The birth of an actor

Chapter 94 Bleeding
The start of the second semester of my freshman year was uneventful, but looking at my empty dorm room with a sense of helplessness was actually quite disheartening.

Why did I end up being assigned here?

However, if I want to change dormitories right now, unless I have to apply to the school for a change for some reason, I will most likely have to stay in an empty room like a lonely old man until the end of this semester.

So he simply didn't go back to the dormitory that night. After making an application to the dormitory manager, he went back to Jishuitan with Fan Bing after class that night.

Anyway, with a motorcycle, it's convenient to go anywhere.

Time flies, and with the end of the first week of school, March arrived. Instead of getting warmer, Yanjing became even colder after a snowfall.

Inside the small hut, Fan Bing sat by the honeycomb briquette stove, constantly sniffling.

Anxin, wearing a dirty, tattered vest and blackened work gloves, pushed open the door and walked in.

"I moved 100 yuan over; should that be enough to last until the end of the month?"

"It should be enough..."

The two were talking about honeycomb briquettes.

In Anxin's opinion, the girl was too young to understand what it truly meant to "get through the winter".

Last year, on Anxin's advice, she bought some honeycomb briquettes, but not many, thinking that three a day would be enough. Plus, she got home early, so she didn't keep track of the quantity. As a result, she stayed home every day, and within a few days, the briquettes were gone.

With spring just around the corner, there were no more vendors selling honeycomb briquettes on the streets, so she couldn't find anywhere to buy them.

Fortunately, Anxin had left some extra money here, and since she usually lives in the dormitory and uses money sparingly, she was able to give her most of it.

This made Fan Bingbing confirm again, watching him wash his hands:

"Are you hot enough?"

"That's enough. I still have fifty or sixty yuan over there. I can just go back to school tonight. You can use it for now, but don't catch another cold."

"……Um."

Fan Bing nodded vigorously, not bothering to be coy with An Xin. After he finished washing his hands, she proactively poured out the basin of water, filled it with hot water again, and picked up the washboard from the corner.

"Give me your gloves and pants, I'll wash them for you."

"Need not……"

"Hey, hurry up!"

Seeing that she was about to start pulling down her pants, Anxin quickly took a step back and speechlessly took off her own pants.

But he wasn't actually being indecent; he was even wearing thermal underwear underneath his pants.

Fan Bing isn't someone who lacks life experience; she washes her pants with warm water from a thermos.

"Turn on some music and listen to some songs."

Hearing this, Anxin went to the second-hand radio she had found somewhere, picked and chose, and pushed in a cassette tape of Liu Dehua.

As the Heavenly King sang "I've waited so long, and today has finally come," Fan Bingbing, who was washing clothes, suddenly blurted out:
"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"what?"

"Are there any girls in your school who are pursuing you?"

"?"

Anxin, who was reheating the water, glanced at her with a puzzled look and asked:

"Why do you ask this?"

"Just asking. There should be quite a few, right?"

Anxin recalled how she usually interacted with her classmates and said with a smile:

"Who knows? I don't pay much attention to that."

"What? Do you like men?"

"Get lost."

He glared at her, annoyed, and shook his head with relief.
"Why do little kids have so many strange and unusual questions?"

"You're only a year older than me, what are you pretending for!"

Fan Bing was now dissatisfied:
"I was just asking, to see if anyone at school likes you... I'd like to play matchmaker for you two."

"Thank you so much. Now, please help me get Zhang Manyu to marry me. If you can convince her to marry me, I will take care of you every day and see you off in your old age."

"Hey hey hey..."

For some reason, An Xin's sarcastic remark only elicited a silly smile from her.

And that persistent, inquisitive spirit:

"So, you didn't have a crush on anyone at school?"

"No."

"And what about those who like you? I've heard people praise you..."

"Is it over yet?"

He lay down on the bed in a huff, deciding to ignore her.

Why are you acting like someone with a love-struck mind?
Asking all sorts of questions... huh?

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he sat up and asked curiously:

"What's wrong? Do you want to be in a relationship?"

"……what?"

Fan Bing was suddenly stunned.

Then, for some reason, my face suddenly turned red.

Take a look with peace of mind.

Oh dear, is this little girl really in love?
I became interested instantly:

"You really want to be in a relationship? You have someone you like?... Who is it? Someone you met in acting class? Or someone else? Tell me about it."

Clearly, humans have a natural fascination with gossip.

Whether it's Qian, Kan, Gen, or Zhen, or a young girl's first love.

"Uh……"

Seeing An Xin's incredibly interested expression, Fan Bing opened her mouth, then said with a wry smile:
Are you crazy? Why are you asking this?

"Didn't you start it first? I've already answered you, so you have to answer me too."

"Answer what?"

"Who have you fallen for? Or is some boy pursuing you? Let me see who's so blind..."

"Get lost! If you... if you insult me ​​again, I'll throw your pants into the stove!"

"Haha, why are you getting so worked up? Tell me, who have you taken a fancy to?"

Anxin really became interested.

Well, to be honest, after calculating her age, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is indeed of that age.

Early romance is no big deal.

Moreover... he was also curious about who the girl's first love was.

I've never seen this before when I was following gossip news.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, Fan Bingbing was rather stubborn and tight-lipped:
"No, don't talk nonsense! I haven't fallen for anyone!"

"..."

Fine.

Anxin felt that she had seen this triple negative sentence structure somewhere before.

