Feng Mang

On the day of the re-election, Li Shang woke up early, put on new clothes and was ready to go.When he turned around to get his bag, he saw Han Dong holding up his pair of torn pants, begging eagerly, "Change this one."

Li Shang couldn't bear to discourage Han Dong's enthusiasm, so he stuffed his pants into his bag.

"I'll change it when I get to the re-election venue."

As soon as Li Shang left, Han Dong couldn't fall asleep either. With his messy curly hair, he "crawled" into Ye Chenglin's room like a large poodle, his head stuck on the bed with sleepy eyes.

Ye Chenglin patted the back of his head and asked, "Why don't you go with him?"

"I want to completely isolate this circle."

Ye Chenglin didn't take it seriously at all, and joked with a smile: "Didn't you have a hunch that you were going to be popular two days ago, why did you announce your withdrawal at such a critical moment?"

Of course, Han Dong didn't have the face to tell the real reason, but he just replied helplessly, "I'm tired."

"When are you still tired?"

From the day Ye Chenglin met Han Dong, he has been stationed at the gate of Beijing Film Studio for three years.From Ye Chenglin's point of view, Han Dong has an inexhaustible passion for the entertainment industry, and he belongs to the master who never hits the wall and never looks back.

"Think about it for me, what can I do?" Han Dong's face was full of worry.

Ye Chenglin asked: "How much savings do you have on hand?"

Han Dong took out a handful of change and scattered it on the bed, "87 yuan and 12 cents, and there are [-] yuan and [-] yuan in the bus card, which adds up to exactly one hundred."

"..." Asking is equivalent to asking in vain, "Then your education... oh, yes, you graduated from junior high school..."

Han Dong especially emphasized, "Three hundred Tang poems can be tested at will."

"Who cares about you?" Ye Chenglin thought for a while, "By the way, don't you always look at people?"

"That can only be used as a part-time job. Besides, many charlatans are involved now, ruining our reputation as a phase-watcher. This bowl of rice is getting worse and worse."

Ye Chenglin said helplessly, "You can only be a migrant worker."

"Are you talking about the small workers on the construction site? With my figure and long legs, it's too condescending to do physical work, isn't it?"

"Otherwise? Where do you apply for a job without a degree? Many construction companies recruit people with a bachelor's degree. If you want to be a migrant worker, you may not be able to be one."

Han Dong buried his head in the bed sheet and sighed deeply.

……

"The XX station is here, please swipe your card to get off."

As soon as Li Shang stepped out, the driver closed the car door. Li Shang's bag was caught, and he hurriedly shouted at the driver, "Hey, master, I'm in the bag, help me open..."

Before he finished speaking, the driver started the car, and Li Shang staggered along.Then the bus stopped suddenly, and the door opened before Li Shang could stand still, and he fell backwards with his bag.

Impartially, he fell into a mud puddle. What's more, the jacket was fine, but the trousers were dirty a lot.

Depend on!Did Han Dong curse me?

Li Shang gritted his teeth secretly. Although the pants Han Dong gave him had holes, they could be regarded as personality anyway. The muddy pants are really hopeless.

In desperation, he could only change into Han Dong's pants.