He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran dragged a heavy step out of the small building of the art troupe. The yard outside was still bustling with people, and those people still looked hopeful, looking forward to, and looking forward to it.

She felt a little chill in her hands and feet, and when she came downstairs in a daze, she stepped on a flight of stairs. She almost staggered down and was pulled by Li Sheng on the side: "Xiao Ran, look at your feet."

Song Ran came back to his senses and said, "Oh oh,"

Can Li Sheng still count her expression and reaction? She didn't dare to say: "Don't you... Haven't you been admitted?"

This is unreasonable.

Song Ran stretched out his hand and grabbed his face, sighed: "They said they wouldn't accept students at school. I didn't even get the chance to perform."

Li Sheng scratched his head: "Ah? No? What should I do?"

Song Ran squeezed the crumpled application form in his hand, and seemed determined to say: "You go back first, I'll wait for the chief examiner to come out here."

Li Sheng glanced at the team that still couldn't see his head: "When does this have to wait?"

Song Ran looked firm: "I have to wait anytime."

Li Sheng grabbed her hand: "Then I will wait with you."

Song Ran looked at her moved: "Thank you."

Li Sheng tilted his head and smiled: "I am idle anyway."

The two of them had been waiting in the yard for the end of the entrance examination. During that time, Li Sheng went to buy some buns, and the two of them ate a few bites.

From dawn until dark, until 9 o’clock in the evening, the staff under the corridor held up the headlight and said: “Okay, that’s all for today. Those who took the application form will come here at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning. Come again, it's gone..."

Song Ran, who was about to freeze, immediately came to his mind, rubbed his cold hands, stood up straight, Li Sheng sniffed, and smiled a little silly: "It's finally over."

The headlights in the yard faded with a clatter, and everyone who came to sign up was almost gone. Song Ran kept stomping his feet to keep warm.

The sound of footsteps soon came from the dim corridor. The middle-aged woman with black-rimmed glasses wrapped the big padded jacket and said to the people on the side: "Go back soon. It's too cold and the road is freezing. Pay attention to safety."

"I know the director."

The director was about to walk out of the yard, Song Ran hurriedly greeted her and called her: "Director."

Li Lan looked back and saw Song Ran with his nose flushed red standing in the cold wind. She shouted: "You little girl, why haven't you come home yet? How cold is the night? Go home and go back quickly. Home."

Song Ran brushed her tangled hair, and she looked pitiful and embarrassed. She spoke, her voice a little hoarse: "I'm waiting for you to get off work."

Li Lan frowned, a little helpless: "What are you waiting for me to do? I told you clearly that this is the rule of our art troupe. We don't accept students at school. I can't be selfish. Little girl, don't you embarrass me, okay?"

Song Ran is anxious: "The rules are dead and people are alive. I really want to be in the troupe. I really want to be an actor. I really want to stand on the stage. I am sincere and sincere. Two days and two days of fishing, you believe me, okay?"

Li Lan stared at her: "Little girl, you have also seen that there are many people applying for our art troupe. There are more than 1,000 application forms received today. You give me a reason why I have to hire you. I Why should you be admitted in an exceptional manner?"