Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

It wasn't until after Han Fei released the snake that the camera crew breathed a sigh of relief, and Peng Peng had just gone white with fear.

"Brother Fei, how do you know the snake isn't poisonous?"

Well, the name calling has been changed, directly called Brother Fei, Han Fei laughed, "Actually, I was quite afraid of snakes before, wasn't it a while ago when we filmed [Fire 1941], there was a clip that was filmed to catch snakes."

"Ah? That shot is real, huh?" Zifeng shrieked, "I thought it was a double or the snake was fake."

Peng Peng also gulped, "Do they use real snakes in filming now?"

Han Fei laughed, "Not all crews use real snakes, but it just so happens that Director Li asked for a one-shot, so a real shot would be better, and that snake actually had its poisonous teeth pulled out, just like a grass snake, it's not poisonous."

Zifeng patted his chest, "That's fine, but it's scary enough."

Han Fei took out his firewood knife from the basket, and Peng Peng was looking for his target with the knife as well, but with what had just happened with the Grass Flower Snake, he was walking carefully.

Han Fei tapped the bamboo and finally chose a fist thick bamboo: "Zi Feng you don't stand in that place later the bamboo will fall towards your place."

Zi Feng quickly get out of the way, Han Fei has wielded the wood knife, I have to say, this knife is really quite fast, Han Fei waved vigorously, the muscles on his shoulders and arms began to jump, there is a sense of power beauty, the cameraman has basically Peng Peng to forget, and then the choreographer looked no, this is why a cameraman went to the top.

After cutting down a bamboo, Han Fei began to chop the bamboo into a section and put it into a basket: "Here, try it, this bamboo is very brittle, the firewood knife is slanted to look down, then break it outward, and a few more cuts will cut it off."

In fact, this is to give Zifeng lens, variety show is like this, the number of shots, completely depends on whether you have a sense of variety, just like Wu Xin even before the host, often a little sense of existence, the limelight is all stolen by Xena.

The first time I've ever seen such a "humble" guest fly, I've actually taken the initiative to give up my camera to someone else just because Zifeng is his sister.

"Yay!!!" Zi Feng went to great lengths to finally cut out a passable bamboo tube and held it up excitedly to show off.

Han Fei patted her on the head and smiled, "It's almost done, let's go back."

Peng Peng also came down at this time, but at the sight of the bamboo he cut, Han Fei almost went black: "How much effort do you have to put into pouring rice into such a thin bamboo tube?"

"Huh?" Peng was scratching his head for a while, "I'm patronizing a good chop, this, can't it work?"

Han Fei waved his hand: "Forget it, anyway, I've chopped enough with Zifeng for us to eat, let's carry it back first, it might be useful later."

Sure enough back at the mushroom house, Teacher He was happy when he saw the bamboo behind Pengpeng: "Pengpeng, we don't have any pandas in the mushroom house, why did you cut such a tender bamboo back?"

Teacher Huang shook his head a bit when he saw it, "It's a good thing that Han Fei is pretty reliable, or we wouldn't have bamboo tubes to eat tonight."

Washing the chopped bamboo tube clean, Han Fei knocked one of the end of the bamboo knuckles broken, the inside of the bamboo tube is completely exposed, and then cleaned inside quickly, and then covered with gauze, and then poured in the rice that Teacher Huang had already soaked.

But unfortunately, the weather is too hot to burn with charcoal is certainly not realistic, can only steam.

When the bamboo rice was steamed, Teacher Huang's dish was also done, a simple home-cooked dish, but the ingredients were fresh and the taste was quite good.

"Welcome to the Mushroom House, cheers!"

Chapter 246 - Blue Lotus.

"Wow, this bamboo tube rice is so fragrant."

The steamed bamboo tube rice emitted a fragrance of natural plant herbs that made the crowd's appetite move, Han Fei was also active this day and ate several bowls.

Having eaten enough, Teacher Huang suddenly patted his stomach: "It seems to be almost interesting, Peng Peng went to get the watermelon out of Jingli Town, this is the most appropriate time to eat, let's go sit in the mushroom house, it's dark outside with many mosquitoes."

As soon as I heard that there is also after-dinner fruit everyone began to drool, as a result of the crowd into the house half a day, this Pengpeng is left to wait for the right is not yet come, He teacher is a little worried: "Pengpeng will not fall into the well, right?"

