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Chapter 8 Hanqiao's First Experience
For acting, Han Qiao has his own thinking.

He roughly divides acting skills into three levels, similar in shape, similar in spirit, and nuanced.

It seems that he doesn't have much understanding of the characters. According to the director's requirements, he should act the characters in good plays honestly and not play. Most of the actors in the later generations can't even meet this most basic requirement.

Reaching the first stage and not playing, the spirit and spirit must fit the character, so that the inside and outside of the play are integrated, that is, the spirit is similar.

In the performance, if you really think about the role thoroughly, and use micro-expressions and eyes to explain the role, the real performance is invisible, as if a person has stepped out of the play.

Of course, Han Qiao can't reach the first stage, but he also has his own method. People can't escape the five emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, joy and sorrow. Han Qiao's method is to train his own emotional expression.

As for the textbook, watch the movie!

Han Qiao thought it over and started to act. He first learned the emotion of "joy".

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The next day, as long as Han Qiao had time, he began to observe everyone passing by on the street.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

In fact, even ordinary people perform all the time, but this kind of performance is natural, so many times we will express emotion: "I didn't expect him to be such a person."

Han Qiao focuses on observing people’s expressions. Many emotions are first expressed from the eyes. When you are happy, your eyes will shine, and when you are sad, your eyes will shed tears.

No, a child passed by the store with cotton candy in his hand.

The child's happiness can't be hidden, jumping up and down, looking at the marshmallow from time to time, it can be seen that the marshmallow is very important to him, so even if he is jumping up and down, he still takes care of it carefully.

The adult's happiness is more subtle, well, Han Qiao didn't see it.

Instead, because of her fiery gaze, the young woman turned her head and stared viciously.

Seeing Han Qiao's handsome face, the young woman blushed and walked slowly with the child.

Makes sense, great.

Han Qiao retracted his head and honestly cleaned up the table.

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At noon, Xie Zizi rushed to the store in a hurry.

Han Qiao successfully bought him with a ten-cent lollipop yesterday. As the number one errand disciple under Boss Han's seat, Kid Xie was very witty. Seeing Han Qiao open his mouth and shout, "Brother Han, Brother Han, this is today."

Han Qiao took the white paper and looked at it. It was not bad. There were [-] people ordering food at noon today, [-] servings of dumplings, and [-] servings of noodles. Han Qiao ran over to add the noodles in the morning.

Han Qiao cooked the dumplings and noodles in a numb manner, took four more bowls, put them in the bucket, and trotted to start today's business.

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The time of struggle passed very quickly, and it was sixteen days in a flash.

this afternoon,

As usual, Han Qiao prepared the orders for the three chess and card rooms.

In fact, over the past 300 days, Han Qiao has already saved more than [-] quick cash, thanks to the fact that he included the third chess and card room in the scope of food delivery.

Of course, the liaison officer of the third chess and card room is also Boy Xie. Han Qiao pays him 15 yuan a month, including three meals.

Xie boy happily followed Han Qiao's butt all day long, this child is also pitiful, without a father.

After 46 days, Hanqiao analyzed the data and found that there were about [-] servings for the three lunches every day, and a little less at night, only [-] servings, so Hanqiao had to prepare a little more at noon.

After a while, boy Xie sneaked out from the street.

Running to the dumpling shop, Xie Xiaozi dragged Han Qiao into the shop, his eyes rolling: "Brother, I have important information. When I came out just now, the owner of the fast food restaurant in front was discussing with my mother."

"I heard from the owner of the fast food restaurant that he can also deliver it there, and can give my mother a share of the profit."

"Brother, you have to thank me. I came out of the tea room and deliberately slipped my foot and spilled the boss's pants."

Thank you, kid, ghost spirit.

Han Qiao was so happy that he almost coaxed everyone into a filial piety.

Patted Xie boy's head: "Good job, brother didn't hurt you for nothing."

"Brother, what should we do, do we want to kill him back?"

A few days ago, Han Qiao told the child about Nezha's modified version: "What's wrong with beating, killing, and killing? What should I do? Cold salad."

"What about today's order?"

"Here." Kid Xie curled his lips, and took out a crumpled homework paper from his pocket.

Han Qiao looked at it, good guy, there were only twelve people ordering, it seems that Xie Xiaozi also inherited his mother's blood.

Han Qiao prepared twelve servings of dumplings as usual, but this time he didn't need to put them in a bucket, and held them generously in his hand.

Han Qiao didn't run this time, and walked slowly to the chess and card room.

This result did not surprise him, and it was even a few days later than he thought. He originally thought that with so much extra money out of nowhere, the boss of the chess and card room should have gone out to contact him.

If Han Qiao wants to continue to do it, he has a solution, nothing more than establishing a platform similar to the mildew group in the future, from a small workshop to the prototype of a company.

