Wang Xiaohu had a long, long dream, he dreamed that he had a serious illness and was bedridden.

In the dream, there is always a stranger, starting from the birth of that person, and then abandoned by his parents in an orphanage, living on the street as a thief, and being caught at the police station

I don't know how long later, he saw the stranger come to a dilapidated school to learn Peking Opera, be beaten and scolded by the master, play, frolic and perform with the brothers, and the scenes kept appearing in his dreams like a movie.

Wang Xiaohu really wants to stop this dream as soon as possible, anyone who always dreams of an irrelevant stranger will be mad.

He shouted, "Don't let me dream of you!" ”

It was pitch black, and no one paid any attention to him.

He panicked and wanted to escape from this dream, but no matter how fast he ran and how desperate he tried, he sadly found that he was like a monkey who could not escape from the palm of the Buddha: he was trapped in a dream.

This situation lasted for a long time, until he saw the stranger follow a teenager onto a dilapidated steamship, and at the moment when the dream ended, Wang Xiaohu finally had the strength to open his eyes!

"Where is this?"

It was a small, dark and damp room, with no extra furnishings except for two old beds and some rudimentary furniture, which looked like antiques from decades ago in terms of style and condition.

"It's not my own room." Wang Xiaohu came to this conclusion after looking at the room.

The walls of his bedroom should be covered with pictures of martial arts stars such as Bruce Lee, Cheng Long, Jet Li, and Donnie Yen, who are all idols that Wang Xiaohu worships, and they are also the goals he has been striving for.

Wang Xiaohu is a temporary stuntman actor, to put it bluntly, he is a martial arts stand-in, all the dangerous actions that stars are unwilling to do and can't do, such as flying cars, jumping off buildings, blasting, etc., he will rush to do it, and he has done it very well.

He longed to one day become a martial arts star with far-reaching influence on the world like Bruce Lee, he paid a lot for this goal, and injuries were commonplace for him, even so he gritted his teeth and persevered, and soon left titles such as "Desperate San Lang", "Xiaoqiang who can't die", "Cheng Long is better than Cheng Long" in the small circle.

Although Wang Xiaohu is very proud, the cruel reality makes him understand: there is only one "Bruce Lee" in this world, and there is only one "Cheng Long", unless he can have shit luck like Wang Baoqiang, otherwise, he should obediently be countless stand-ins!

Wang Xiaohu still remembered that he was filming a group of jumping scenes before he fell unconscious, and he had not danced several times, which made the martial arts instructor very angry, and the dog blood spray head who scolded, he endured the pain in his waist, jumped down again, and then fell into that damn dream

Wang Xiaohu propped up his body and leaned on the head of the bed with his hands, rubbing his temples that were a little swollen and painful, and since he woke up, he had this uncomfortable swelling pain, which made him irritable for no reason.

After filtering things from head to toe, Wang Xiaohu suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

Obviously, he was injured during filming, and he was not sent to the hospital by the crew for rescue, or was sent to the hospital for rescue, but he kept dreaming and didn't wake up, and then the director threw himself into this small dilapidated house for recuperation.

Shabby, dark, damp little rooms, and unattended, how can stuntmen be treated so badly?

Wang Xiaohu complained and wanted to leave here, he decided to go to the director whose conscience was eaten by a dog to reason, if the director can compensate for the loss of injury caused by filming, then Wang Xiaohu has nothing to say, if the director denies it, Wang Xiaohu doesn't mind smashing the director's handsome big nose with his fist.

"Don't use stand-ins as bad actors." Wang Xiaohu said indignantly in his mind.

As soon as he spoke, he was stunned, because he did not speak Mandarin, but authentic Cantonese.

What's going on?

Wang Xiaohu tried to say a few words again, "Is there anyone?" "Is the director here?" However, it is still Cantonese that is exported.

Wang Xiaohu frowned, slowed down his speech after brewing his tone, and finally said a very lame Mandarin: "Damn, what the hell is going on." ”

He remembered that the stranger in the dream spoke Cantonese, and he would speak Cantonese in a dream, so could he speak French if the person in the dream spoke [***]?

Wang Xiaohu shook his head and abandoned this very ridiculous idea, it is better to leave here as soon as possible, this broken place, I have enough of staying for a moment!

The door was locked outside, Wang Xiaohu could only give up after trying a few times, and shifted his gaze to the window, he felt that things were a little evil, and he was eager to understand the surrounding environment, and he was stunned again after seeing the outdoor scenery through the window.

The buildings outside are old-fashioned, the style of architecture seems to be from the 60s and 70s, the street scenery can only be seen in movies, the street lights are only a dull yellow, and the pedestrians on the road are very outdated.

