In the dark and damp basement, in the corner of the big shop, Ding Xiu opened his eyes.

One day and one night, he finally digested the memories of this body for twenty years.

More than 300 years ago, his name was Ding Xiu, and he was taught by Ding Baiying, the descendant of Qi's sword, and after the death of his younger brother Jin Yichuan, he and Shen Lian intercepted Zhao Jingzhong on the border of the Ming Dynasty.

After a life-and-death battle, he eliminated a team of elite Tartar cavalry and came to this world.

This is Beiping in 2000, and now he is also called Ding Xiu, and he is an extra.

Two days ago, he was infected with a wind chill while filming a scene in the water, and he was sick in bed all the time, and he came in a daze, until the two memories merged into one, and he couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or Butterfly Mengzhuang Zhou.

According to his memory, Ding Xiu reached out and touched the top of his head, found a twine, pulled it down, and with a click, the dim light bulb illuminated the ten-square-meter basement.

He sees his environment clearly.

A few plywood and a few benches to build a large bunk, plus I have a total of three positions, because there are two quilts next to it.

This is for the other two roommates.

The rent at the foot of the imperial city is expensive, and this broken basement costs 120 yuan a month, and it is difficult for him to pay it alone.

The group performers work for twenty yuan a day, and when they are unlucky, they don't live for half a month, and they can't afford to eat in the off-season, let alone pay the rent.

Fortunately, the three people spread it evenly and forty yuan per person, which is not high.

Lying in bed for a day and a night, his body couldn't hold back, and Ding Xiu wanted to go to the toilet.

The nearest toilet is 100 meters above the ground, and it takes 10 minutes to get back and forth.

In case of emergencies, if you run slower, you have to walk around before you reach the ground.

When I opened the door with my clothes on, there was an upward staircase aisle three or four meters long, and the lower and lower it was, the top was level with the ground, and when it rained, the rain would pour in, causing a situation of flooding the three armies, which has happened many times.

When he came to the ground, the afternoon sun stabbed Ding Xiu and he had to cover his forehead with his hand.

Even if I have seen the scene in front of me countless times in my memory, I still feel shocked to see it with my own eyes.

On the cement streets, sanitation workers are cleaning, cars are coming and going, adults on the roadside are holding children, children are carrying school bags, selling watermelons, buying buns, buying fruits, and the sound of selling is endless.

In the voices of these people, he heard the hope for the future, and in the eyes of these people, he saw the light.

It's a vibrant and prosperous age!

Not far away, a young man walked towards him.

He is short, flat-headed, and has big white teeth when he laughs, and is very honest.

This is his roommate, named Wang Baoqiang.

"You're awake, I've brought you a steamed bun."

After taking Wang Baoqiang's steamed buns, Ding Xiu thanked him and ate them without disgust.

In my memory, I have known each other for a month, this little brother eats steamed buns every day, drinks tap water when he is thirsty, and brings old and ill-fitting clothes from home, and sews and mends them when they are broken.

Eating steamed buns, Ding Xiu walked to the public toilet.

Looking at Ding Xiu's back, Wang Baoqiang felt that he was a little strange today, and he couldn't say where the specific strangeness was.

After all, we haven't known each other for a long time, and we don't usually have much time to work together.

If it weren't for the fear that the rent would rise after Ding Xiu fell, he wouldn't have brought steamed buns.

……

Ding Xiu came back from the toilet, Wang Baoqiang turned the bed into a mess, and the bed board was about to be lifted.

"What are you doing here?"

"My money is gone." Wang Baoqiang was very anxious: "The family just sent 400 yuan yesterday. ”

Ding Xiu pressed his brows: "Will it be lost outside?"

Part-time workers like them rarely let money go, let alone a dormitory with a lot of people.

For safety, there are also people who sew pockets in their underwear.

Carrying a pair of liberation shoes, Wang Baoqiang said excitedly: "Today's play is going into the water, it is inconvenient for me to bring money, and when I leave in the morning, I put it in my shoes, why is it gone."

Thinking of something, he looked at Ding Xiu with the wrong eyes.

No one will be idle and have nothing to do to turn over a pair of broken shoes, or shoes under the bed.

There are three people in the dormitory, and two people are working today, and only Ding Xiu stays in the house all day.

Who else is not him?

The young man couldn't hide something on his face, and Ding Xiu knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression.

"What if I took it?"

I didn't expect the society to be dark like this, Wang Baoqiang's worldview was about to collapse, and he still left steamed buns for Ding Xiu.

"Pay me back."

Ding Xiu shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he tasted back: "The flowers are over, the dream of going to Paris, don't say, the girl is very moist." ”

Wang Baoqiang gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, the four hundred yuan was scraped together by his family, and it was his living expenses for the next six months, and he was usually reluctant to use it.

This bastard is good, he used it all, he dreamed of Paris, and he hadn't been there yet.

Grabbing Ding Xiu's collar, Wang Baoqiang raised his hand to give him a punch.

In the face of this punch, Ding Xiu turned his head unhurriedly to dodge, and twisted his right hand lightly on Wang Baoqiang's wrist that grabbed his collar.

At the same time, a low kick kick was made.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Baoqiang landed on one knee, and his left hand was buckled behind him and could not move.

He didn't expect that the roommate with a weak appearance would be a practitioner.

Men don't want to hide deeply.

To prevent letting go and being bitten, Ding Xiu pushed Wang Baoqiang forward, took two steps back, and said: "I heard that you have practiced in Shaolin for six years, but I didn't expect it to be at this level, it's boring." ”

In his time, there was a saying in the rivers and lakes that the world's martial arts came out of Shaolin.

Wang Baoqiang is the first person he has ever seen who practices martial arts, and he came out of Shaolin, and he had the idea of learning when his hands were itchy, and the result was a showcase.

Wang Baoqiang: "I'm ......"

At that time, Li Nianjie's Shaolin Temple was popular all over the country, and a wave of martial arts was set off all over the country, and many people went to Shaolin to learn martial arts, and he was also one of them.

However, all the martial arts routines learned in it are used for physical fitness and performance.

Although it is not combat-oriented, the perennial training has made his body stronger than ordinary people, and it is not difficult to beat a peer.

Unexpectedly, he was put down by Ding Xiu in one move.

Taking off his coat and hanging it on the nail on the wall, Ding Xiu was about to go back to sleep, and yawned before going to bed: "I didn't take your money, Zhou Xueshan came back at noon." ”

Zhou Xueshan is another roommate.

Unlike the two, he graduated from high school in his third year, and according to me, he came to experience life during the summer vacation, and he had to report when the university started.

Beipiao is a hobby to be an extra, and if he is lucky, he is favored by the director as a big star and is a household name, just like Li Nianjie.

In front of the two, he has a strong sense of superiority, the only book in the dormitory, and the actor's self-cultivation is his.

"You see?" Wang Baoqiang asked.

Ding Xiu is a master and should disdain to lie, and Zhou Xueshan is a college student and should not steal his money.

For a while, he didn't know whether to believe Ding Xiu's words or not.

The basement was empty, and all he could answer was the sound of snoring.