The young man was named Wang Baoqiang. He was less than sixteen years old and was an ordinary farmer's child.

Just after the Spring Festival, the temperature in the capital was very low in the morning and the wind blew. The pedestrians in the railway station square hurriedly left, no one stopped, and no one noticed this childish boy.

Under the urging of his fellow villagers, Wang Baoqiang carried his luggage and followed the team.

There are many rural children who come out to work at the age of fifteen or sixteen. This kind of scene is performed at the train station every day.

Walking out of the square, Wang Baoqiang followed his fellow villagers into a bus. The bus started and drove into this bustling metropolis.

Because there were too many people on the bus, he could only stand, grabbing the handrail in the car, and his body kept shaking as the bus moved forward.

It is different from other passengers. When the driver suddenly brakes, other passengers will stagger and cannot stand steadily.

Wang Baoqiang stood steadily and was not affected at all.

He looked at the world outside the car window with his eyes, tall buildings, cars coming and going, and as the sun rose, the capital was bathed in the sun, looking magnificent, just like on TV.

He was a little excited and talked to his fellow villagers next to him, but received no response.

After taking the train in the middle of the night, my fellow villagers were very tired. This was not the first time these people came to Beijing and were already used to this city.

Those tall buildings just look beautiful and have nothing to do with them. In other words, they built tall buildings but they were not the turn of living in them.

They just hope that the boss will not default on wages, will not be injured when working, and will be able to take the money home to celebrate the New Year by the end of the year.

Wait until the coming year, and continue to repeat this kind of life.

Wang Baoqiang did not understand the feelings of his fellow countrymen. He came to the capital to realize his dream.

That was his childhood dream. When Wang Baoqiang saw the movie of Li Lianjie on TV, he had the idea of ​​learning kung fu to become a star.

For this reason, he went to Shaolin Temple to study martial arts for six years.

During the six years in Shaolin Temple, Wang Baoqiang lived a very hard life. He had to get up before dawn every day and practice exercises before dawn. He could only go home during the Chinese New Year.

However, he did not wait for the opportunity in Shaolin Temple, and no one asked him to make a movie.

So he left Shaolin Temple and went to Beijing. There were film academys and film studios in Beijing, and there were filming opportunities everywhere.

In Wang Baoqiang's eyes, this city is where he realizes his dream.

More than an hour later, my fellow villager took Wang Baoqiang off the bus and came to a dilapidated yard.

This is a private house in the suburbs of Beijing, all of which are large yards. There are dozens of people in one yard, most of whom are migrant workers, and those who do small businesses use the house as a warehouse.

There is a tap water pipe in the middle of the yard, which is public and there is no toilet. You have to go to the public toilet in the distance.

The environment can be imagined, but the advantage is that it is cheap. One month does not count as electricity bills, only ninety yuan.

The fellow townsman negotiated the price with the landlord, took the key, and took Wang Baoqiang into a small house with three wooden beds and an old table, and nothing else.

They put down their luggage, cleaned the room, took out the quilt from the luggage, and spread it on the bed.

In order to save money, the quilt was brought from my hometown. After all this, it was around 8 o'clock in the morning.

My fellow villager took Wang Baoqiang out of the yard. Not far away there was a snack stall, a few small stools, a long table, with porridge, fried dough sticks and steamed buns, which were affordable.

It was when Wang Baoqiang was growing, so he looked at the price, including steamed buns and buns with 50 cents.

He ordered four steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, a total of one piece of five, and started eating them with the pickles on the table.

This is his first meal in Beijing. Once he finds work, the boss will take care of two meals and he doesn't have to spend money on his own.

After breakfast, I returned to the house and discussed going to the nearby construction site in the afternoon and taking a break in the morning.

Wang Baoqiang felt tired, so he used cold water to rinse his feet by the pool outside. He didn't look cold and got used to it in Shaolin Temple.

Lying in the quilt, he fell asleep quickly.

After waking up, he ate a bowl of noodles outside. The fellow villager went to the construction site. Wang Baoqiang did not go, and he wanted to go to the Beijing Film Academy.

After inquiring about the bus he was going to take, he embarked on a dream journey.

The Beijing Film Academy and the Beijing Film Studio are only separated by one road, called Huangtingzi Road. Wang Baoqiang walked on this road as if he was walking on the road of dreams.

At this time, the capital was still in the atmosphere of the New Year, and there were not many crews filming.

If it is normal, the road will be very lively. A large number of extras are waiting for opportunities at the entrance of the film academy and film studios. If there are groups of people coming to choose, the selected people will enter the crew.

It is too troublesome for the crew to come directly to select extras.

Wang Baoqiang is a new arrival and doesn't understand these things. The winter vacation is not over yet, and the entrance of the Film Academy is deserted.

He was not disappointed. There were many notices of recruiting crews outside the Film Academy, including the names of the film and television dramas, the conditions for recruiting actors, and the contact information.

These are not very famous small productions, with investments below one million, or students' graduation works.

As long as the project invests more than two or three million, the crew will have a relatively formal audition process.

There are a lot of small advertisements posted on some telephone poles and walls. The crew is recruiting people, and they also use the name of film and television companies. This type is basically a fraud. After charging the registration fee, you will be asked to go back and wait for news.

Wang Baoqiang went to see one by one along the road, and for him, this was all an opportunity to film.

He felt that it was too right to come to Beijing. There were so many opportunities that he could always make himself a star. He was particularly concerned about news about martial arts. He wanted to become a martial arts star like Li Lianjie.

After watching it for an afternoon and walking back and forth on this road several times, Wang Baoqiang was not tired at all.

He felt that his dream was so close to him, and within reach.

What he touched was a small advertisement on the wall, and he didn't know that there was a long distance between these advertisements and becoming a big star.

Wang Baoqiang returned to his residence excitedly and told his fellow villagers what he saw and heard. As long as he could enter the crew and become a martial arts craft, he would be useful after practicing for several years.

He will become a martial arts star.

The fellow villager looked at Wang Baoqiang and shook his head secretly.

They found a job on the construction site and started working tomorrow. They had no idea of ​​becoming a star, they just wanted to have a job with a stable income, which was enough.

"Baoqiang, listen to uncle, no celebrities are that easy to be a celebrity. They can work hard for a few years, earn some money, go home to marry a wife and have children, don't think about those who have nothing." The fellow villager persuaded.

"Uncle, I want to give it a try." Wang Baoqiang said stubbornly.

The fellow villager sighed and said nothing.

They were neighbors and knew that the child had a stubborn temper. In order to learn martial arts, he ran to Shaolin Temple and was a person who did not listen to advice.

Wang Baoqiang was lying on the bed, and the cold wind outside came in through the crack of the window. It was chilly. He wrapped the quilt tightly and thought that he might go to the crew to film tomorrow, so he couldn't help but smile. (To be continued.)
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