The girl's still-blushing face further confirmed this.

But he didn't press the issue any further.

Isn't it also a kind of romance that a young girl is shy about expressing her feelings when she's in love? Thinking of this, he nodded.

"Fine. If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. I'm going to lie down for a bit."

"……Um."

Fan Bing responded and continued rubbing the pants, which were covered in coal dust. After rubbing them a few times, she suddenly said:
Do you want to be in a relationship?

"I don't want to, I'm not interested."

With her eyes closed, Anxin casually uttered a sentence.

The girl froze instantly as she rubbed her pants...

He instinctively looked up, but unfortunately, Anxin didn't see it.

"...Why? Is it...because you haven't met someone you like?"

"?"

Seeing that Anxin had opened her eyes again, the girl quickly lowered her head.

Then I heard a sentence:

"Yes."

The kneading motion paused again.

Now she fell silent, her expression becoming somewhat stiff.

Unfortunately, Anxin didn't see it.

And he didn't lie.

Because I haven't actually encountered it.

Well... in his eyes, people of this era are quite unsophisticated.

It's not meant to be derogatory.

Take Fan Bingbing for example. Anxin knows she'll become more and more beautiful later on... but that's a matter for later. Right now, she's just a young girl who hasn't fully developed yet.

If he hadn't been reborn, and had met such a beautiful girl in his previous life, he would definitely have been smitten, because he was also a young man in love at that time. If he had known that she would become even more beautiful later on, and a big star... wow, don't even mention it, he would have tied her up and taken her to the marriage registry office, and she would have been clinging to a rich woman's leg without a doubt.

But there aren't so many "what ifs" in this world.

A man in his thirties wouldn't be attracted to a girl who is fifteen or sixteen.

Having impulses towards minors... that's a bit too perverted.

So you see, it's quite awkward. People of this era are so outdated. An adult who has been bombarded by the various fashionable, surgically enhanced faces of later generations for over a decade simply can't stand them.

Dating and finding a partner... well, let's make money first.

Just then, Anxin's pager suddenly beeped.

He opened his eyes, picked it up, and saw that it was sent by Wang Jinghua.

"Sister Hua sent me a message... asking me to go to the Beijing Film Studio, saying the script is ready."

He had just finished speaking when Fan Bing's pager went off.

Knowing her hands were wet, I helped her pick it up from the bedside table, glanced at it, and said to her:
"We have the same information... I'll go."

"Yes, I'll go with you."

Fan Bing was about to get up as she spoke.

Anxin rolled her eyes:
"It's just a script, I can get it for you, right? You have a cold, just stay home and relax."

With that, he picked up his clothes and walked out the door.

Fan Bing really didn't want to go out, and called out:
"Then you explain the situation to Sister Hua for me."

"know."

Soon, the sound of the motorcycle disappeared outside.

Wang Jinghua paged him, telling him to go to room 402 of the main office building at the Beijing Film Studio to pick up the script. He went to the studio and, seeing the elderly man, dressed in bulky clothes and with a flushed face, handed him a dollar, adding a casual remark:
"Grandpa, don't get too cold. Let's find a warm place."

"Ah."

Grandpa Qiao casually waved his hand, signaling him to get lost.

Hey old man... you've been too kind to me.

Anxin arrived at the entrance without a word, explained the situation to the security guard, and went straight in.

The weather has finally warmed up a bit, with the temperature rising slightly. But snow in this kind of weather is actually the most uncomfortable; the mixture of rain and snow makes it very slippery.

He walked into the office building and lifted the military green curtain, which warmed him up considerably.

Go up the stairs.

The staircase leading from the first floor to the second floor of the Beijing Film Studio is actually quite long, mainly because several rooms on the first floor are still being used as film studios, which requires a certain ceiling height.

When he came in, he heard someone walking downstairs; the sound was crisp and clear, like high heels.

By the time we were about to go upstairs, the sound was already very close.

I glanced up instinctively and saw a woman wearing a trendy bright red wool coat walking down the street.

Her fashion sense is quite good.

However, their face was not clearly visible; the other person was holding a document and flipping through it, which was blocked by the angle of view.

Anxin didn't think much of it and stepped up the stairs, even making room for herself by half a body length.

Then, the two got closer and closer, and when he reached the middle of the steps, he looked up from the steps below him again.

It was purely an instinctive action: observe and avoid.

After all, the woman was already very close to him.

It's only two steps away.

But to his surprise, the moment he looked up, he saw the woman's shoulder suddenly sway as she descended the stairs...

"Ai!?"

After a gasp, she immediately lunged forward, heading straight for Anxin.

"!"

Before An Xin could react, she had already bumped into his arms, and the sheer inertia made her lean backward.

I grass!

The moment you realize it... or rather, before you can even react.

By the time you realize your body is out of balance, it's too late.

He tried to pull, but couldn't. In his haste, it seemed as if he grabbed something, or rather, hugged something... and then instinctively he hugged it tighter...

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

The instant he was embraced, he felt his back hit the ground first, and then...

"Boom!"

A sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and then my consciousness went black.

A sharp pain struck...

The immense fame of the buzz completely overwhelmed him.

And amidst this buzzing sound...

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Ah! Blood!"

"Hey! Someone come quick! Someone come quick!"

The buzzing grew louder and louder, until gradually he couldn't hear it anymore, only feeling the back of his head...

Why is it sticky and gooey?
(End of this chapter)