Hearing Teacher He say this, everyone is a little worried, quickly went to the backyard, to the backyard but found Pengpeng well, but is staring at the well, just like the devil followed.

Zi Feng was terrified and subconsciously grabbed Han Fei's hand, "He, what's going on?"

Mr. He slapped Pengpeng on the shoulder, "What are you doing? It's weird standing here."

Peng Peng embarrassed scratching his head: "That, this watermelon is too big, the bucket is too small, I can't fish it up."

The crowd was absolutely down, and Mr. Huang covered his face: "If you can't handle it, just say so, is standing here stupidly going to solve the problem?"

In order to be able to eat the watermelon, Teacher He also tried, and found that he really couldn't get it out.

After thinking about it, Han Fei went to the utility room to get the bamboo that Peng Peng had cut this afternoon, then found two ropes, "Here, Zifeng help me shine the flashlight."

"Ah? Oh." Zifeng didn't know what Han Fei was going to do, but watched expectantly as he hacked a hole out of the bottom of the bamboo.

Getting four bamboos in total, then using two more to go through the hole, knocking them tight with a wood knife, and finally wrapping a rope around the top.

"Done." Han Fei stood up and came out of the utility room.

Zi Feng was curious when he saw the strange-looking thing in his hand and asked, "Brother Han, this, how do you get the watermelon out?"

"You'll find out later." Han Fei saw the girl's confused face and smiled, rubbing her head.

When they arrived at the well, the three of them were still trying to fish the watermelon out with a bucket, so Zifeng disliked it, "Oh my, don't break the watermelon, we have a secret weapon."

That tone was not to mention how arrogant she was, although she didn't know how it worked, but after a day's exposure, she already had an inexplicable trust in Han Fei that he would be able to fish out the watermelon.

Seeing the tool in Han Fei's hand, Teacher Huang brightened up, and Teacher He reacted with dissatisfaction, "That's a good idea."

Peng Peng, however, was still befuddled, could such a crude device really fish out a watermelon?

Hanfei lowered the tools into the well from both sides at the same time, then carefully tugged the rope against the edge of the watermelon to get inside.

"Up."

The watermelon was so wobbly that Han Fei lifted it up a little bit.

"Yay, great." Zifeng jumped up and cheered.

The watermelon was cut into pieces and served on the table, and everyone ate it with extra comfort, especially Peng Peng, this feeling was like, a dollar coin dropped on the street, maybe you didn't even bother to bend down to pick it up, but if you happened to be about to take the bus and were about to pull out the coin to get on the bus, and the coin fell into the drainage hole, and then after a lot of hard work you finally fished the coin out of the drainage hole, you probably would have loved to kiss that coin at the time.

Han Fei saw that Zi Feng was eating watermelon juice all over her hands, so he smiled and handed her some paper towels, "Put some paper towels on your hands when you eat watermelon, so the juice won't flow everywhere."

Zifeng smiled apologetically, then asked curiously, "Brother Han, why do you know so much?"

Han Fei didn't expect her to ask such a question, and thought, "Pay more attention and observe it on a regular basis, just like acting, you can't just act according to your imagination, you need to be close to life, what kind of people will react in what kind of situation, so that the characters you act out will be real."

Teacher Huang was thoughtful, "So, Han Fei, you are an experienceist?"

Han Fei shook his head and laughed, "Pretty much, but I'm more of a Methodist."

The method school was actually an extension of the experience school, which advocated digging deep into the complexity of human nature and the human heart through an actor's external body and expressions.

"Then, Brother Han, Teacher Huang, do you think I should learn the Expression School, or the Experience School, or the Method School?" Zi Feng was a little confused, although these genres were always explained by the teacher in class, but when it came to the real acting, she was still used to using her own methods.

Teacher Huang locked eyes with Han Fei and smiled, "You haven't even gotten started yet, it's too early to talk about all this, and it's not about what genre we think you're suited to, it's about what genre you think you're suited to, or, you're just the genre that you're comfortable with."

Han Fei agreed with Mr. Huang's insight, in fact whether it was the manifestation school, the experience school or the method school, they were all just theories summed up by previous generations, hadn't anyone acted before that?

Theatre has always existed, and the so-called methods and schools of thought are just theories that are meant to be quickly learned and summarized, and there are many actors who have never actually learned any acting theory at all, yet their performances are so muddled that they are self-contained.