The boy's name is Wang Baoqiang, less than 16 years old, and he is an ordinary peasant child. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just after the Spring Festival, the temperature in the morning in the capital was very low, the cold wind was blowing, and the pedestrians on the railway station square left in a hurry, no one stopped to stay, and no one noticed this childish teenager.

At the urging of his fellow villagers, Wang Baoqiang carried his luggage and followed the team.

There are not a few rural children who come out to work at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and this kind of scene is staged at the train station every day.

Walking out of the square, Wang Baoqiang followed his fellow villagers into a bus, which started and drove into this bustling metropolis.

Due to the large number of people on the bus, he could only stand, grasping the handrail in the carriage, and his body kept shaking with the forward movement of the bus.

Unlike other passengers, when the driver brakes suddenly, the other passengers will stagger and lose their footing.

Wang Baoqiang stood very steady and was not affected at all.

He looked at the world outside the car window with his eyes, high-rise buildings, cars coming and going, as the sun rose, the capital was bathed in sunlight, looking resplendent and splendid, just like in TV.

He was a little excited, and talked to his fellow villagers next to him, but received no response.

After taking the train in the middle of the night, the villagers were very tired, these people were not the first time to come to the capital, and they had long been accustomed to the city.

Those high-rise buildings just look beautiful and have nothing to do with them, or rather, they build high-rise buildings, but they don't have their turn to live in them.

They only hope that the boss will not be in arrears of wages, that they will not get hurt while working, and that they will be able to go home with the money at the end of the year for a good year.

Wait until the next year, and continue to repeat this life.

Wang Baoqiang didn't understand the mood of his fellow villagers, he came to the capital to fulfill a dream.

That was his dream since he was a child, Wang Baoqiang saw Li Lianjie's movie on TV, and he came up with the idea of learning kung fu to become a star.

To this end, he went to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts for six years.

In the six years of Shaolin Temple, Wang Baoqiang lived a very hard life, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, he had to get up every day before dawn to run and practice, and only during the New Year could he go home.

However, he did not wait for the opportunity in the Shaolin Temple, and no one asked him to make a movie.

So, he left the Shaolin Temple and went to the capital, where there are film academies, film studios, and filming opportunities everywhere.

In Wang's eyes, this city is where his dreams come true.

More than an hour later, the fellow villagers took Wang Baoqiang off the bus and came to a dilapidated yard.

This is a private house on the outskirts of the capital, all of which are large courtyards, and dozens of people can live in one courtyard, most of them are migrant workers, and there are also those who do small businesses and use the houses as warehouses.

There is a running water pipe in the middle of the yard, which is shared by everyone, there is no toilet, and you have to go to the public toilet in the distance.

The environment can be imagined, but it is cheaper, not counting electricity bills a month, only 90 yuan.

The villager negotiated the price with the landlord, took the key, and took Wang Baoqiang into a small house with three wooden beds, an old table, and nothing else.

They put down their luggage, cleaned the room, took the quilt out of the luggage, and spread it on the bed.

In order to save money, the quilt was brought from my hometown, and after all this, it was more than eight o'clock in the morning.

The townsman took Wang Baoqiang out of the yard, and there were food stalls not far away, a few small benches, a long table, gruel, fried dough sticks and steamed buns, and the price was affordable.

Wang Baoqiang was growing his body, and looked at the price, three cents for steamed buns and five cents for buns.

He asked for four steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, a total of five pieces, and ate the pickles on the table.

This is his first meal in the capital, and once he finds a job, the boss will take care of two meals, so he doesn't have to spend his own money.

After breakfast, I returned to the house, and the villagers discussed going to the nearby construction site in the afternoon to have a look, and resting in the morning.

Wang Baoqiang felt tired, so he washed his feet with cold water by the pool outside, he was not cold, and he was used to it in Shaolin Temple.

Lying under the covers, he quickly fell asleep.

After waking up, he ate a bowl of noodles outside, and his fellow villagers went to the construction site, but Wang Baoqiang didn't go, he wanted to go to the Beijing Film Academy.

After inquiring about the bus to take, he embarked on a journey to find his dream.

The Beijing Film Academy and the Beijing Film Studio are only separated by one road, called Huangtingzi Road, and Wang Baoqiang walks on this road, like walking on the avenue of dreams.

At this time, the capital was still in the atmosphere of the New Year, and there were not many filming crews.

If it is usual, this road will be very lively, there are a large number of extras waiting for opportunities at the entrance of the film academy and film studio, and there are groups of people who come to select, and only those who are selected can enter the crew.

The crew rarely comes directly to select extras, which is too troublesome.

Wang Baoqiang is a newcomer, he doesn't understand this, the winter vacation is not over yet, and the entrance of the film academy is deserted.

He was not disappointed, there were many notices of crew recruitment outside the film academy, which included the names of film and television dramas, the conditions for recruiting actors, and contact information.

These are small productions that are not very well known, with an investment of less than a million, or are the graduation work of students.

As long as there is an investment of more than two or three million projects, the crew will have a relatively formal audition process.

On some telephone poles and walls, there are a lot of small advertisements, the same crew is recruiting, and there are also in the name of film and television companies, this kind is basically a lie, and let me go back and wait for the news after collecting the registration fee.

Wang Baoqiang walked along the road, looking at them one by one, for him, this is all an opportunity for filming.

He felt that it was too right to come to the capital, so many opportunities could always make him a star, he especially paid attention to the news about martial arts, he wanted to become a martial arts star like Li Lianjie.

After watching for an afternoon and walking back and forth on this road several times, Wang Baoqiang was not tired at all.

He felt that his dream was so close to him that it was within reach.

He touched the small advertisements on the wall, and he didn't know that there was a long distance between them and becoming a big star.

Wang Baoqiang returned to his residence in a hurry, and talked to his fellow villagers about what he had seen and heard, as long as he could enter the crew and become a martial artist, he could come in handy after practicing kung fu for a few years.

He's going to be a martial arts star.

The fellow villagers looked at Wang Baoqiang and shook their heads secretly.

They got a job on the construction site and started working tomorrow, they didn't have the idea of becoming a star, they just wanted to have a job with a stable income, it was enough.

"Baoqiang, listen to my uncle, how can a star be so good, work for a few years, make some money, go home to marry a daughter-in-law, give birth to a baby, don't think about those who don't have it." Fellow villagers persuaded.

"Uncle, I want to try." Wang Baoqiang said stubbornly.

The fellow sighed and didn't say anything more.

They are neighbors, and they know that this child has a stubborn temper, and he ran to Shaolin Temple in order to learn martial arts, and he is a person who does not listen to persuasion.

Wang Baoqiang was lying on the bed, the cold wind outside came in through the crack in the window, it was cold, he wrapped the quilt tightly, thinking that he might be filming with the crew tomorrow, and couldn't help but smile. (To be continued.) )