When Yu Xiaohuan woke up, he found himself sleeping on the street, wearing tattered clothes, moving slightly, and his whole body was sore. She barely got up and sat down, and when the people around her saw her, they all hid away, and when the children saw her, they picked up the rotten leaves on the ground and threw them at her, giggling and laughing all over their faces.

Most of the pedestrians on the street wore coarse cloth kaftans with a long braid hanging from their backs; There are many small stalls on the side of the road, and the people who set up the stalls occasionally shout a few words, but no one comes to buy them. Yu Xiaohuan has seen such a scene over the years, anyway, it was probably the last years of the Qing Dynasty, when the people were not making a living.

Yu Xiaohuan lowered his head and smelled a foul smell on his body, and then looked at his dirty and blackened hands, he really couldn't remember how he did this, so he couldn't help but wonder: What's going on? Could it be that when I was asleep, someone else used me to play a beggar who was beaten to death?

She secretly rubbed her black hands, and found that this black thing was really not easy to rub off. She couldn't help but be secretly surprised: This makeup artist is really willing to work hard for me with such a trick, and put such a thick makeup on me, how much effort does it take? It's just that after such a big project, why didn't she have any impression at all?

That's it, she has been used to it all these years, and it is not uncommon for her to wake up and still be in the crew, or to return to reality when she wakes up, what is so strange.

Yu Xiaohuan thought about it and stood up, only to find that she was so hungry that she almost had her chest against her back.

"When can I get a boxed lunch?" Yu Xiaohuan muttered. Over the years, she has learned a little bit of skills, such as now, adding "lines" to herself while her hair covers her face and her mouth opens a gap, especially when she is playing a dead man, she can secretly pastime like this when she is tired and bored after lying down for a long time.

She stretched, and found that no one had stopped him. She tried to think about it again, but she couldn't remember anything. Her mouth opened a slit again, and she muttered, "Hey, what kind of script did I get today?" ”

She pretended to continue stretching, and then secretly spun around. This turn, it's amazing, she didn't even find the location of the crew, the whole street runs from left to right, and there is no end in sight, but she didn't find a camera, it's really strange.

Strange thoughts flashed in Yu Xiaohuan's mind, and she was quickly left behind, and she pondered: "Maybe it's a strange local tyrant director's big hand!" Since there is no script, she improvised well, acting is not a thing of understanding, she has been playing tricks for many years, although the small roles she has played cannot be said to be countless, but there are also a lot, and naturally she still has a little adaptability.

Since no one cared, Yu Xiaohuan walked around the street, but the poor thing was that everywhere she went, people within a radius of two meters would quickly dodge away, and the bad-tempered mouth would directly scold a few words, as if she was very disgusted with her!

She couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Hey, don't say that you dislike me, I also dislike me very much!" Why didn't this director give me a slightly better role, but I'm also a girl, how can I be so non-male and nondescript now? She was annoyed, and her eyes suddenly lit up, because she suddenly thought that everyone would flash away when they saw her, and wouldn't she become the focus of attention on this street?

"Wow, am I going to be the protagonist this time?" Yu Xiaohuan was suddenly shocked by what she discovered, so she immediately stopped being annoyed, regardless of whether he was really the protagonist or not, anyway, this scene is free to play, and if she is not the starring role, it is possible for her to "grab" the starring role.

Yu Xiaohuan did whatever she wanted, she began to swagger a few steps on the street, and found that no one really stopped her, so she walked up unscrupulously, and everywhere she went, everyone fled in the wilderness, as if she had seen a plague god.

Looking at the faces with disgust and horror, Yu Xiaohuan couldn't help but sigh secretly: "This year's group performances are really amazing, this one by one seems to be real, and there is no laugh!" It seems that I have to work harder, otherwise the aura of this protagonist may be snatched away by someone else in the next second. ”

Yu Xiaohuan held his hungry stomach, scared off groups of people wandering on the street, and finally walked to the end of the street, but saw a high city gate, and there were people in officer and soldier uniforms guarding the city gate motionlessly.

The corner of Yu Xiaohuan's mouth cracked, "Hey, you're really dedicated!" ”

She thought, since she wants to be the protagonist, she must at least have a bit of a protagonist halo, I wonder if she has it? She wondered, if she walked towards this gate now, and scared the guards of the gate away like she scared away the pedestrians on the street, wouldn't the protagonist's aura be bright?

Do what she wants, she raised her head and walked towards the city gate arrogantly, but unexpectedly, before she got close to the city gate, she was blocked by two big guns, and before she could react to what was going on, she was heavily overturned, and fell back several meters before stopping, and suddenly bared her teeth in pain.

"What about my protagonist's aura, why did it suddenly fail?" She couldn't help but wonder.

Before Yu Xiaohuan could get up, a bright big knife was put on her neck. Looking at the luster and thickness of this knife, it doesn't look like the inferior props you usually see!

That's too real!

"Who's coming?" One of the murderous officers and soldiers asked.

Yu Xiaohuan is not easy to mess with when he sees this person, nine times out of ten in this plot he is a villain's minion, and he suddenly shrunk into a ball, poor Baba confessed, and comforted himself in his heart and said: "The protagonist, you have to be able to bend and stretch, and endure what others can't bear, so that you can become a great weapon." Otherwise, if he died early, how could the protagonist be the protagonist? ”

Seeing that the big knife in the hands of the murderous officers and soldiers was getting lower and lower, Yu Xiaohuan only felt that her neck was cold, as if the blade had pressed against her neck, and she was so frightened that she didn't even dare to take a breath.

Seeing this, another officer and soldier immediately grabbed the fierce officer and soldier and said, "Brother, ignore him." You just transferred here and don't know that he is a little beggar with a brain problem, crazy all day long, and people on the street can't avoid him when they see him, let's just blow him away, don't touch this bad luck. ”

Yu Xiaohuan can be regarded as escaping and fled in a hurry. When he ran away, he didn't forget to whisper: "This director is really big, isn't he afraid of really killing people?" ”

Thinking of death, her heart was sad, because it reminded her of Su Xiaonian. Three years have passed, and she still can't forget the scene of opening the screen like a peacock that day.