"Hosh, hosh..."

A man was running in the dark night, and suddenly the endless army in front of him, not humans, but skeletons, similar to the Death Legion in the movie "Return of the Mummy", was dark and dense, blocking the way, and they started attacking with a strange cry. He began to fight hard, but somehow, he couldn't do it. He stood alone in the dark battlefield with a cold wind, looking at the endless rival, he didn't know how long he could last, nervous, fearful, and helpless...

After suddenly opening his eyes, Wang Dalun felt his heart beating in his chest as if he had experienced some violent exercise. The blood pumped out of his heart quickly flowed to every part of his body. He was covered in cold sweat on his back, but his limbs were a little chilled.

"I've had a nightmare again!"

For some time, to be precise, he has often had such nightmares since he was reborn to this era. Maybe it was the sequelae of rebirth, Wang Dalun thought about it.

He had nothing to be left to nostalgic for in his previous life. He was originally an orphan. After graduating from junior high school, he worked everywhere, went north to Beijing, east to Shanghai, south to Guang and Dong. His biggest dream was to gain a foothold in the city, buy a house, marry a wife, and have a child. Even if his life was complete. But more than ten years have passed, and he has been traveling through several cities, his dream is still a dream until he dies.

Now he is much happier. Although he is still from the countryside, he has both parents and his financial conditions are pretty good. He can at least afford a self-paid college student in art with a tuition and living expenses of nearly 10,000 yuan a year.

He is now a student in the 94th-level college class of the Performance Department of the Beijing Film Academy. That's right, it is the Beijing Film Academy, which was later known as the "cradle of future stars", but in 1994, it was far less popular than it was later.

He is not the kind of student who has great artistic ideals since he was a child. When he first applied for the exam, the college entrance examination score line for art majors was not high. This is also an opportunity for Wang Dalun, who only scored more than 200 points in the first college entrance examination, but still had no hope for a year to repeat the exam, and his parents were eager to make their children successful.

Fortunately, he has a good skin, 1.82 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, and although his face is not too handsome, he has clear edges and is more impressive. The sudden preparation of recitation performed well on the spot during the art exam. In addition, the Performance Department of the Film Academy happened to be enrolled in a college class that year, which finally realized his dream of college.

The two-year college course is enough to open the eyes of a young man from the countryside, see the world, and be full of longing for life in big cities, so he began to actively look for a job in the second grade, but because of the unexplained household registration problem, those high-end literary and artistic units were destined to be out of reach. However, the dream of staying still prompted him to continue to sell himself until a car accident that day. Wang Dalun understood this very well because they once had a common dream.

During the winter vacation, Wang Dalun did not go home for the New Year, but just wrote a letter to tell his family that he was busy looking for a job and that the time was tight and the train tickets were difficult to buy. In fact, he needed time to adapt to his new identity, adapt to this era, adapt to a new life, and in short, he had to adapt to everything he was facing now.

The time I adapted was spent in boredom regularly. Every day, there were a few people who did not go home for various reasons. Students from different grades and departments gathered together one or two tables of mahjong, and fought until the early morning, then got up in the afternoon, bought wine and vegetables, and used an electric rice cooker to scrub the hot pot, and continued to fight after drinking and eating.

Wang Dalun woke up early today. When he got up and went out, he was still quiet in the dormitory building. During the winter vacation, the school canteen did not open fire. The restaurant and snack bar at the entrance of the school were closed in the first month of the year. It took him ten minutes to eat. There was a ramen restaurant near the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio that was still open.

Three liang of ramen, double portions of beef, plus a poached egg, a handful of coriander, and a soup with noodles. The stomach that was moist and the body was warm.

"Come and pack cigarettes."

There was a small shop next to the ramen restaurant. Wang Dalun hesitated for a moment and pointed to the cigarettes worth three yuan. Although he won more than 100 yuan in mahjong last night, and although he had always wanted to buy a box of good cigarettes to improve in the first month of the year.

I tore open the seal and knocked the cigarette box twice on the seal. A few yellow filters popped out, and one was pulled out, and I smelled it under my nose. The fresh tobacco smelled quite right.

But he was still a little worried, so he put it in his mouth, touched his pocket, and did not bring a lighter, so he picked up the lighter sold in the grid on the counter and borrowed it.

"call!"

He took a deep breath and vomited it out again.

Real smoke!

The owner glanced at him, his eyes obviously had a hint of disdain, he was poor! Just three yuan cigarettes, could he still give you fake cigarettes? He put the money from the lighter he originally wanted to take back into the change and handed over it. He put his hands into the sleeves of the big cotton jacket and turned his head proudly. "Journey to the West" was on the TV.

Wang Dalun glanced at the change, put a coin of five or two for one dollar, and put it in his pocket.

He did not leave immediately, leaned against the counter at the door and continued smoking.

The sky was a little cloudy and there was no sun. After the Spring Festival, although the unit had already started working, there were still not many pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and it seemed empty.

Wang Dalun looked around with bored eyes, but he was soon attracted by a red Xiali who stopped on the side of the road. One of the rear tires of this car was shriveled, and it was obviously a tire tit.

A fat man got out of the car with a hot and explosive head. He ran around the car and found the problem. He stood there for a while, shook his head helplessly, then opened the rear compartment and turned it over for a while, took out a few tools, and then moved out a spare tire mattely.

Wang Dalun used to work in a car repair shop. When he saw that the explosive head was a novices, he tinkered with a jack for a long time. He didn't place the position correctly several times. He finally raised the car and couldn't untie the screws on the tires. He also tried to put his own weight on the pressure, but he almost fell down when the soles of his feet slipped.

