Wang Yu looked at the girl and thought of a word.

First love face.

What kind of face can be called a first love face?

Maybe it's big eyes, maybe it's eyebrows that are suitable for thickness, maybe it's a perky nose, or maybe it's a not-so-sharp oval face.

Or use two simple words to describe it, clean.

She was wearing a white down jacket and standing in this bookstore, like an elegant pear blossom, clean.

In short, all aspects of this girl are almost in line with the feeling of first love.

As he looked, the girl in front of him seemed a little unhappy.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Wang Yu's face flushed. He knew that his eyes were too presumptuous. "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. Do you need my help? Miss?"

The "Miss" in this day do not have so many complicated meanings, but are indeed polite words.

The girl was a little angry, and it had nothing to do with the title of "Miss". It was because the waiter looked at people too much, but she had a serious matter today.

Besides, this person apologized just now.

"May I ask, do you have the book "Actors' Self-cultivation" in your store?"

After hearing the title of this book, Wang Yu couldn't help but think of the comments of many people in later generations about this girl.

Beautiful is beautiful, but can't act.

Thinking of this, I inexplicably feel that I have a heavy responsibility.

"Wait." Although Wang Yu is on duty, he has to take his work seriously, but he is not familiar with it.

So, the girl saw a particularly interesting scene, a boy wearing a plaid shirt, glasses, and a green apron, shuttled back and forth in rows of bookshelves.

Wait, is that the wife happy?

It seems that a little less, is it too much fun?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing.

The girl's face turned red, she felt a little guilty and explained casually.

"I'm not laughing at you."

"I know, it's this apron, right?"

"Oh? How did you know?"

"Believe me, I was laughing before."

Hearing this, the girl burst into laughter again.

The two of them just talked from a distance, but it was really interesting.

"I said, you're pretty funny."

"If you want to live a good life, you have to be a little optimistic."

Wang Yu almost said it was a little green. Fortunately, it was optimistic, but when he thought of his apron, he seemed to be right to say green.

This feels very strange.

His words made the girl laugh. She didn't even dare to speak, for fear of laughter and dying in this small bookstore.

I'm lucky, this book really has this book in this bookstore.

“Finally found.”

"Oh, thank you for your hard work."

The girl was very polite and tried hard to keep her smile on her face.

Wang Yu handed the book over and took it with the girl like a pear blossom.

Generally speaking, when others hand over the money, the business activities carried out by the bookstore can end there, but Wang Yu said something.

"This book is quite difficult to understand and difficult."

"Oh..." The girl didn't care at first when she heard this, but just replied simply. She was actually reading the cover of the book. It was an old man on it. It took about a few seconds to react, "Have you read this book?"

To be honest, even now, Wang Yu is still a little hesitant, but after all, he has to continue talking, "I actually belong to Beijing Film Academy."

The girl opened her mouth wide after hearing this, "Beijing Film... I, I didn't even pass the exam."

It feels a bit cute, but the subtext of this sentence is very clear:

You're not a liar, are you?

Will Beijing Film Academy be waiters in such a store?

Wang Yu had expected it, so he immediately said: "There is no distinction between high and low, only the division of labor is different."

The girl felt it was funny when she heard it, but she didn't make it funny, so she said, "Do you really know this book?"

Wang Yu couldn't help but laugh at himself, "I will definitely ask him to add money to me when the boss comes back. I am a waiter and a storyteller."

This time the girl couldn't help laughing again. She smiled very well and asked back: "Are you from Beijing Film Academy? Don't brag?"

"Is this a provocation?"

"That's right." The girl admitted generously.

"Okay, let me make it clear first. I am actually a writer or director, not a performance, but I have been exposed to performance knowledge in school." Wang Yu said ugly words first.

"Oh, that's it, oh? It sounds quite professional, but you're not fooling around, right?"

"Miss, I'll remind you that you have used this provocation twice. Haven't you heard Seiya's famous saying?"

"A trick can only be used once on Saint Seiya!"

The girl actually knew this joke, which really surprised Wang Yu, and he followed immediately.

"Since you like Saints, we are friends."

"Who is with you..." The girl almost fell for a fool, but she couldn't say too much, so she had to turn her eyes elsewhere.

Wang Yu knew that he had passed a little, and he had friends for the first time when he met. This was wrong, so he smiled and said, "Just kidding, I'll tell you now?"

"Okay, I'll listen."

Wang Yu, a big troll, is a basket of slap in his mind. Now, the time has come to show his true skills.

"The Self-cultivation of Actors" was written by Stanislavsky, a famous artist in the former Soviet Union. This old man is not simple. This book explains his performance theory in detail. This theory is called the Experiential School. The whole book is written in the form of a diary, and the difficulty lies in this place. However, this Experiential School can be summarized."

"What?" The girl was already very curious.

"Experientialism, in fact, can be summarized in one sentence: the actor is that character."

I didn't believe it at first, but when the other party said this, the girl was deeply attracted.

"You're talking about this old man's name very well. Maybe he's from Beijing Film Academy."

"I'm real! Moreover, this so-called old man was quite handsome when he was young."

"real?"

"real."

This girl actually believed that Wang Yu was from Beijing Film Academy, and that she believed in his interpretation of the book, but she wanted to ask more questions, "But since the experience school is so simple, it can be explained in one sentence, why do you still have to write such a thick book? Isn't this old man Si tired?"

Wang Yu wanted to laugh after hearing this, but he still started to 'teach' seriously, "Because, it sounds simple, but it is difficult to do. It's like a man doesn't have to play a man. By the way, you can see this book soon after you read it. Si Shi played a black man at the beginning of his performance, Othello. As we all know, this character is a black man, and Si Shi Shi is a white man, so he has to go through the process of 'becoming' a black man, which is actually done by himself. In addition, he may not even be able to perform. If you go to a performance class, the teacher may ask you to play an animal."

"Animal?" The girl was deeply attracted, but she still couldn't believe it was true.

Wang Yu continued with a smile, "Have you heard of the famous British opera "Cat"? As the drama is called, people play cats."

"..." The girl was completely attracted.

Wang Yu knew that she would perform this way, so he took advantage of the victory to pursue it.

"One of the classic songs is like this," memory~turn-your-face-to-the-moonlight..."

It actually started singing.

The Lihua girl was stunned at that time. She was shocked in her heart. Not only was she convinced that the boy in front of her must be from Beijing Film Academy, but the things he just said about performance must be of great help to her.

But then...

"Ahem, I know this."

Beautiful for only three seconds!

"Don't make me so funny..." The girl almost burst into tears when she smiled, but she still said, "This sentence is already very powerful, that, I..."

"You want to say that you may not be able to do it?" Wang Yu seemed to have a look into her heart.

"..." the girl nodded.

"Actually it's not that difficult. It's mainly to grasp the characteristics of the character you want to experience, such as cats, what are the characteristics of cats? Cats can lick their claws, right?"

Having said this, Wang Yu raised his right hand and leaned against his mouth.

"You try."

This sentence seemed to be magical, and the girl couldn't help but do it, and the posture of a cat appeared in her mind. The claws were licking, which should be buckled under the palm, retracted inward, and then...
Chapter completed!