The courtyard where He Xin rents belongs to Sijiqing's territory.
In the early morning, the sky is brilliant.
As usual, he got up at early six o'clock, washed up, had a bowl of beef ramen at the entrance of the village, crossed the Fourth Ring Road, followed Zizhuyuan Street, then Xizhimen Outer Street, Xizhimen Inner Street, and headed south to Xinjiekou
, then turn forward to Di'anmen West Street, pass Beihai Park, and arrive at Nanluogu Lane.
Having been running express delivery for more than half a year, He Xin is very familiar with the routes in the capital. This area is similar to the one in Shichahai, with alleys.
Heading north along Nanluogu Lane, the gray bricks and blue tiles, red eaves and blue pillars all reveal the richness of history.
After a while, we arrived at East Mianmian Hutong.
Twelve or thirteen kilometers, less than an hour. If he rode faster, He Xin estimated that it would only take about forty minutes at most.
The open brown ink door, antique eaves, large black pillars on both sides with signs hanging on them, and two mighty stone lions squatting on both sides of the door.
How to say?
It's a bit like an ancient yamen, and also like the appearance of a wealthy family. In short, it looks very well-established, and it's worthy of the prefix "中".
Today is just in time for the new students to register. There are cars parked on one side of the alley, and the information desk at the entrance is full of beautiful men and women, in small groups of twos and threes, sometimes whispering, sometimes bursting into laughter.
Very youthful, very sunny, and very eye-catching.
Logically speaking, He Xin and them should be considered to be of the same age, but he always felt that he was separated from them by a layer. Maybe it was because of his own shame, but more probably because of the inferiority complex that had been deeply rooted in his bones for two lifetimes.
The registration office is separate, and only direct students are recruited, while the training class is more like a miscellaneous brand. Fortunately, the Chinese Opera is not big, and it is easy to find it in a corner of the campus, in front of a dusty two-story building.
There is a small banner that says "Registration Office for Performance Department Training Class".
Under the banner, there are two tables. Sitting there is a middle-aged woman in her early forties, who seems to be a teacher. Next to her is a woman with a ponytail who is lowering her head and sorting out the forms on the table. Her face is not visible, but she seems to be very young.
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He Xin walked over and raised his head in ponytail. When he saw him, he immediately showed a friendly smile and said, "Classmate, are you here to register?"
The voice is very soft and cooing, but it is different from sister Zhiling's baby voice. Sister Zhiling's voice always makes people feel artificial, but her voice is that kind of natural cooing, which is nice and pleasant to the ear.
"Yes, I'm here to report."
He Xin pretended to be calm on the surface, but at this moment he was shouting in his heart: Wow, a heartthrob! I saw a heartthrob!
Yes, he likes heartthrobs. You must know that back then, he was glued to the TV and watched "Pink Girl" without stopping one episode. Rather than saying that the TV series was good, it would be better to say that he just wanted to watch the heartthrobs in it.
His aesthetics are very unique and he is a visual carnivore.
He has no interest in beauties who take the innocent route, or women who are skinny and thin.
He just likes S-shaped women with big waves, long legs, coquettish looks, and plump bodies.
"Classmate, what's your name?" Cheng Hao asked.
She is a senior this year. As a class cadre and an active participant in various school activities, she came here specifically to help today.
"Congratulations."
Cheng Hao opened the booklet and found his name. The female teacher beside him asked him to show his ID card and handed him a form to fill out.
He Xin's handwriting was not good-looking, and he felt embarrassed in front of the goddess. He carefully wrote the words as neatly as possible, stroke by stroke, and completed the form.
Cheng Hao took the form and read it carefully, nodded and said, "Yes, no problem."
After saying that, he warned: "At 1:30 in the afternoon, meet in the classroom on the first floor here. Don't be late."
"Hey! Um, what do you call me?"
He Xinchi was not quite sure about Cheng Hao's identity. He didn't know whether he was a student or a teacher.
