It is said that there are many officials in BJ City, and maybe the uncle walking in the park was a director-level leader of a ministry before he retired. Zhao Fusheng has a lot of feelings about this, in his opinion, there is undoubtedly a world of difference between BJ ten years later and BJ now.

There is a TV series that says: If you love someone, let him go to New York, where it is heaven. If you hate someone, let him go to New York, where hell is.

Zhao Fusheng felt that it was okay to put it on BJ.

This city carries the dreams of many people, and countless people are like moths to a fire, desperately trying to squeeze in here and become a part of the city, but there are few people who can really buy a house and a car to stay here.

The vast majority of people, even if they have an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, still live in a rented house or even a basement in the community, what they can do is to make as much money as possible, and then send it back to their hometown to make their family life better.

Until one day, he was driven away by a piece of paper.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng smiled, letting some inexplicable emotions leave his mind, now he is not the helpless North Drifter, and he never thought of repeating the mistakes in this life.

If there is a day when I need to develop here, I have to come here with great fanfare, so that it will not be like in my previous life.

The human heart is not just about giving desires, but it is about hitting the nail on the head. If there is no thump, where will the rocket rain come.

"Where do you live?" Zhao Fusheng turned his head and asked Mu Qingqing.

"My aunt should have a place to stay, I'll ask her to arrange a place for you to live." Mu Qingqing thought about it, took out her phone, and wanted to call Mu Qingwan.

Sighing helplessly, Zhao Fusheng shook his head gently, this is the eldest lady who does not eat fireworks in the world, it is estimated that Mu Qingqing did not tell Mu Qingwan about coming to the capital at all.

People are relatives, so it's just a surprise attack, he is an outsider, Zhao Fusheng is not interested in looking at other people's faces.

After thinking about it, he said, "Send me to the vicinity of the Chinese opera." ”

"Chinese opera?" Mu Qingqing looked curious, obviously not understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to explain Fan Baobao's existence to her, and waved his hand: "It's nothing, there is a relative over there, I'll go over and take a look." ”

Seeing that he had no intention of going with him, Mu Qingqing nodded, and had no choice but to follow Zhao Fusheng.

After all, she still had to go to her aunt Mu Qingwan and tell her the purpose of her trip to the capital.

The two of them were separated in the city, Zhao Fusheng took a taxi and went straight to the Chinese opera, while Mu Qingqing took a taxi to Mu Qingwan's residence.

Anyway, one has a phone and the other has a pager, so it's easy to connect.

It's just that Mu Qingqing still doesn't understand, Zhao Fusheng seems to be ready to come to the capital for a long time, and even, for many places, he obviously reveals a feeling that he is more familiar than himself.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng is familiar with this place, he has been drifting north for nearly ten years, he has almost walked the streets and alleys of the entire city, and when he is proud, the International Trade Building, the heavens and the earth have left his footprints, and when he signals, he also sleeps under the overpass.

Sitting in the taxi, looking at the night scene of BJ City, which is not prosperous now, Zhao Fusheng's mood is much more complicated than Mu Qingqing imagined.

I have heard the melody many times, but if it doesn't sound for a long time, there is a kind of alienation. The picture scroll that has been sketched for a long time has been buried for a long time, and it gives birth to a sigh like a world away. What is consumed in the sun and the moon is nothing more than repetition. Because of the morning and dusk, all the things that are opposite each other become mediocre.

"Little brother, the first time you come to BJ?" is a magical being, they can always find topics to chat with customers, from temple legends to peddlers and pawns, but whatever happens in BJ City, there is nothing these taxi drivers don't know.

Zhao Fusheng looked around because of nostalgia, and in the eyes of this brother, he was undoubtedly a young man from other places who had just arrived in BJ.

Smiling lightly, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Well, for the first time in my life." ”

The driver blinked, always feeling a little weird, but couldn't tell what was wrong, smiled, drove the car to another road, and said, "If you go to the Chinese opera, this side is closer." ”

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "No, if you go to Cotton Hutong, can't you just go straight?"

The driver was stunned, knowing that he had met an expert, so he smiled wryly and did not detour again.

Zhao Fusheng is not angry, after all, when he encounters a foreigner, this is the habit of taxis, not to mention now, ten years later, during the Spring Festival, these taxi drivers, ten yuan away dare to ask for thirty or fifty, and it is still the posture that you love to sit or not.

Poor people must have something to hate, it is sad to make hard money in the wind and snow, but think about it from another angle, these days, no one who earns some money has to pay hard work.

The taxi soon arrived at the Chinese opera, and after paying for the car, Zhao Fusheng stood at the door of the Chinese opera with a suitcase, tilted his head and watched for a while, but he didn't think it was brilliant.

The open gate, with a brown door frame, is flanked by columns, hung with signs of Chinese opera, and two lions poked at the door.

Looking at this appearance, Zhao Fusheng thought that he had run to the door of the old BJ's mansion.

Fortunately, the students who come in and out from time to time make the atmosphere different here. After all, Chinese opera is different from other places, and those who can be admitted here are either really good at acting, or really good.

At the very least, in the few minutes that Zhao Fusheng stood at the door, he saw at least more familiar faces that could only be seen on the screen of TV dramas and movies in the past ten days, although he couldn't actually name these people.

Not far away, several boys walked in front of him, Zhao Fusheng frowned, if I remember correctly, that person was Deng Chao? Who was beside him, I didn't have an impression.

There is no way, it is said that the years urge people to grow old, and these handsome men and women who are now in a young state are certainly eye-catching, but Zhao Fusheng doesn't know who they are at all, and he can't find anyone if he wants to inquire about Fan Baobao's dormitory, which is really quite depressing.

Fortunately, for an old man over forty years old, he never feels embarrassed to pull down his face and ask for directions, Zhao Fusheng walked towards a few girls in front of him, and showed a smile: "Hello, how to go to the female dormitory of the acting department?"

"Huh?"

Several girls looked at each other, the leader Zhao Fusheng actually knew, if she remembered correctly, she seemed to be surnamed Zeng, and she didn't remember what her name was. There's no way, if it's that kind of particularly famous star, it's just that, if it's not famous, Zhao Fusheng can remember what his surname is, it's already for the sake of the other party's beauty.

"Who are you?" the girl asked as she stared at Zhao Fusheng.

looked like a dusty man, and it was not the face of that kind of handsome guy, so he came up and asked the girls' dormitory, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao Fusheng was only one person, it is estimated that they would turn around and run away.

In this regard, Zhao Fusheng said that he is also desperate, blame me for not being handsome?