Huayu: When the director changed his major

Chapter 43 People in Beijing

Dapeng finally ended a busy day.

As usual, after reviewing today's events and sorting out what he needed to do tomorrow, he began to pack up and leave work.

I'm having dinner with some friends tonight.

I have to say that my good friend is quite frustrated. He graduated from the Central Academy of Drama with outstanding grades several years ago, but because of his poor image, he is still performing in extras and skits for a hundred yuan a day.

I was so happy to get a special role.

Although I only earned 800 yuan a month when I first started my internship at Sohu, after so many years of working in Beijing, I now have my own online show.

Although they are still looked down upon, when people talk about online program hosts, they are seen as unprofessional and low-brow people who are just playing around.

But compared to my good friend who has also been working in Beijing for several years, my situation is relatively good, so I don’t have that many complaints.

I don’t know if Teacher Zuibai will read the notebook I gave him today.

It should be the same as the books I invested in before. I said I would go back and check, but there was no news at all.

Alas, he is so young and has already achieved the position of a teacher.

When will I be able to make it?

Dapeng hasn't seen much in recent years, but he has experienced cold eyes.

Every time someone rejected him, he secretly vowed:

I must become famous, no matter the cost! I must let everyone see me!

At this moment, he received a message on his mobile phone.

She is a little star and model, Liu Yan, who I have interacted with several times on the show before.

The two of them helped each other a few times, so Dapeng shamelessly exchanged contact information.

Unexpectedly, she invited me to her birthday party last month.

When I received the call, I was so excited.

But when I carefully bought a necklace and went there as a birthday present, I found that the people there were all from the film and television and modeling circles. I felt like an outsider and had to hang around on the periphery all night.

My little box looks so shabby.

It was as if there was an invisible oil film between him and these people, isolating him from the people present. For a moment, he didn't know whether he had come to the right place or not.

Watching Liu Yan socializing among the crowd, I felt a surge of disappointment.

Or maybe Liu Yan invited herself here simply for the sake of liveliness.

I only had a quick chat with her that night. Why didn't I dare to go up and flaunt my celebrity status like I do now? Maybe it was to avoid losing face in front of my friends.

It's rare for a star to consider an unknown internet host as a friend, isn't it?

At least that's what he thought.

The message Liu Yan sent was a photo. In the photo, she was wearing the necklace he gave her and smiling brightly.

Dapeng felt much better immediately.

Although it was almost a month later, she at least still remembered it.

Being remembered is very important for today's adults.

He arrived at the place where he was going to have dinner with his friends, and as usual he was a little late.

"Why are you so late again today?"

"I went to Changping countryside to perform skits for farmers. I was busy all day and even fell down, but I only made 80 yuan."

Seeing him covered in mud, Dapeng was ready to pay for the meal.

Both of them are migrant workers in Beijing, both love music, can play guitar, have formed bands, and both once wanted to be singers.

So after the two met, they quickly became good friends.

But now one is an internet host and the other is a small extra.

Under the sky of Yanjing, there is no room for the dreams of two people.

"I'm leaving Yanjing. A few days ago, I looked for my good friends and seniors at school, but none of them were willing to help me. They all advised me to give up being an actor, saying that I wouldn't be able to make it with my looks."

"I've been doing some acting these past few days and earned enough for the bus fare. I'm ready to go."

Dapeng looked at his friend and wanted to persuade him, but his throat seemed to be stuck.

They just picked up the Yanjing beer, clinked their glasses together, and started drinking from the bottle.

This might be the sound of a shattered dream. Dapeng couldn't help but think of his mother's words:
"Come back, don't hang around out there anymore. You're not destined to be a star."

"Mom, I can do it. Please trust me again."

After a long time, my friend said he was leaving, saying that his girlfriend was still waiting for him and he didn't want to drink anymore.

Goodbye Jianghu.

Qiao Shan came back from Changping District and made an appointment with a good friend for dinner to say goodbye.

"I'm also going to pack it up to take back for my girlfriend, so I won't drink it."

"Dapeng, see you in the rivers and lakes!"

When Qiao Shan arrived at his girlfriend's stall, he watched from afar as she shouted and hawked her wares in the busy night market.

My eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Her face was red from the wind and she kept rubbing her hands, just to earn a little money to pay the overdue rent.

She has never suffered hardship since she was a child. I have nothing now, but she is still willing to follow me and support my dream of becoming an actor.

Qiao Shan wiped his tears and walked straight over.

I shouted with my girlfriend:
"Necklaces are 10 yuan each! Sweater chains are 25 yuan for two!"

At this moment, he put aside his dignity and his obsession with drifting to Beijing.

Go back, go back, give up your so-called dreams, and don’t be a meaningless drifter in Beijing.

I can't float anymore!
Back in the basement where he owed rent, Qiao Shan finally couldn't help crying.

I thought of my classmates’ disdain, the experience of falling into a mud pit while performing a skit in the countryside, and the hardship my girlfriend had to endure with me.

All my stubbornness is vulnerable in the face of reality.

He said to his girlfriend:

Dan'er, let's break up. I'm useless and can't give you happiness.

After Cheng Xi returned to school from Sohu, he went to the classroom to attend classes in the afternoon.

When the teacher saw him, he jokingly called him Producer Cheng.

Cheng Xi is now a celebrity in the Management Department. Everyone knows that he is Zui Bai, the screenwriter of "Wan Wan".

However, not many people outside the Management Department know Cheng Xi. After all, there are very few people who praise screenwriters nowadays, and he also uses the pseudonym Zuibai.

However, Yi Xiaoxing, Bai Ke and even Reba have become well-known figures in the academy.

When Cheng Xi was bored during breaks, he would take out the scripts given to him by Dapeng and Mr. Zeng to read.

Dapeng's script is called "Crazy Man". Cheng Xi smiled and familiar memories came to his mind.

So I opened it first.

The script is a bit awkward, and you can see that some parts do imitate "Wan Wan". Although it is clumsy, the intention behind it can still be seen.

Several of the sketches are also highly completed.

In his opinion, the script was better than the one Mr. Zeng had given him, at least it was more in line with the requirements of a short play.

It also fits the name of Crazy Man, and the characters in it are somewhat similar to what we have in mind.

Cheng Xi thought for a moment, placed the two scripts on the left and right, took out a pen and started writing.

He crossed out "I'm not tall, rich and handsome" and wrote the two big words "Diaosi" next to it.

He crossed out the word "crazy" and left the word "man".

Maybe, the two of them can put together a notebook.

Then let them polish and splice it together, and check it yourself, which will serve as an inspiration.

This saves me a lot of effort.

After all, I have been really busy recently and even have less time to go out for a walk.

In the evening, Cheng Xi finished writing the latest two chapters of "The Beginning".

He took out the business card given by Dapeng, looked at the number on it, and dialed it.

"Hello, is this Dapeng? I'm Zuibai."

　This chapter draws heavily on Dapeng's autobiography and their interviews. I was once a migrant worker in Beijing, and it was a wonderful place. I wish all my friends who are still wandering abroad that their dreams will eventually come true.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)