Song Ran dragged heavy steps out of the small building of the art troupe, the courtyard outside was still bustling with people, and those people were still with expectant eyes, longing, and expectation.

She felt a little cold in her hands and feet, and her expression was so trance that when she went downstairs, she stepped on a flight of stairs, almost staggered down, and was pulled by Li Sheng on the side: "Xiao Ran, look at your feet." ”

Song Ran came back to his senses and said, "Oh oh,"

With this expression, this reaction, can Li Sheng still count? She couldn't believe it: "Could it be...... Didn't you get in?"

It doesn't make sense.

Song Ran stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and sighed: "They said that they don't accept students, and I didn't even get the opportunity to perform." ”

Li Sheng scratched his head: "Ah?

Song Ran clenched the crumpled application form in his hand, and seemed to have made up his mind: "You go back first, I'll wait here for the examiner to come out." ”

Li Sheng glanced at the team that still couldn't see the end: "When will this have to wait?"

Song Ran's expression was firm: "I'll wait when I wait." ”

Li Sheng grabbed her hand: "Then I'll wait with you." ”

Song Ran looked at her movingly: "Thank you." ”

Li Sheng tilted his head and smiled: "Anyway, if you're idle, you're idle." ”

The two have been waiting in the courtyard for the recruitment examination to end, during which Li Sheng went to buy some steamed buns, and the two of them will nibble on a few bites.

From dawn to dark, until nine o'clock in the evening, the staff under the corridor held the headlights and said: "Okay, okay, let's end here today, take the application form, come over at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, come back tomorrow, scatter and scatter......"

Song Ran, who was already about to freeze, immediately came to his senses, rubbed his cold hands, and stood up straight, Li Sheng sniffed and smiled a little silly: "It's finally over." ”

The headlights in the courtyard dimmed with a snap, and the people who came to sign up were almost gone, and Song Ran kept stomping his feet to keep warm.

Footsteps soon came from the dim corridor, and the middle-aged woman wearing black-framed glasses wrapped her big cotton jacket and said to the people on the side: "Let's go back early, it's too cold, it's freezing on the road, pay attention to safety." ”

"Got it, Director. ”

The director was about to walk out of the courtyard, but Song Ran hurriedly greeted her and called out to her: "Director." ”

Li Lan looked back and saw Song Ran, whose nose was red from the cold, standing in the cold wind, and she shouted: "You little girl, why haven't you come home yet? ”

Song Ran brushed her loose hair, the whole person looked pitiful and embarrassed, she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse: "I'm waiting for you to get off work." ”

Li Lan frowned, a little helpless: "What are you waiting for me to do? I told you clearly, this is the rule of our art troupe, we don't accept students in school, I can't show favoritism, little girl, don't embarrass me, okay?"

Song Ran was anxious: "Rules are dead, people are alive, I really want to join the troupe, I really want to be an actor, I really want to stand on the stage, I am sincere, I won't fish for three days and dry the net for two days, believe me, okay?"

Li Lan stared at her: "Little girl, you have also seen that there are many people who have applied for our art troupe, and there are more than 1,000 application forms received today, but you gave me a reason why I have to hire you, why should I admit you exceptionally?"