Wang Dalun couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he threw away the cigarette butts in his hand and walked over.

Zhang Yuan was very depressed, not only depressed, but also felt particularly unlucky. A movie that he had been preparing for five years, creating scripts, attracting investment, preparing for the early stages, looking for actors, forming a crew, and seeing everything ready to start filming, at this critical moment, one of the protagonists could not film. This is not the end, and the other protagonist actually wanted to retreat.

Okay, there are only two main characters in this drama. If they both give up, they will be a big deal. The one who has something to do is nothing. Although he was not very satisfied at the beginning, he felt that he was a little older and did not match the age of the characters in the script, he still wanted to do the other party's work. After all, the theme of this drama is quite special. In addition, his current embarrassing situation, the movies he made cannot be released in China at all. It is really not easy to find a suitable actor.

Just after finishing the business, I planned to talk to the other party, but the tire was pierced when I went out. It was really evil. It has been almost two years since I bought it and drove it now. There has never been any problem, but I caught up at this time.

Zhang Yuan had never changed his tires before, but he couldn't even screw off. Looking around, the whole street was deserted and there was no car repair shop at all.

Just as I was having no choice, I wondered if I would go to the film studio to find someone to help me, I heard someone talking behind me, "Do you want help?"

Zhang Yuan turned his head and saw a young man, and nodded quickly, "Yes! You want! The tire is tied, and the screws cannot be twisted out. Please help me."

Wang Dalun squatted down and looked at it, "Oh, the screws on your wheels are rusted."

"That's right, that's it. I've never had a tire in this car for more than two years, but I won the prize today." Zhang Yuan said helplessly.

Wang Dalun took the sleeve in his hand, put the screws on again, and twisted them hard, without moving at all.

"You let it go."

Wang Dalun stood up and signaled Zhang Yuan to move a little further. He raised his foot and stepped on the sleeve handle. After stomping down a few times, the rusted screw finally loosened.

He came one by one and loosened all the four screws on the wheel. Wang Dalun simply helped people to the end, skillfully unscrewed the screws, removed the tires, installed the spare tires, and then put down the jack. It took only five minutes to complete.

Zhang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the cigarette and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, buddy! If you hadn't reached out to help today, I really wouldn't know what would happen."

"It's okay, it's okay, I happened to meet you, and I'll help you."

Oh, Great China! Wang Dalun was not polite, patted the dust stuck on his hands, took it and held it in his mouth.

Zhang Yuan helped light a cigarette diligently again, but he was still thinking about talking to someone, so he took out fifty dollars from his pocket and handed it over, "Brother, thank you for your hard work, a little bit of a word."

Wang Dalun might have accepted it without hesitation. He didn't know what happened today. He might be so idle that he suddenly wanted to pretend to be back. He stopped his movements that were about to help put things back. His waist was straightened up, and he raised his hand to hold the cigarette on his mouth. His head was slightly raised and he said calmly: "It's just a simple task, I'm not a car repairman."

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, hiss, this style... As a literary youth, he was already very emotional. He felt that the action of giving money was an insult to the other party. He felt ashamed in his heart, and quickly put the money away and said apologetically: "Hey, buddy! I'm sorry, I'm abrupt. Come and meet me, my name is Zhang Yuan."

"My name is Wang Dalun."

Zhang Yuan's expression achieved the effect Wang Dalun wanted to pretend. He was not opposed to shaking hands with the other party. Seeing the other party smiling apologized, he felt a little disgusted. He held the cigarette again and picked up the replaced tire with one hand, "I'll help you put the things on."

"Oh, thank you." Zhang Yuan thanked repeatedly, and was secretly surprised. The tire and the wheels were of great weight. Unexpectedly, this young man could easily pick it up with one hand.

Wang Dalun was about to put the tire into the car, but suddenly stopped. He looked at the tire carefully, turned his head to Zhang Yuan who was packing the tools, and said, "I said, Zhang... Lao Zhang, you have to change the tires, and the patterns on it have almost been smoothed."

He was not at ease, so he put the tires on and looked around the car and looked at the other tires, all of which were very worn.

"You can't do this. If the road is slippery on rainy days, it's dangerous!"

Zhang Yuan also saw the problem and said with lingering fear: "I can only drive, not do it. If it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't have thought of this."

"Well, you have to hurry up and change it, otherwise it will be too late for something to happen." Wang Dalun looked like an old driver.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to the repair shop to change the tires tomorrow."

Perhaps because he had experienced too many bad things, Zhang Yuan felt that he liked the young man who had both personality and enthusiasm in front of him, because he was also such a person.

"Brother, is it the people in this area?" He didn't rush to leave for a while, and handed over another cigarette and lit one himself.

Before Wang Dalun could finish smoking the cigarette in his hand, he took it and grabbed it in his ear. He thought for a while and said, "That's right, I'm just a student." As he said that, he pointed to the direction of the Film Academy next to Beijing Film Studio, "from Beijing Film Academy."

Wang Dalun was not very educated in his previous life, and now his identity makes him very proud, so he can't help but show it out.

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Oh, then we are alumni. I am also a graduate of the Film Academy and from the 85th Department of Photography."

"My name is Wang Dalun, I am from the 94th grade of the Performance Department, well... from the college class."

Wang Dalun was a little embarrassed. The Film Academy is an undergraduate college, and the college class was originally a special existence.

“Show Department…”

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but start to look at the other person carefully. He was not very handsome, but he had clear edges, clear eyes, and good temperament. And although he looked quite thin, he looked like he was holding the tire with one hand just now, and he seemed to be full of power, as if... he was very consistent with a character in the script, and blurted out: "Do you want to make a movie?"
Chapter completed!