"Classmate! Call me classmate, I am also a student of the acting department." Cheng Hao said with a smile.
"Oh, classmate, I just want to ask where Teacher Hao Rong's office is?" He Xin said quickly.
Hao Rong was Li Mengnan's classmate. In order to attend the training class, Li Mengnan asked Hao Rong to help introduce him.
"Look for Teacher Hao Rong. Well, it's on the second floor of the building in front, 203. He should be there today. I saw him coming before." Cheng Hao said enthusiastically.
"Hey, thank you, classmate!"
He Xin was still a little reluctant to leave before leaving. Although Gao Yuanyuan and Zhou Xun were both celebrities before, he had never dreamed of Notting Hill, but when he saw Cheng Hao today, he felt a little nervous in his heart.
Of course, he didn't dare to expect anything at this time. Fortunately, the future is long, and there will always be opportunities to meet in the same school.
It was quiet in the corridor. The door of room 203 was half open. He Xin looked inside. There was only a solemn man in his early thirties working at his desk in the huge office.
He knocked on the door twice and asked, "Is Teacher Hao Rong here?"
The man looked up at him and said, "I am, what can I do for you?"
"Hello, Teacher Hao! My name is He Xin, and this is Li Mengnan, Brother Li..."
Before He Xin finished speaking, Hao Rong smiled and waved to him: "Oh, you are Mengnan's little brother He Xin, come on, come on, please sit down."
With that said, he stood up and started making tea.
"I'll come, I'll come."
He Xin hurriedly ran over, took the initiative to pick up the paper cup with the name of the Chinese drama on it next to the water dispenser and gave himself a glass of water. Seeing that there was not enough tea in Hao Rong's cup, he helped to fill it with hot water.
"Registered?"
Hao Rong looked at him with a smile, the young man was quite capable of doing things.
"Reporting."
He Xin nodded and said gratefully: "Teacher Hao, thank you!"
Although the training class can be attended by paying money, without Hao Rong's introduction, I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble and it will never be so smooth.
"Haha, it's easy to do it with a little effort."
Hao Rong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mengnan and I are not only classmates, but also good brothers for many years. Of course I have to do what he asked me to do. Oh, I will also teach you the training class. Mengnan specifically asked me to do it."
I will take good care of you, and if you have any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me."
"Thank you, Teacher Hao."
He Xin heard this and hurriedly climbed up the pole and said: "On the one hand, I am here to express my gratitude to you. On the other hand, I want to inquire and see if there is any place where you can work in our school. Oh, it is a work-study program."
“Work-study program?”
Hao Rong was stunned. As the highest art institution in the country, the economic conditions to study here are mostly good. After all, art needs to be cultivated from an early age, and it is difficult to cultivate it if one's family background is not good.
I have never heard of a child from a poor peasant family in a marginal mountainous area being admitted to China National Theater and Nortel, unless he is extremely talented. Moreover, the high tuition fees for art universities are not something that families with financial difficulties can afford.
Of course, students from China National Theater and Nortel also use their professional advantages to go out to film movies, shoot commercials, dubbing, planning, and work behind the scenes, but it is still extremely rare for them to seek part-time jobs in school.
"Didn't you take part in the filming?"
"Well, the pay is so small that it's not even enough to pay for tuition." He Xin said with an embarrassed look.
"oh."
Hao Rong recalled that Li Mengnan had mentioned before that this kid was a Beijing drifter. Moreover, he also knew the virtues of Wang Xiaoshuai and his group of so-called sixth-generation directors, and they would definitely not be able to pay too much for newcomers.
Look at He Xin's simple dress again, and think about what I just said just now, if you have any difficulties, you can go to him, but you can't slap yourself in the face.
Fortunately, I am finally the backbone of teachers and reserve cadres trained by the college, and I have a small say.
Hao Rong could only nod and reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll ask you about this first."