Is there still such a backward place in China? Wang Xiaohu didn't know, but with the faint reflection of the light, he saw a stranger's face on the glass.

It is said that it is strange, but it is not strange at all, Wang Xiaohu saw this face in his dream, subconsciously touching his face, and the person reflected on the glass was also carrying out the same action.

This phenomenon made Wang Xiaohu feel a tingling scalp, that person wouldn't be himself, right?

Wang Xiaohu's thought lasted less than ten seconds before the sound of the door opening was interrupted, and he turned his head and saw a familiar stranger, it was a young man wearing a black shirt and blue shabby jeans, who looked vaguely fifteen or sixteen years old, he was carrying a small box in his hand and pushed the door in and turned on the light.

Wang Xiaohu noticed that there was a mole on the right side of the young man's face, and the reason why he said it was familiar was because this young man was the one he saw a moment before he woke up from his dream, the young man who followed the person in the dream on the boat.

When the young man saw Wang Xiaohu wake up, his face was filled with heartfelt joy, and he ran over quickly and said, "Ah Hu, you woke up, it's great!" ”

The young man also spoke Cantonese, and when he saw that Wang Xiaohu was just stunned, he couldn't help but be a little anxious: "Ah Hu, why don't you answer my question?" ”

Almost at the same moment, Wang Xiaohu's name popped out of this teenager's mind: Yuan Biao! Wang Xiaohu was shocked, how could this young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old be Yuan Biao? It stands to reason that Yuan Biao is the junior disciple of Cheng Long and Hong Jinbao, and the youngest disciple of the Seven Little Blessings.

Cheng Long is in his fifties, if he calculates his age, Yuan Biao must be at least in his 40s, how can he be only fifteen or sixteen years old?

With these thoughts, Wang Xiaohu asked in a very uncertain tone: "Yuan Biao?" ”

"Hey, Ah Hu, don't look at your age than me, according to the rules of Liyuan, I entered the teacher half a year earlier than you, you have to call me senior brother!" Yuan Biao puffed out his cheeks, raised the posture of the little senior brother, and preached very unhappily.

"Really?" Wang Xiaohu was a little unconvinced.

"How not?" Yuan Biao pinched his hands and said, "If the master is here, he will definitely whip you like a three-hairer." ”

Master, Sanmao, with the two names said by Yuan Biao, two figures appeared in Wang Xiaohu's mind, one is the master who is close to the sixtieth year with his hands behind his back - Yu Zhanyuan, it is this old man who founded the "China Drama Academy" in Hong Kong.

At that time, the market for opera was good, and the school's original intention was still to teach outstanding children in Liyuan, so it followed the rules and traditions of Liyuan and strictly governed the school.

But at that time, the teachers in the school, like Guan Zhengliang and others, also worked as dragon and tiger martial artists in the film martial arts, so they suggested that Yu Zhanyuan might as well let these little apprentices go to the film industry to exercise. The film income is quite good, and it does need some small actors, so from the 60s, some young students were able to make an exception to enter the film industry. But there is no filming, they still need to go to Liyuan (not Liyuan) and other places to perform operas, this is the relationship, a group of apprentices who have far-reaching influence on Chinese martial arts action movies--- Qixiaofu began to appear.

Sanmao, who is tall and chubby, likes to have watermelon hairstyle, as the elder brother of Qixiaofu, Hongjinbao is definitely the first to make trouble, and is often the most ruthless one who is beaten by Yu Zhanyuan with a rattan.

This information exists in his mind, to be precise, it is the memory of the stranger that Wang Xiaohu saw during his dream, if he is not mistaken, the rebirth and reincarnation described in the novel will spoil him alive.

For a while, Wang Xiaohu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, others shouted bitterly that they couldn't hate to cross the sign of "begging to cross, eager to be reborn" on their heads may not be reborn, and he just jumped from the twenty-story building, and happened to be hit in the brain by a flower pot, so he was reborn in a daze, and he was reborn as one of the members of the "Seven Little Blessings", and became the junior brother of Red Jinbao, Cheng Long, Yuan Biao, and Yuan Hua!

This shit luck is tough, isn't it? Wang Xiaohu was thinking wildly in his head, and the expression on his face was also very strange, which frightened Xiao Yuan Biao, he helped Wang Xiaohu to sit on the bed, touched his forehead and said, "Ah Hu, what's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?" Tell me, I'll get you some medicine!" ”

Wang Xiaohu suppressed the shock in his heart and shook his head and said, "Ah Biao, don't worry, I have nothing to do, but I just woke up and my body is a little weak, I believe it will be fine after a while." ”

"It's okay." Yuan Biao breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the small box and came to the bed to open it, then took out a few small bowls and said, "Ah Hu, you are in good health, let's drink some porridge first." ”

"Oh, thank you." Wang Xiaohu took the bowl and devoured it, the porridge was very ordinary, it was made of ordinary rice, I don't know if it was because he hadn't eaten for a long time, Wang Xiaohu ate very fragrantly, and the three times five divided by two were wiped out.

