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Where is the most populous place in Beijing?

Some people may say that the subway, Xidan, the zoo, and there may be those who have no discipline to say that heaven and earth.

At noon, the train station.

It's gray, it's October, and it's already a little cold in half-sleeves. The square in front of the station is so big that people walk around it, like insects stepping on grass and leaves, and I don't know that I have to be so busy all my life for Mao?

"Hoo ......"

Chu Qing sat on the stone steps of the flower pond, exhaling a smoke ring, and he stared at the eldest sister holding a child in front of him for a long time.

Floral clothes, earth-colored pants, cloth shoes, nothing under the buttocks, just sitting on the ground. On the left is two large bags of luggage, but under the object on the right is a newspaper, but if you look closely, it is a not very beautiful gift box.

The child in his arms is about a year old, wearing a thin foundation jacket with local characteristics, and a plain scarf tied around his neck.

Chu Qing extinguished the cigarette butt, took out the curled notebook from his trouser pocket, and wrote two lines on it.

He's writing his homework, what is it called Observation Notes.

said that the animal simulation class that made him bad finally fell behind for a while, and it entered the stage of acting in a sketch. There are two kinds of sketches, one is purely original, self-written, self-directed and self-acted; The other is to observe life sketches.

According to the teachers, when undergraduates were freshmen and sophomores, they spent all day in the rehearsal room, even when they went out, to observe the characters. When you come back, you have to write a notebook and hand it in, and then discharge the sketch, and the teacher will check it against the notebook, and you can see at a glance whether you are attentive or fooled.

Chu Qing easily encountered a day when there was no class and no play, so he ran out to write his homework.

Observing the characters, this word is actually very annoying, and he says that he is like the Buddha who is high up and cold-eyed to the audience.

Chu Qing's level of writing has been swaying up and down the passing line, he can record a thing without a little water, clearly organized, simple words, but there is no literary style, and it is naturally dry to read, with commas and full stops throughout the text.

Wencai is this thing, isn't it "Ah! "Oh!" "Hard!" , these are they?

After taking classes for so long, he barely sorted out the huge teaching system of the acting class, and there were more than a dozen items, which were still streamlined in the refresher class.

Even if he disagrees with some theories, he has always studied very seriously, and he will borrow classmates' notes to transcribe them afterwards. As in the beginning, some things he felt were useless, while others he found useful. For example, relaxation and concentration exercises before the performance, adjusting the breathing rhythm and muscle control in the line class, and of course, the most basic pronunciation.

Chu Qingxian's language talent is stronger than that of shoe repair, and he can initially switch freely between Mandarin and the three dialects.

There were two large flower ponds in the square, and he sat on the right one.

The steps were too hard, so he moved his buttocks, lit a cigarette, and began to look around for other subjects.

…………

Yuanquan was carrying a backpack and was writing very seriously. She needs to jot down the brief and characteristics of each person first, and then go back and put together a complete observation note.

Since her freshman year, she has been out at least once a month, and after her junior year, the teacher rarely assigns observation homework, but this habit has not changed.

She had been here since the morning, turning the station inside and out, and there were seven or eight people in her notebook. These rich materials make her full of joy and inspiration.

Yuanquan has always been the hardest working one in the class.

Her appearance is not prominent, her body is not right, and her explosive power is not enough, and she is always the worst in physical class. It's not as beautiful as Hu Jing, it's not as good as Zeng Li's Tsing Yi style, it's not as good as Qin Hailu's body frame, and it's not as good as Zhang's talent attributes and full worth of fortune.

The only thing that can be fought is diligence.

She used an old fountain pen, writing and writing, and the ink was dried, and she stretched out her arm and shook it vigorously before adding the last words.

I closed the notebook and just breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a soft sound in my stomach.

"Heh......"

She laughed at herself embarrassedly, opened her backpack, took out a bottle of mineral water, and then took out a plastic bag, which contained two loaves of bread, which was her dry food for most of the day.

First, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip, his dry throat felt more soothing, and he took out another piece of bread, and twisted a small piece of it with a plastic bag with his fingers.

It's a very old-fashioned, boxy loaf with a bit of a hard crust that makes it sweet and soft if steamed in a pot.

"Hey!"

As soon as she put it in her mouth and chewed it, she heard someone call.

As soon as he looked up, his big eyes blinked, and he said in surprise: "Hi! ”

Chu Qing was also surprised when she looked at her just now, hesitated for a while and came over to say hello, and asked, "You, pick up someone?" ”

"Well, it's not."

“……”

Chu Qing ran into someone who couldn't chat than himself, so he had to continue: "Oh, I'll write that observation homework." ”

Yuan Quan tilted his head and said, "Observe the notes, right?" ”

"yes, that's it."

She looked at him, lowered her head, and lifted it up again, but she didn't mean to reply.

Chu Qing was a little embarrassed, this half-baked, should he leave or should he continue to be bored?

But when he said this, he flashed silently, and it felt even more embarrassing, as if he was panting and suddenly suffocating.

At least there have to be contacts, and after a few words, a friendly goodbye can be flashed.

He looked at the bread in the girl's hand and asked casually, "You haven't eaten yet?" ”

"Hmm."

She replied with a low voice, then lowered her head again, and gently fiddled with the plastic bag, as if trying to cover the missing piece of bread.

Sometimes, some of my own appearance only belongs to the bottom corner of my heart, and I don't want to be seen and watched by anyone, no matter who this person is.

This girl's mind is as soft and sensitive as the bread in her hand for five cents a piece.

Her head was just over her shoulders, separated from the middle, not of much shape, a little disorganized. The cheeks are very thin, and the body is small and pitiful, which will hide the face low in the head, but the deep contours of the facial features are more obvious.

