li Shuguang left, it was almost lunch time. Lin Chaoyang walked towards the cafeteria and passed by the poster board at the entrance of the large dining room. Seeing that there were students preparing to eat watching, he came over.

Yanda’s poster column has always been full of liveliness. In the past few years, the big-character posters were exclusive reading materials here, but now they have become a place for students to publish poems and various insights.

Lin Chaoyang approached the poster board and saw the text on it through several heads.

"Looking at the Pros and Cons of Personal Heroism from the ".

Unlike the extreme views of the articles in "Shanghai Literature", this comment focuses on whether the sacrifice of the protagonist Jiang Nansheng is worth it.

The author's attitude is very obvious. He believes that Jiang Nansheng's actions are completely acts of impulse. It seems that he sacrifices his life to serve the country, but in fact it is a reckless act.

Since the publication of "The Chess Saint", many commentary articles have been published on the novel. There are students from Yandali who express their views on this novel, which is not surprising to Lin Chaoyang.

He looked around and didn't expect that there were quite a few students watching, at least twenty or thirty, and everyone was discussing in front of the poster board.

Someone recognized Lin Chaoyang and shouted with courage: "What does Comrade Chaoyang think of this article?"

The others also saw Lin Chaoyang at this time and couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "It's not bad, it's well written!"

After he said that, he pulled out and did not give these students the chance to play tricks.

After dinner, he came to Weiming Lake for a walk as usual.

In September, the heat gradually fades away, and even the wind is getting cooler. However, standing under the sun, the power of the autumn tiger cannot be underestimated.

Lin Chaoyang walked along the willow shade and walked to the vicinity of Zhongting, and saw several students there.

Cha Haisheng saw Lin Chaoyang from a distance, waved to him, and Lin Chaoyang walked over.

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Chapter completed!