I believe in myself too!

Jiang Xun raised his glass and touched Director Xie Jin, both of them were temperamental, and they both drank it all.

Jiang Xun poured wine for Director Xie Jin, and slowly paced in the room with a wine glass, while Director Xie Jin looked at him appreciatively, looking at the actor he personally selected.

"When the bell of Qingliang Temple rings, the pain caused by the war is silently displayed.

Because of the war, Oshima and Gouwa were separated almost forever, and Gouwa experienced all kinds of life, and most importantly, he learned kindness.

Director Xie, to be honest, looking at this book, my eyes have always been moist, that kind of kindness and forbearance of human nature......"

Jiang Xun was most impressed by the line in this book-

"That's what people do, it's a lifetime."

"Yes, but, as an actor, you have to ......" Director Xie Jin said again, and the door was pushed open.

"Xunzi, why did you preach and you never returned, the stocks we selected have risen by ...... today"

At the door, Ding Zhicheng's face was furious, Jiang Xun was embarrassed, he looked at Director Xie Jin embarrassedly, and the smile on Director Xie Jin's face froze.

"Jiang Xun, the role of Master Spiegel will be a milestone in your acting career, a monk, will he go to buy stocks?" Director Xie Jin pushed the wine bottle, and he stopped drinking the wine.

Walking to the door, he didn't look back.

"Jiang Xun, actually, you have been a mirror since the day you got the book!" In the corridor, a word that was neither light nor heavy came, leaving Jiang Xun speechless for a while.

"Xunzi, it's not the right time for me to come, I've been calling you, and you have to make up your mind on which stocks to buy......" Director Xie has a kind of deterrence, seeing that he left angrily, he knew that he had disturbed the two of them, and he might not have brought any trouble to Jiang Xun, Ding Zhicheng regretted it very much, and whispered.

"Okay, you can buy everything, buy it with your eyes closed, will you?" Jiang Xun sat on the bed, "Yes, I don't have the heart to stay, let's go back to Beiping......"

……

Ding Zhicheng closed his eyes and bought many stocks, Jiang Xun didn't know, when Yang Zhe brought these colorful papers back to Beiping, Jiang Xun was silent all the way.

The next days were originally easy days, Yang Zhe did not perform, Jiang Xun was also preparing to graduate, there was no play, no schoolwork, the years were quiet, and everything did not need to move forward with weight.

In Dongchang Hutong, in the kitchen outside the house, there was a dense sound of kitchen knives hitting the board, and Yang Zhe was making dumplings.

The dumplings with three fresh fillings are Jiang Xun's favorite food.

"Xunzi, take a handle, the dumplings are out of the pot, there is no vinegar at home, you go buy a bottle of vinegar ......" Yang Zhe shouted in the kitchen

Well, I listened to the door and watched Jiang Xun go out, but I didn't hear an echo.

In the past, he would definitely come to the kitchen, either hugging or kissing, until the dumplings were fished up, and then he went to buy vinegar.

But today is different.

"Do you know, leeks, this is Wuxin, Buddhists can't eat it." Halfway through the dumplings, Jiang Xun suddenly burst out without a head.

"Do you eat or not, mage?" Yang Zhe looked at his boyfriend and made a joke about him.

Well, Jiang Xun lowered his head......

……

Puji Temple.

Outside the suburbs of Beijing, Jiang Xun came here alone.

Speaking of this temple, it can also be related to Mr. Lao She.

Mr. Lao She's family was poor when he was young, and he was later supported by Liu Shanren's sponsorship. Later, Liu Shanren became a monk, relieved the poor with all his property, and became a well-known monk in the capital, with the name "Master Zongyue".

In the middle of the Anti-Japanese War, he died in the Puji Temple in Beiping. When the news reached the rear, Lao She, who was far away in Chongqing, immediately wrote a mourning article full of feelings.

"Without him, I probably wouldn't have been in school for the rest of my life, and without him, I might never have remembered the joy and meaning of helping others.

Did he really become a Buddha? I do not know. However, I do believe that his intentions, words and deeds are similar to those of the Buddha.

I have received the benefits of him spiritually and materially, and now I really want him to become a Buddha, and I hope that he will guide me to goodness with a Buddha heart, just as he did 25 years ago when he dragged me to a private school! ”

After a turn outside the Puji Temple, Jiang Xun returned to the city. Deep in Dongchang Hutong is a street barber shop.

It is said to be a barber shop, but in fact, it is a place on the street, a few chairs, a few aprons, a few barbers in white coats, it is a barber shop, although it is simple but it is still quite frequented by many people, and the most important thing is that the fees here are very cheap.

On a few chairs, a few old men were chatting happily.

"Young man, come, it's your turn," the barber's uncle beckoned, "Don't look at them, they're just gossiping," he looked at Jiang Xun, and the manual fader clicked, "The guy is handsome, let's say, do you want to straighten your head or split your head, two or eight points or three or seven points?" ”

"I want to get a bald haircut." Jiang Xun stared at the fader in his uncle's hand, this kind of manual fader often pinched his hair, and it hurt when he pulled it.

"Bald?" A few old men stopped talking, and they all stared at Jiang Xun.

In the eighties and nineties, shaving one's head was still not a glamorous thing. At this time, except for the shaved heads of the prisoners in the prison, there were only monks who ate fasting and recited Buddha.

"Young man, if there's anything you can't think of, tell the uncle, maybe we can give you an idea." The barber looked at Jiang Xun with pity, this young man is afraid that he will be hit by something, otherwise, who will be a good person to get a bald scoop.

"Such a handsome young man, what are you doing with a bald head, isn't that all when you go in?" An uncle looked at Jiang Xun with an incredulous expression.

"Cool." Jiang Xun threw his apron in the air, draped it on his body, and sat on the chair with righteousness.

Cut –

A few uncles let out a few nasal sounds in disdain.

"Young man, what do you do, and in which unit do you work?" An aunt with a haircut next to her looked at Jiang Xun, the young man Yushu was in the wind, elegant and handsome, with a bald haircut, what did he look like.

"I'm an actor."

Oh, a few uncles breathed a sigh of relief, that must be a performance task, to play the bad guy?

"Not yet." Jiang Xun spoke Mandarin clearly.

Hey, this young man, a few uncles hate iron but not steel, if their own kid has to kick him.

"Young man, you made yourself look like this, how unbelievable it is, what kind of actor are you still doing? Which leader who dares to use you! The barber simply picked up the razor, "Say, it's too late to regret it." ”

"Uncle, just do it," Jiang Xun looked sad.

Brush –

A wisp of green silk fell into the dust, but the uncle did not answer, and when a blue and bare head shone in the sun, the uncle said, "You look like this, even if you get on the bus, the conductor has to drive you down,

Hey, there's a hat seller over there, why don't you cover ......?"

Cut off three thousand troubles, this is empty and no worries!

Jiang Xun touched his bare bald scoop, looked at himself in the mirror, his bald head couldn't hide his handsomeness, he smiled.