But he wasn't interested. He had already made enough money in these sixteen days, and it was time to leave.

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With an idea in mind, Han Qiao moved a little faster.

The chess and card room is still the same, full of smoke and the sound of mahjong.

After Han Qiao finished ordering the food and collected the money, Boss Xie stood at the door, smoking a cigarette against the counter, squinting at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao walked to the counter: "What's the matter, sister, there is something on my mind!"

Boss Xie gave Han Qiao a blank look: "Your boy and my son have become brothers, so I don't know what I'm going to say!"

"Actually, thank you boss. Your son and I are on our own terms. Although he calls me brother, in private I am still making up for his lack of fatherly love."

"Tsk tsk, you have the heart but not the guts." Boss Xie took a puff of cigarette at Han Qiao and shook the ash: "Seriously, don't be poor, I promised the fast food restaurant owner that in the future, all the takeaways in the store will be allowed." He sent it."

"It's a good thing." Han Qiao chuckled, thanking the boss for being a good person, and it's not easy to pull his son. One penny is two cents, and Han Qiao understands.

"Sister, this is from today's noon, please keep it." Han Qiao counted and took out today's delivery fee dividend.

"Is this Miss Mai Tai?"

Boss Xie didn't accept the money, and Han Qiao didn't force it, so he wrapped a red envelope for her son later.

Back at the dumpling shop, grandpa and aunt are entertaining guests.

Han Qiao asked. The other two chess and card rooms did not order food at noon today, and he knew it in his heart.

I didn't tell my grandpa and aunt, but in fact, my grandpa and aunt were exhausted in the past sixteen days. They didn't expect this small restaurant to make money, they just opened it to pass the time.

Han Qiao tied the second elder to the chariot, feeling very guilty.

In the evening, the dumpling shop saw off the last customer.

The aunt sat on the stool, beat her waist with her hands, and asked Han Qiao cheerfully: "Boy Han, why didn't the chess and card room come to order today?"

Han Qiao kept his hands on and cleaned up the stove: "I've made a lot of money these days, and when I thought I'd had enough, I stopped the food delivery over there."

"You boy, where is the money, and you want to marry a wife in the future?" The aunt was a little angry, her waist didn't hurt, and she straightened up: "Now marrying a wife is very expensive, if you don't earn more while you are young, there will be no girls in the future." marry you."

Han Qiao put down the rag in his hand, walked up to the aunt, and patted the aunt's shoulder lightly: "Aunt, I'm so handsome, I'm afraid my wife will give me a bride price in the future."

"Hahaha, you kid."

The aunt laughed happily, and patted Han Qiao's hands: "You are not promising, and if someone gives you a gift, you can't eat soft food."

Han Qiao made the aunt laugh, and the uncle smoked a pipe and said, "Are you planning to go to Hengdian?"

The store was suddenly quiet.

The aunt turned her head to look at Han Qiao, her eyes were moist.

Han Qiao sighed. After living for more than 30 years in the two lives, he was still not used to parting. He smiled at his aunt and said, "Why don't you say that my uncle is a god-man, who can pinch and count."

Han Qiao walked up to the aunt, squatted down and looked at the aunt: "Auntie, thank you, Brother Han, for taking care of you for the past ten days, otherwise I would have starved to death in Jinhua."

Thinking of getting along with each other for more than ten days, Han Qiao also felt very emotional. He didn't act, so he naturally felt uncomfortable: "During this time, there are so many takeaways every day, and I can see that you and the uncle are tired. Now I have enough money, how about it?" Make you suffer."

The aunt was also very sad. She thought of her son who was abroad and left her in the same way. She held Han Qiao's hand and said, "You are going to Hengdian. The aunt will support you. If you encounter unsatisfactory things in the future, even if you come back, the aunt will always be here." dumpling."

Everyone has emotional needs, needs to love, and needs to be loved.

Han Qiao talked with his aunt for a while, and after setting a time, the aunt went to make dumplings for him.
“Go out with dumplings and go home with noodles”

The uncle put down the dry tobacco in his hand, without so much emotion: "I have a brother from the same school in Hengdian, who also runs a restaurant. You can find him when you go. The locals have acquaintances, and it is convenient to do things."

"I'll write you a letter of introduction. Based on my friendship with him, food and accommodation are not a problem."

This is because even Han Qiao has thought about the way out. Han Qiao felt the tenderness, and his eyes turned red again.

"The dumplings are here."

The aunt brought dumplings and put them on the dining table. The old soup made from chicken soup was covered with tender green scallions.

Han Qiao didn't refuse, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted carefully.

Weep while eating.

This is the best dumpling he has ever eaten since his rebirth.

Under the orange light, three shadows were mottled on the ground.

(End of this chapter)