Chapter 71

"No, there's nothing to see." Sure enough, Lu Siyuan quickly rejected him.

Ling Han forbeared and forbeared, but still didn't, "do you like Bai zice?"

He said like, refers to the fans like stars, like ordinary people in the discussion of stars will ask "do you like XX star", a very normal question. But unexpectedly, Lu Siyuan's handsome face suddenly sank down with a sneer. His discomfort seemed to disappear with the sneer, and he returned to his usual cold and calm Lu Siyuan.

"How could I like him?"

"But..." Ling Han's puzzled eyes swept to the one person high wooden cabinet, and her expression clearly conveyed what he wanted to say - since she didn't like it, why did she collect so many objects of Bai zice?

"He's too stupid for me to like." Lu Siyuan did not seem to want to say more, strode out of the bedroom.

Since the landlord doesn't want to talk more, Ling Han doesn't want to ask for nothing, so she won't

Again, because of the great impact, it was deeply imprinted in my mind. It suddenly occurred to him that Lu Siyuan was about to sweep the grave for baizice when he was just born again. Qin Yong had said something to him at that time. It seems that Lu Siyuan and baizice had a quarrel, and then baizice died in a car accident. Lu Siyuan felt guilty.

Is it because of his guilt that Lu Siyuan collects the bits and pieces of Bai zice?

Will he feel guilty again when he sees those picture books? Does this self torture make sense?

The more she thinks about it, the more complicated it becomes. Ling Han shakes her head. Nowadays, when we talk about Bai zice, it's really like talking about someone else, not ourselves.

After that, Lu Siyuan leaves. Ling Han doesn't know where he has gone. He has no qualification and no need to ask. At present, his biggest headache is the problem of Tang Ye's giving, how to understand the role of Bai Rufeng.

At that time, Zhu Beixian's betrayal hit him too hard. Under the influence of empathy, it was difficult for him to maintain a peaceful attitude to face the role of Bai Rufeng.

Ling Han takes out the script from her backpack, goes to the single sofa in front of the French window, sits down, and turns on the floor reading lamp nearby. The soft orange light gives people a comfortable and gentle feeling, but Ling Han does not relax at all. If not

If he can give Tang Ye a satisfactory answer, he will lose the chance to participate in TV series.

At about 11 o'clock in the evening, a slight voice came from the door. Ling Han, still without any clue, turned her head and saw a tall figure in the living room.

Lu Siyuan is back.

He walked like a noble and elegant cat, making no noise.

"Not sleeping yet?" Lu Siyuan didn't turn on the headlights either. His figure was a little fuzzy in the dark.

After removing the interference of appearance and environment, Ling Han truly understood the charm of Lu Siyuan's voice for the first time. The blurred vision makes people's senses focus on their ears. Lu Siyuan's voice is like a stream flowing in the dark, soothing like warm water. It is also like an elegant Cello Sound, with touching tone, bringing people wonderful enjoyment.

That voice is too charming. Ling Han gives a sound in a trance.

Lu Siyuan's figure moves towards Ling Han, and soon comes to Ling Han. When his sight sweeps the tea table, he stops. When Ling Han hesitates to hide the script, a white and powerful hand has already taken it first

I left the script.

Ling Han thought, whatever, just watch it. Tang Ye didn't tell him not to show the script to others. In the whole living room, only the floor lamp behind Ling Han's ear emits a lazy yellow light, which encircles them in a relatively narrow environment.

"I know this play. Tang Ye is preparing for it." Lu Siyuan sat on the opposite sofa and turned over. He was surprised and said, "did you get the role of Tang Ye?"

"Not yet."

"What part are you?"

"White as the wind. Mr. Tang said that my understanding of the role is biased. I hope I can come back and think about it. "

"So..." Lu Siyuan laughs. I don't know if it's Ling Han's illusion. Lu Siyuan's tone is much softer than usual. "Where are your differences?"

Ah, Lu Siyuan would ask more about him. Ling Han was very surprised and a little secretly excited. He is worried about it. If someone talks to him, maybe he will find something new.

Sit up straight, Ling Han will talk about the dialogue with Tang Ye.

Lu Siyuan was very quiet from the beginning to the end. He didn't comment too much and only asked for some details occasionally.

"Your difference is that Tang Ye thinks that Bai Rufeng loves her younger martial sister deeply and can put down her deep hatred, but you think it's impossible, right?" After Ling Han finished, Lu Siyuan asked, holding hands.Ling Han nods.

"Why do you think Bai Rufeng can't put down his hatred?"

Why?

Zhu Beixian's face was in his head.

Ling Han shakes his head. "Maybe it's from himself. I think it's impossible. That kind of injury, how is it possible to let it go? "

"Why not put it down?"

"Why can you put it down?"

Lu Siyuan pointed to the page with his slender and powerful fingers. "Bai Rufeng has a superior life since childhood, and has nothing to do with the world. His parents teach him attentively. What's worse for the youngsters who grow up under the influence of the miracle doctor Gu? Such a character makes it easier for him to forgive others, and the logic of the characters makes sense. He may have hated it, but when he decided to let go of his younger martial sister, he put down his love and hatred and started over. "

In the heart faintly some tingles, Ling Han purses the mouth, did not speak. According to the role analysis, he knows that Lu Siyuan's statement is correct, but he can't convince himself.

"Are you..." Lu Siyuan suddenly pauses and stares at Ling Han with cautious eyes. "Is self substitution too strong?"

Ling Han stares at the void ahead.

He really has too strong self substitution, so he can't accept that Bai Rufeng can easily put down his action. No, he doesn't accept the act of "putting down" himself, so he loses his position in the discussion with Tang Ye.

Maybe he hasn't spoken for a long time. Lu Siyuan closes the script, puts a thick stack of paper on the tea table, stares at Ling Han for a moment with a little thought, and says: "professional actors should integrate themselves into the role, feel the psychology and behavior of the role, try to reduce the existence of" themselves "and be closer to the role, instead of substituting their real feelings into the role, Let the characters fit themselves. "

The low tone of voice is like a sledgehammer hitting Ling Han on the chest. Ling Han is shocked and can't help looking up at Lu Siyuan.

He once said such a thing, probably to a younger generation in his last life. At that time, he was a mentor, and the younger generation was the one who listened to his rebuke. Now when he came back, he would be said the same thing.

How unprofessional I am now!