This actor needs more money

Chapter 1 Dreaming back to Peking

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

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

More than three hundred years ago, his name was Ding Xiu, and he studied under Ding Baiying, a descendant of Qi Jiadao. After the death of his junior brother Jin Yichuan, he and Shen Lian intercepted Zhao Jingzhong at the border of the Ming Dynasty.

After a life-and-death fight, he eliminated a group of elite Tatar cavalry and then came to this world.

This is Peiping in 2000. Now his name is Ding Xiu and he is an extra.

Two days ago, he was infected with the cold while filming a scene in which he went into the water, and he was bedridden all the time. He came here in a daze, until the two memories merged into one, and it was unclear whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

According to his memory, Ding Xiu reached for the top of his head and found a piece of twine. He pulled it down and there was a click, and a dim light bulb illuminated the ten-square-meter basement.

He takes a clear look at the environment in which he lives.

A Datong bunk built with a few plywood boards and a few benches has three seats in total, because there are two quilts next to it.

This belongs to two other roommates.

The rent at the foot of the Imperial City is expensive. This shabby basement costs 120 yuan a month. It is difficult for him to pay it as a wage earner.

Acting as an extra earns 20 yuan a day. When I'm unlucky, I can't make a living for half a month. I can't afford to eat during the off-season, let alone pay the rent.

Fortunately, if three people split it equally, the price would be forty yuan per person, which is not too high.

Lying in bed all day and night, his body couldn't hold it in any longer, and Ding Xiu wanted to go to the toilet.

The nearest toilet is a hundred meters away from the ground, and it takes ten minutes to go back and forth.

If you encounter an emergency, if you run slower, you will have to walk around before you reach the ground.

I put on my clothes and opened the door. I saw an upward stairway that was three to four meters long. It got shorter and shorter as I walked, and the top was flush with the ground. When it rains, the rainwater will pour in, causing the entire army to be flooded. This has happened many times. .

When he reached the ground, the afternoon sun stung Ding Xiu, and he had to cover his forehead with his hands.

Even though I have seen the scene in front of me countless times in my memory, it is still shocking to see it with my own eyes.

On the cement streets, sanitation workers are cleaning, cars are coming and going, adults are holding children on the roadside, children are carrying schoolbags, and there are people selling watermelons, buying steamed buns, and buying fruits, and there is a constant hawking sound.

In the voices of these people, he could hear the hope for the future, and in the eyes of these people, he could see the light.

This is a prosperous and prosperous era!

Not far away, a young man walked towards him.

He is short, has a flat head, smiles with big white teeth, and is very honest.

This is his roommate named Wang Baoqiang.

"You wake up, I brought you a steamed bun."

After taking the steamed bun from Wang Baoqiang, Ding Xiu thanked him and ate it without any objection.

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

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, but he couldn't pinpoint what was strange.

After all, we have only known each other for a short time, and we don’t spend much time together at work.

If he wasn't afraid that the rent would rise after Ding Xiu's collapse, he wouldn't have brought steamed buns.

When Ding Xiu came back from the toilet, Wang Baoqiang turned over the bed in such a mess that the bed boards were almost lifted.

"What are you doing?"

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

Ding Xiu frowned: "Will it be left outside?"

Working people like them rarely let money leave their bodies, let alone living in crowded dormitories.

For safety, some people sew pockets on their underwear.

Holding a pair of Jiefang shoes, Wang Baoqiang said excitedly: "Today's drama is about to start. It's not convenient for me to bring money. I put it in my shoes when I left in the morning, but why did it disappear?"

Thinking of something, the way he looked at Ding Xiu was wrong.

No one would bother to look through a pair of worn-out shoes, or a pair of shoes lying here and there under the bed.

There are three people in the dormitory, two of them went to work today, and only Ding Xiu stayed in the room all day.

If not him, who else?

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

"So what if I took it?"

I didn't expect that society would be so gloomy. Wang Baoqiang's worldview was about to collapse. Fortunately, he still left the buns for Ding Xiu.

"Give me my money back."

Ding Xiu shrugged, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and replied: "After spending all the money, I went to dream of Paris. Don't tell me, the girl is very handsome."

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

This bastard is so good, he’s used it all. He’s dreaming of Paris, and he hasn’t even been to it yet.

Grasping Ding Xiu's collar, Wang Baoqiang raised his hand to punch him.

Faced with this punch, Ding Xiu calmly dodged it with his head turned, and clasped his right hand on Wang Baoqiang's wrist that was grabbing his collar and gently twisted it.

At the same time, he kicked out with a low sweep.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Baoqiang fell to one knee and his left hand was locked behind his back, unable to move.

He never thought that his weak-looking roommate would turn out to be a practicing master.

Men don't like to hide their secrets.

To prevent him from being bitten when he let go, 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 you to be at this level. It's boring."

In his time, there was a saying circulating in the world that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin.

Wang Baoqiang was the first martial arts practitioner he had ever seen, and he came from Shaolin. He thought of sparring when his hands were itchy, but he turned out to be a showman.

Wang Baoqiang: "What the hell..."

At that time, Li Nianjie's Shaolin Temple was popular all over the country, and a martial arts practice was launched all over the country. Many people went to Shaolin to learn martial arts from their masters, and he was one of them.

However, what I learned there were all martial arts routines, mostly for physical fitness and performance purposes.

Although it is not practical, years of training have made his body stronger than ordinary people, and it is not difficult to beat someone of his age.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu was knocked down in one move.

Ding Xiu took off his coat and hung it on the wall nail. Ding Xiu was about to go back to sleep. Before going to sleep, he yawned and said, "I didn't get your money. Zhou Xueshan came back at noon."

Zhou Xueshan is another roommate.

Unlike the two of them, he graduated from high school. According to me, he came here during the summer vacation to experience life, and he will register when the university starts.

Being an extra in Beipiao is a hobby. If you are lucky, you will be spotted by the director and become a big star, and become a household name, just like Li Nianjie.

In front of the two of them, he had a strong sense of superiority. The only book in the dormitory, the actor's self-cultivation, was his.

"Did you see it?" Wang Baoqiang asked.

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

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

In the empty basement, the only answer for him was snoring.

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