Yuan Biao looked at Wang Xiaohu's eating appearance, and felt that this little junior brother was full of strangeness after waking up, for example, when he served him food, he never politely said "thank you".

"Eat slowly, there's still something here." Yuan Biao brought out another bowl, Wang Xiaohu noticed that there were only two bowls of porridge in the box, this should be the dinner of the two, if he drank another bowl, then Yuan Biao would definitely be hungry, although a bowl of porridge was not enough to stuff his teeth, but judging from Yuan Biao's clothing, the life of the two was not very rich.

After perceiving these details, Wang Xiaohu put down the bowl and shook his head and said, "My body has just recovered, so I shouldn't eat too much, so you should eat the rest of the bowl." ”

Yuan Biao sighed and lowered his head to eat porridge.

Yu Zhanyuan's disciples are very strict, especially when eating, if there is a disciple who has a grain of rice left, he will pull the apprentice's ear and ask them to eat it cleanly, so the disciples never have food leftover, Yuan Biao is like this, and the same is true of Wang Xiaohu, who took the shell of A Hu.

After Yuan Biao finished eating the porridge and washing it, Wang Xiaohu asked, "Ah Biao, what year is it now?" ”

"Huh? Ah Hu, what a strange question you asked, it's September 30, 1971. After Yuan Biao finished speaking, he frowned again and said, "Ah Hu, do you have a fever and burn out your brain?" It always feels like you're so weird today. ”

Wang Xiaohu smiled bitterly, how to answer this question, did he tell Yuan Biao that his soul traveled back to Hong Kong in 1971 from 2010, and just grabbed the body of his little junior brother Ah Hu? In that case, even if Wang Xiaohu dared to say it, Yuan Biao might not be willing to believe it. Wang Xiaohu, who had a hard time, had to smirk and said: "Maybe that's the case, I always feel that after I got sick this time, I forgot some things, by the way, how did I get sick?" ”

Yuan Biao rolled his eyes and said, "Oh my God, you forgot how you got sick?" ”

Wang Xiaohu nodded, and there was no intention of lying in his expression. "Yes, I forgot."

"Well, since you forgot, I'll tell you," Yuan Biao said.

Around 1968, with the decline of opera, Liyuan changed with it, and the "China Theatre Academy" struggled. Some of the students who graduated from the full division have entered the film martial arts industry with Han Yingjie and other seniors. At the end of the 60s, Yu Suqiu married and immigrated to the United States, Yu Zhanyuan thought that there was still a future for Chinese opera in the United States, so he brought some young apprentices to follow the immigrants.

Obviously, Master Yu's judgment was wrong, and Qi Xiaofu's trip to the United States was not satisfactory, so Yuan Biao and Ah Hu had to step on the ship back to Hong Kong.

But this time when he returned to Hong Kong, only the two of them depended on each other, Yuan Biao was young, there was no other way, and the money on his body was only enough to eat after buying a ferry ticket, so Ah Hu ate and vomited for six weeks.

Finally, when he arrived in Hong Kong, he had a high fever, Yuan Biao helped Ah Hu to hold his luggage, and only after finding Cheng Long and Yuan Hua did he live in the slums of Hong Kong, and with the help of Cheng Long and Yuan Hua, he gave Ah Hu some medicine.

That's the way it is, although it's not very tortuous, Wang Xiaohu can understand the hardships, Yuan Biao must have suffered a lot at such a young age, he patted Yuan Biao's shoulder and said, "Ah Biao, thank you for saving me." ”

"Ah Hu, what are you doing so politely, it's not like you before at all." Yuan Biao felt a little numb.

Wang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Then tell me what I was like before?" ”

"In the past, you were selfish, stingy, cowardly and afraid of things, every time you were bullied, it was me, Ah Long and Yuanhua who put your head in order." Yuan Biao also added: "And you never know what politeness is. ”

Wang Xiaohu sweated profusely, the owner of this shell before his feelings was a wreck, no wonder he had never heard of the role of Yuan Hu in the Seven Little Blessings.

Now that Yuan Hu's soul has been replaced by himself, let's bring a brand-new Yuan Hu back to life!

Wang Xiaohu is full of confidence!