Dawn at four or five o'clock is the most peaceful time of the day.

The sky was about to get dark, but the street lights were turned off on time, and a cold blue appeared on the horizon, as if the lens had not been wiped clean, holding down all life.

Guan Chen carried the plastic bag and yawned from a lack of sleep. He still had not forgotten the brightly lit and majestic capital city. Looking at the sneaky illegal immigrant gathering area in front of him, he felt that he had changed from a

The dream fell into another dream.

If we say that Changping Cinema is the only place where people can die from excitement like a dream.

Then the place in front of you is the other extreme. There are no illusions or illusions of overnight fame, only real strength for survival.

Looking up, you can see lights on in some houses, and you can hear the sound of water flowing through water pipes. Some of them, as the first people to wake up in the city, are getting ready to start the day's work.

According to the information of the trash boy, some people's visas have expired and they are staying illegally; some others came here illegally, formed families, and took root here, unable to speak Chinese for the rest of their lives.

The rubbish boy once had doubts. When he brought the police to identify Guan Chen and awarded him a certificate of bravery and a reward, the surrounding residents didn't seem to be very afraid when they saw the police. Seeing that Guan Chen had many books at home, the rubbish boy thought he could answer the question.

this problem.

Guan Chen combined the experience of his previous life and gave him an example. He said that there is a type of people in society who use fake IDs, fake identities, and fake names. Some underworld societies often accept these people because they don't have to pay.

With five insurances and one housing fund, you don’t have to be responsible if anything happens, and no one even cares if you go missing. It’s very useful.

The garbage boy immediately understood: "A large number of illegal immigrants have created wealth, provided cheap labor, and have no social security burden. If something goes wrong, there will be no pressure from public opinion. This puts them in the ambiguous zone of identity and is the easiest to plunder."

Demographic dividend." He also said that Guan Chen deserves to be a college student, and the examples he gave were easy to understand and vivid.

Guan Chen nodded and said, yes, that’s what it means.

Later, the trash boy asked Guan Chen: "Brother, why do you live here?"

At that time, Guan Chen couldn't explain, so he rushed to study and study. But he always wondered in his heart why his predecessor came here. Even if he was quarreling with his family, why did he choose this place?

Although Guan Chen didn't see anything he was interested in during his trip to the capital, he did get some information about his predecessor from foreigners, so he didn't gain anything at all.

Walking into the corridor, it was dark and dim. The light bulb was covered with a thick layer of dust and almost melted into the wall. When I pressed the button, it was still broken. After so many days, no one has repaired it. It seemed that everyone

Forgot this light bulb.

The wooden corridors make a squeaking sound when you step on them. The already very narrow corridors are fully utilized, with children's bicycles and adults' discarded items placed there.

There are words and graffiti written in various languages ​​on the wall. Judging from the shape, they should be some obscenities.

This is almost a small society isolated on the edge of the magic city.

[I am actually very worried about hearing the news of your death one day... You have always locked yourself in the room. Although you read a lot of books, imitate movie clips, and control your expressions very accurately, you are a person who only focuses on yourself.

You can’t become a good actor. Acting is more like a shell for you to hide in.】

The words of the foreigner he met last night made Guan Chen understand a little bit why his predecessor came here.

It turns out that he is also [escape].

Move to this illegal immigrant gathering place, hide in books, hide in performances, like a spring that keeps pressing down, digesting the pain silently.

Guan Chen knew that it was a completely opposite way of escaping from his previous life.

In his previous life, he broke the rules, defied order, and hoped to destroy himself through external forces. But in his previous life, he kept everything in his heart and escaped into obscurity and remained silent.

Like...

Just like the difference between Wu Ze at night and Wu Ze during the day.

"Tsk." Guan Chen clucked his tongue, very dissatisfied with his metaphor.

Not because the metaphor was appropriate or inappropriate, but because he remembered the conversation he had with the foreigner last night.

He said that he might not continue acting in the future, and he pretended not to care about the results of the audition, but the foreigner refuted it with facts, which made Guan Chen very unhappy.

As a villain, it is a shameful thing to have your subconscious truth revealed. In movies, such a villain usually screams with anger, kills a few people to vent his anger, and blows up a few houses to shut down the protagonist.

Mouth.

However, Guan Chen was speechless and stared blankly, unable to say anything. In the end, he could only stand up in anger and asked the other party to get out of the way, saying that he had to catch a plane.

Looking back on his performance now, Guan Chen felt that it was simply abnormal. He usually told lies easily, and his psychological quality was so good that he had endless fun fighting wits with the police. Even if he was in trouble, he could punch the foreigner and give him a blow.

I learned a lesson, but I actually ran away in the end. I ran away! What a failure!