Chu Qing looked at her like this, no matter how stupid she was, she knew that she had said the wrong thing, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Girls are really different from girls, if this is Master Fan, he will properly stuff his cheeks all over Dengdeng, and by the way, he will let him buy a bottle of drink......

"Well, can you give me one of your bread?" Chu Qingdao.

"What?"

Yuan Quan suddenly raised his head.

"Well, I haven't eaten either."

"Heh......"

Yuan Quan looked at him for a while, then pursed his lips, took out the first piece of bread, and handed the remaining piece directly to him in a plastic bag.

"Thank you."

Chu Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and simply sat next to her.

Although in order to resolve the embarrassment, he asked someone for a piece of bread, he was still very uneasy for no reason. Just like that advertisement, a foreign girl who snatches an old man from a bottle of water on the side of the road will definitely be punished by God.

But since it's coming, let's eat.

He bit off a third of it in one bite, a little dry, but the inside was soft, and it was also very honest and true.

"Aren't you going to film?"

"I'll join the group next week."

"Oh, what's that play?"

"A film directed by Teng Wenji."

Chu Qing didn't want to know the name, but he had to maintain consistency, otherwise it would be too stupid to take a large rusk and gnaw on it.

Yuanquan is really a very quiet girl, and she didn't take the initiative to say a word, ask a question, and answer a sentence.

He wasn't too hungry, but after a few bites of bread, he was a little hungry.

Turning around and glancing, there were a few small restaurants quite far away, and I was thinking about whether to invite her to dinner by the way, and I felt a slight chill on my face.

When I looked up, I saw the rain falling from the gray clouds.

"It's raining?" He was stunned.

"The weather forecast says it's raining today," she said, as a matter of course. ”

In two sentences, the raindrops have been strung into a beaded curtain.

Yuan Quan hurriedly took out an umbrella from his backpack, and for another meal, he didn't bring an umbrella, and she didn't know what to do in this situation.

Chu Qing saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and hurriedly said, "Let's go to the waiting room." ”

"Hmm."

…………

As soon as the two of them ran into the eaves of the waiting hall, they heard the "boom" pouring behind them, and there was already a cloud of white smoke on the ground.

Standing at the door, Chu Qing pulled his head and said worriedly: "When does the weather forecast say when will it stop?" ”

Yuanquan put away the umbrella, shook off the water stains, and said, "It's a shower." ”

She seemed to be a little more lively than just now, and her movements were not so stiff, and she carried the umbrella behind her back and stepped a few steps at random.

The moisture hit her face, staining her tips, and even her eyelashes trembled a little.

Chu Qing has watched two of her plays, one is a movie, called "Beautiful Feet", and the movie channel has been playing for a while. One is a TV series called "The Taste of Love".

Short, clean, independent, like a white wildflower that grows from a big stone on the body, stubborn and stubborn beauty.

It's not like the shy and sensitive girl in front of her.

However, Chu Qing was not in the mood to explore this now, touched his stomach, and said, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

"Huh?"

"I haven't eaten too much."

He looked at the small restaurant covered by the rain curtain and was very melancholy, and said, "Let's go inside." ”

Saying that he went inside first, Yuanquan followed with a smile.

When I got to the second floor, there were a lot of tourists, and it was easy to find two empty places.

As soon as he sat down, Chu Qing said, "You sit down first!" ”

Then Yuanquan watched him run into the small market, came out with a plastic bag, ran to the hot water room to tinker for a while, and then came back lightly with two bowls of instant noodles.

"Huh? I'm full......" Yuan Quan waved his hand busily.

"Come on! Just a piece of bread is full! You invite me to bread, I invite you to instant noodles. ”

There was no empty chair nearby, so Chu Qing held a bowl in one hand, pressed the lid with his fingers, and got stuck in a very strange posture.

"Give it to me."

Yuanquan hid his smile and took a bowl.

Chu Qing asked, "By the way, why are you running here?" ”

"I also write observation notes."

"Aren't all juniors going to be like this?"

"Written and played."

"Oh."

He was noncommittal, and saw that a buddy on the left just got up to line up to check the ticket, and hurriedly used instant noodles to occupy a seat, but the lid was very disobedient and pressed down and opened.

"It's not okay without ham sausage!"

I had to run over and buy two ham sausages and press them on top, and they were all right.

He took out a notebook from his pocket, handed it to her, and said, "I wrote this, you point and point." ”

Yuan Quan looked at the book like a burrito and was very disgusted, so he took it and flipped through two pages casually, looking at the declarative sentence like that of a primary school student.

"Poof......

I couldn't help but laugh.

What's so funny? Chu Qing was depressed.

Seeing that she took out her small and delicate notebook, turned to the latest page, and said, "This is what I wrote today." After a pause, he added, "Don't go forward." ”

Chu Qing took it with a kind of psychology of reading, and as soon as he read two sentences, he felt that people were more dead than people, and the pen was better than the pen.

What is so strange about the latter sentence?

There was no man by her side, she was carrying such a heavy luggage, Xu was preparing to return to her hometown, Xu had just come to this vast city. Confused, tired, hungry, worried, numb, these expressions were gone, and there was only the warmth and patience of coaxing the child to sleep on her face......"

Chu Qingyile asked, "You also wrote about that eldest sister?" ”

"Hmm."

The most she said today was "um".

After a while, the noodles bubbled up, and the two of them took the ham sausage and began to do the same action, holding the two ends and twisting them vigorously, twisting the middle to a broken point, and then splitting it into two.

"Will you be back in a moment?"

"I'll go back when the rain stops."

After a pause, she took the initiative to ask for the first time: "Are you going back?" ”

"Go back."

"Back to school?"

"No, go to the Grand View Garden."

"Going to see the soldiers?"

"Hmm."