I don't know if it's because of rebirth, Ange always feels that her time is stolen.

I don't want to waste a minute or a second on boring things.

Therefore, helping Han Xiaoya rehearse made her heart feel disgusting.

She really served Han Xiaoya, pretending like this every day, isn't she tired?

With this kung fu in life, it is better to hone your acting skills and study your skills, and don't always look like you are always delicate and embarrassed.

Is that Wu Qinghua? That's Nan Batian's little wife, it's pretty much the same.

Maybe she just loves to play a sweet, cute and simple little girl, and she has already been indistinguishable from people and has reached a state of selflessness.

An Ge really understood what Jiang Feng said, "Every time I look at her, I will be aroused by her contrived eyes. Let me play right away. ”

But she is the B corner arranged by the leader, and she is her substitute.

With this shadowy substitute, Ange no longer feels that rehearsals are a happy thing.

All she could do was look forward to the weekend.

Finally, after the last practice of the weekend, Han Xiaoya wanted to go home to visit relatives, and An Ge was pardoned and hurriedly asked for leave to go out.

Yang Lixin knew that she was going to the hospital, and reluctantly approved.

An Ge walked on the road, in the late autumn evening, the leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the road were golden and brilliant, rustling, the blue sky overhead, clear and transparent, and the afterglow of the sunset shone at the end of the straight road, shining.

It's really a beautiful twilight, and people's hearts are inexplicably soft and serene.

She let out a long breath, and her depressed mood finally slowly improved.

She bought a bottle of mineral water from the military service and drank it while thinking about the math problem she hadn't solved last night, and before she knew it, she turned into a secluded alley.

On both sides of the alley is a courtyard next to each other, a closed iron gate, the yard is a small Western-style western-style building made of red bricks, two floors, three floors, old, wall creeper and ivy entwined on the mottled wall, in the sunset is particularly deep and quiet.

An Ge had never walked this road before, and she stopped on the side of the road and looked at the paths that led in all directions around her, a little dazed.

The small street garden at the corner of the street, the trees are tall, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, in the stone bench and stone chair, there is a big golden laurel tree in the middle, in the dense leaves, there are layers of single light golden stamens, exuding a rich fragrance, refreshing people's hearts.

Under the osmanthus tree, there were many young people standing in twos and threes, talking in low voices.

An Ge walked over, intending to ask for directions, but heard their conversation all in English.

Some people are fluent, some people are stammering, and no matter what, they are trying to communicate about the topics they are interested in.

An Ge's eyes suddenly lit up, isn't this the legendary "English Corner"?

In her memories of her previous life, she always knew that there was an English corner in this city, which was a place for young people who taught themselves English to communicate and practice speaking, and she had never been to it before, and now, she was suffering from not being able to talk to people, so she could only learn "dumb English", but she didn't expect to meet here today.

It's really "no place to find when you step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it", and she will have a good place to learn English in the future.

An Ge involuntarily approached the men, and she stood silently outside the crowd, listening carefully to their conversation.

Several times I mustered up the courage to open my mouth to join in those conversations, but I couldn't say a word, my tongue seemed to be tied in a bow, and I didn't listen to the call.

Forget it, let's just think I'm here to practice listening, An Ge thought a little deflated.

After listening quietly for a long time, she saw that it was not too early, turned to leave, and when she was not paying attention, she bumped into the chest of a man in a white shirt.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ......" she blurted out in English.

Unexpectedly, the other party sneered, and also said in English: "Isn't it very good, why didn't you just listen and not speak?"

His voice is deep and magnetic, with standard pronunciation.

An Ge raised his eyes, and the other party was a tall young man with three-dimensional facial features, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a light and gentle smile on the corners of his lips.

The other party also looked her up and down, as if looking at a piece of goods to be sold, and his eyes were focused and sharp.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, shining on his fair face, casting a faint golden glow.

An Ge was made up of hairs by him, and frowned secretly, where did he seem to have seen this face, this look?

But she couldn't think of it at this time, she was so angry with Han Xiaoya's girl that her brain was blocked.

"Have we met, I look at you very familiarly, can I know your name?" the other said in English, deliberately slowing down.

An Ge was silent for two seconds: "......"

Is this here to talk to her, or is it here to practice speaking? She was a little stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

The other party looked at her downtime eyes, showed a standard eight-tooth smile, raised his eyebrows, and continued to say in English: "My name is Han Xiaolin, I am a graduate student in the directing department of University A, not a liar. I can show you my student ID. He said as he pulled out a red-skin document from his pants pocket.

On the cover of the red book, a few words are gilded: "A Film Academy".

This is the most famous institution of higher learning in the film arts in the country, and it is the place that Ange yearns for in the depths of his heart.

The other party opened the inside page again and showed her his photo and the name of the professional class.

Sure enough, it's a famous school, and even the student photos are so handsome and upright.

An Ge nodded in admiration, and then asked seriously: "You students of A Film Academy, you go out with your student ID, is it especially convenient to make a girl?"

Han Xiaolin: "......"

After a few seconds of snort, he burst out laughing, "No, it's not, you're mistaken. ”

His eyes twinkled, and he said, "Is your name An Ge, a dancer of the Military Region Art Troupe? We met before, in your last selection exam for a dance. I wonder if you're still impressed?"

An Ge finally remembered that the particularly young judge in the crew of "Red Face" was the male protagonist of the play.

She even remembered that Jiang Feng mentioned that it was the actor who tried his best to recommend her to be selected as a candidate. It's just that now she is busy rehearsing Wu Qinghua and running to the hospital, so she doesn't pay attention to the selection of this role.

It turned out to be him.

No wonder it looks so familiar.

She nodded hurriedly.

"Remember, right?" this time the other party changed to Chinese and let out a sigh, "Or the native language Lisuo." He brushed his hair again, "In order for you to remember, I have worked hard." ”

An Ge smiled: "Hello, Teacher Han." ”

Han Xiaolin looked at him with a smile and stretched out his hand: "Hello, classmate Xiao An, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

The two chatted for a while about each other's messages, which was kind of introducing themselves.

An Ge saw that the time was not early, and waved his hand at him, "Teacher Han, I still have something to do, I have to leave first, and I will contact you again when I have a chance later." ”

Han Xiaolin stopped her: "By the way, I still have a question." ”

An Ge turned to look at him.

After pondering for a few seconds, Han Xiaolin frowned and asked, "I want to ask you, why didn't you come to the TV station audition last time the crew notified you?"

Ange: "......"