But now he uses the psychology of his predecessor to figure out Wu Ze during the day, which proves that he still misses the role of Wu Ze. It is almost as if he has been exposed to the truth by a foreigner.

This is not possible.

"I should have said something at that time..." Guan Chen squatted on the steps of the corridor, grabbing his hair depressedly. It was quite like someone who had never quarreled and was trying his best to review the situation afterwards.

A Spanish aunt came out and saw Guan Chen squatting in the middle of the stairs. She was stared at by those devil-like eyes and was so frightened that she sat down on the ground and started chattering in her native language.

Guan Chen reacted, quickly controlled his expression and murderous aura, put his hand into his pocket, and wanted to prove that he was a good person.

As a result, the blood-red half-mask fell out of his pocket.

When the aunt saw it, she screamed in agony. The scream was extremely shrill, and then she ran back to the house on the ground. Such a loud noise passed through the ineffective soundproof wall, and people in the entire corridor woke up one after another, thinking that something had happened.

.

Guan Chen quickly fled back to his house.

Fortunately, he had eaten breakfast at the airport and didn't need to go out later.

Guan Chen opened a can of milk, drank it, and started packing his luggage.

First, hang the lucky shirt back on the hanger. Although it didn't work this time, you can give it another chance to see the effect.

Then he took out two scripts. One was "Police Story", and the other was forced on him by the crying foreigner before he left last night.

Guan Chen put the second script in the gap of the bookcase and did not plan to read it. Who knows when he will see that person next time, there may be no next time. According to the progress of his reading, he will read it again.

It was several years before I got to the script.

Put the pen and paper notebook back on the table.

Finally, Guan Chen looked at the half of the mask in his hand and prepared to put it into a garbage bag and let the garbage boy throw it away later.

But stroking the smooth material of the mask, he thought for a while and put the mask on the table.

Guan Chen snorted coldly and warned the mask: "Don't be proud, I just want to leave a souvenir, don't be presumptuous and think too much."

Mask did not refute. He felt guilty as if he had been told something that was on his mind.

Satisfied, Guan Chen crumpled the garbage bag into a ball and kept it. He got up and went to wash up. After confirming that the corridor was safe, he placed the garbage bag at the door and then went back to bed peacefully.

…

Guan Chen slept until noon.

He was woken up by a knock on the door.

Guan Chen pretended to be dead, covered his head with a quilt, and continued to sleep. Today was Sunday, and it would be difficult for anyone to come to him.

As a result, someone kept knocking on the door quietly, every minute, like a cell phone alarm, causing Guan Chen to be woken up every time he was about to fall asleep.

Guan Chen couldn't stand it anymore, picked up the pen, stood up and opened the door.

"who?"

"Me." The person outside the door said, then put his mouth into the crack of the door and whispered: "Thank you Jinzhu."

[Why do you speak so quietly? Do you think you are some big star and are you afraid of being watched?] Guan Chen complained while opening the door.

Xie Jinzhu, wearing sunglasses, was standing outside the door.

Last time I analyzed the script at Xing Yan's house, it was Xie Jinzhu who drove Guan Chen home that night, so now that Xie Jinzhu came to visit, Guan Chen wasn't too surprised.

After Guan Chen confirmed that Xie Jinzhu came alone, he turned around and went back to bed and continued to sleep.

"how do you feel?"

"Why do everyone like to ask me how I am?" Guan Chen was very speechless. He resisted answering this question because he didn't know which words to say would make people catch him saying something different.

"I'm asking you how you sleep now that you arrived at four in the morning." Xie Jinzhu looked at Guan Chen in confusion, with a very innocent expression.

"..." Guan Chen turned over, put on his coat, slid out of bed, leaned on the mattress and said, "It's okay."

Xie Jinzhu noticed the script and mask on the table, picked up the mask and asked: "What is this?"

"It was used during the audition. Warehouse scene." Guan Chen replied.

"Isn't it difficult to act with a mask on?" Xie Jinzhu feels that it is quite difficult to act with only one pair of eyes.

"It's okay." Guan Chen felt that it was quite easy to act with only one pair of eyes.

Xie Jinzhu put the mask on his face and pretended to comment: "This is what gangsters need. We who work in the underworld never hide our heads and tail."

Guan Chen glanced at him doubtfully, not knowing what this man was up to and suddenly saying something stupid.

Xie Jinzhu put down his mask, picked up the "Police Story" script, and reminded Guan Chen: "This script is of no use anymore. Don't spend too much time here anymore."

"Oh." Guan Chen paused heavily when he heard Xie Jinzhu said that the script was useless.

Although he said that he had finished the audition and showed everything he had prepared, and he had no regrets.

However, he felt that he could play Wu Ze better.

For example, if he becomes stronger, his movements can be more aggressive in fighting.
To be continued...