The miscellaneous courtyard rented by He Xin belongs to the boundary of Sijiqing.

Early in the morning, the sky was outstanding.

As usual, he got up at six o'clock, washed up, ate a bowl of beef ramen at the entrance of the village, crossed the Fourth Ring Road, walked along Zizhuyuan Street, then Xizhimenwai Street, Xizhimennei Street, until Xinjiekou to the south, then turned forward to Di'anmen West Street, crossed Beihai Park, and arrived at Nanluoguxiang.

After running for more than half a year, He Xin is very familiar with the route of the capital, this piece is similar to the one on the other side of Shichahai, and it is a group of alleys.

Facing north along the South Luoguxiang, the gray bricks and green tiles, the vermilion eaves and blue pillars all see through the thick sense of history.

After a while, we arrived at Dongmian Hutong.

Twelve or thirteen kilometers, less than an hour, if you ride faster, He Xin estimates that it will take about forty minutes at most.

The open brown ink gate, the antique eaves, the black lacquer pillars on both sides, and the signs on them, two mighty stone lions squatting on both sides of the gate.

How so?

It's a bit like the ancient yamen, and like the face of a big family, in short, it looks very substantial, and it deserves to be the first Chinese word.

Today is just in time for the registration of new students, the side of the alley is full of cars, set up in the door next to the information desk is full of beautiful men and women, three or three twos in a small pile, a small pile, sometimes whispering, sometimes a burst of laughter.

Very youthful, very sunny, and very eye-catching.

It stands to reason that He Xin and them should be regarded as peers, but he always feels that he is separated from them, maybe he is ashamed of himself, but more of it is probably his inferiority complex that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow in his two lives.

The registration office is separated, the unified recruitment is the lineage, and the training course is more like a miscellaneous brand. Fortunately, the Chinese opera is not big, and it is easy to find a small banner in front of a gray two-story building in a corner of the campus that reads "Registration Office for the Training Class of the Department of Performance".

Beneath the banner, there are two tables where a middle-aged woman in her early forties sits who appears to be a teacher. There was also a ponytail next to him who was looking down and sorting out the table on the table, and he didn't see his face, but he seemed to be very young.

He Xin walked over, his ponytail just raised his head, and when he saw him, he immediately showed a kind smile and said, "Classmate, are you registering?"

The voice is very soft and shy, but it is different from the baby voice of Sister Chi Ling. Sister Chiling's voice always makes people feel pretentious, and her voice is the kind of natural sound, which is good and pleasant.

"Yes, I'm here to report. ”

He Xin pretended to be calm on the surface, but at this time he was shouting in his heart: Wow, heartthrob!

That's right, he loves heartthrobs. You must know that he was guarding the TV back then, and he watched "Pink Girl" without pulling one episode, not so much that the TV series was good, but that he was just watching the heartthrob inside.

His aesthetic is unique, and he is a carnivore belonging to the visual kei.

He has no feeling for the kind of beauty who takes the pure route, or the shriveled and thin woman.

He just likes S-shaped women with big waves, long legs, bewitching face, and a plump body.

"Classmate, what's your name?" asked Cheng Hao.

She is a senior this year, and as a class leader and an active member of various school activities, she is here to help today.

"He Xin. ”

Cheng Hao opened the booklet and found his name, and the female teacher on the side asked him to show his ID card and look at it, and handed him a form to fill out.

He Xin's words are not good-looking, and he feels embarrassed in front of the goddess, so he carefully writes the words neatly and fills in the form.

Cheng Hao took the form and read it carefully, nodded and said, "Well, no problem." ”

As he spoke, he told again: "At half past one in the afternoon, gather in the classroom on the first floor here, don't be late." ”

"Well, you, what do you call it?"

He Xinyu is not sure of Cheng Hao's identity, and he doesn't know if he is a student or a teacher.

"Classmate! Call me classmate, I'm also an acting student. Cheng Hao said with a smile.

"Oh, classmate, I just wanted to ask where Mr. Hao Rong's office is?" He Xin hurriedly said.

Hao Rong is Li Mengnan's classmate, and in order to attend the training class, Li Mengnan specially asked Hao Rong to help introduce it.

"You're looking for Teacher Hao Rong, he's on the second floor of the building in front, 203, he should be here today, I saw him here before. Cheng Hao said enthusiastically.

"Hey, thank you, classmate!"

He Xin was still a little reluctant to leave. Whether it was Gao Yuanyuan or Zhou Xun before, although they were both stars, he had never dreamed of Notting Hill, but when he saw Cheng Hao today, he was ready to move.

Of course, he didn't dare to expect anything at this time, but fortunately, in the future, there will always be opportunities to meet in a school.

The corridor was quiet, the door of room 203 was ajar, and He Xin looked inside, and there was only one man in his early thirties who looked solemn in the huge office.

He knocked lightly on the door twice and asked, "Is Teacher Hao Rong here?"

The man looked up at him and said, "I am, is there something wrong with you?"

"Teacher Hao, hello! My name is He Xin, it's Li Mengnan, Brother Li......"

Before He Xin's words fell, he saw Hao Rong smiling and beckoning to him: "Oh, you are Mengnan's little brother He Xin, come on, please take a seat." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and made tea.

"I'll come, I'll come. ”

He Xin hurriedly ran over and took the initiative to pick up the paper cup with the name of the Chinese opera printed on the water dispenser and took a glass of white water for himself. Seeing that Hao Rong didn't have enough tea in his cup, he helped fill up the hot water.

"Check-in?"

Hao Rong looked at him with a smile, the young man is still quite good at things.

"Check in. ”

He Xin nodded and said gratefully, "Teacher Hao, thank you!"

Although the training class can be attended with money, without Hao Rong's introduction, I am afraid that it will take a lot of twists and turns, and it will definitely not be so smooth.

"Haha, it's a gesture. ”

Hao Rong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Meng Nan and I are not only classmates, but also good brothers for many years, of course I have to do what he tells me." Oh, I also took you to the training class, Meng Nan specially instructed me to take more care of you, and if you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Hao. ”

When He Xin heard this, he hurriedly climbed the pole and said: "On the one hand, I came to express my gratitude to you, and on the other hand, I wanted to inquire and see if there was a place where I could work in our school, oh, it was a work-study program." ”

"Work-study?"

Hao Rong was stunned, as the highest art institution in China, most of the economic conditions for coming here to study are good, after all, art needs to be cultivated from an early age, and it is difficult to cultivate it if the family background is not good.

I have never heard of a child from a poor peasant family in the marginal mountainous area who can be admitted to the Chinese opera Nortel, unless he is talented. Moreover, the high tuition fees of art universities are not affordable for families living in difficulty.

Of course, the students of Chinese opera Nortel also use their professional advantages to go out to film, shoot commercials, dubbing, planning, and do behind-the-scenes, but it is extremely rare to seek a part-time job in school.

"Aren't you all filming?"

"That, the salary is very small, and it is not enough to pay the tuition. He Xin said with an embarrassed face.

"Oh. ”

Hao Rong thought of what Li Mengnan had mentioned before, saying that this child was a North Drifter. And he also knows the virtues of Wang Xiaoshuai and their so-called sixth-generation directors, and they will definitely not be able to give too much remuneration to newcomers.

Look at He Xin's simple dress again, and think about what he just said that even if he is in difficulty, even if he looks for him, he can't slap himself in the mouth.

Fortunately, he is finally the backbone of teachers and reserve cadres that the college focuses on cultivating, and he has a little right to speak.

Hao Rong had to nod his head, reluctantly: "Okay, I'll help you ask about this first." ”