The first snow in 2002 came earlier than before.

Peking, Second Hospital of HD District, Department of Psychiatry.

"The Taoist smiled slightly but did not answer. He stepped out with his right foot and stepped down slowly. He raised his leg for a moment, and everyone changed their minds. They saw a footprint about an inch deep dented on the bluestone road..."

This is a clip from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in which Wang Chuyi suppresses the heroes with his iron foot.

Doctor Yang was salivating and explained vividly, which was particularly fascinating.

Huo Yunting, who was sitting in front of him, closed his eyes and listened with great concentration.

Doctor Yang's voice echoed in the old office. Huo Yunting closed his eyes and leaned quietly on his chair, neither happy nor sad.

"Bliss"

After a long time, Doctor Yang sipped the tea, and Huo Yunting slowly opened his eyes.

The young man was just over twenty, and his facial features were sharp and angular, but his eyes now had a hint of depth and twilight that did not belong to his age.

This disease is strange, and maybe he is the only one in the world who has it. As long as he hears the story, this picture will appear vividly in front of his eyes.

He had long forgotten when the disease caught him, but as time went by, the disease became more and more serious. In the past few years, it had even developed to the point where he would be involved in it unknowingly.

Otherwise, he would not have dropped out of high school and traveled to Peking to seek treatment for his illness.

Just like in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" just now, he is the Iron-footed Immortal King Chuyi, and Peng Lianhu's expression suddenly changed as he was amazed by his kung fu on his feet.

The tension and excitement in my heart, and the endless emotional changes, still linger to this day.

And this is the result of him slowly learning to control his heart after being treated by a doctor.

Otherwise, in the past, I would not be able to recover for a few days.

"Huh... Doctor Yang, I feel much better this time."

Taking a sip of hot tea, Old Man Yang said with a smile: "Yes, it seems that it is right for you to be an extra."

"The more you act in dramas, the more you will be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, and over time you will develop resistance. In a few years, you should be able to completely control your thoughts and not be affected by the story."

"Doctor Yang, I have caused you trouble these days."

Standing up, Huo Yunting gave a respectful fist-cup salute.

"Why are you so polite? It's not like you didn't get paid." Yang Guohua glanced at the fruits on the table and said with a smile.

He knew that this boy was from the Lian family, so he wasn't too surprised by this rare fist-holding ceremony.

"Anyway, thank you."

My family knows their own affairs, Yang Guohua is an expert in spiritual matters, and the registration fee is not low.

Huo Yunting, a young North drifter who earns several hundred yuan a month, cannot continue treatment for more than a year even if he sells his kidneys.

Yang Guohua was very curious about this disease and treated it as a research project, so he was given free treatment.

There was nothing he could do in return, so he could only bring some fruit every time he came to show his appreciation.

The two chatted about his condition for a while, and Yang Guohua told him some precautions and some research results, and told him that he did not need to come again in the future.

After Huo Yunting left, Yang Guohua put his feet on the table and sighed, "This is a big loss. I haven't found anything after a year of research."

"I will be in trouble if I keep treating him any longer. Let him fend for himself. Anyway, I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous."

…

The winter in Peiping is very cold. The cold wind is as sharp as a blade and makes my face hurt. Cheap down jackets cannot withstand the cold at all.

After leaving the hospital, Huo Yunting put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with his neck curled up.

We walked two streets on a familiar road, made many twists and turns, and entered a hot pot restaurant.

As soon as he walked in, the hot air hit his face, penetrated his shirt along the seam of his neck, and passed over his body. He felt much warmer at first.

"Yeah! Brother Yun is here, what can we eat?"

Facing him, a fat boy of sixteen or seventeen years old carrying a soup pot greeted him.

"Two bottles of beer, fish pot." Huo Yunting sighed as he put it into his hand.

This store used to be the place where he first worked in Peiping. He resigned a month ago in order to treat his illness and listened to Yang Guohua's advice to become an extra.

The fat man's name is Yue Longgang. I came here a few months ago and worked with him for a while. He is honest and hard-working.

Because he often came here for medical treatment, he would occasionally come here to have a meal, so the two of them became familiar with each other over time.

I found a random table and sat down. Within two minutes, Yue Longgang put two bottles of beer on the table.

"Brother, I'm a little busy today. Let's drink first. The fish fillet pot will have to wait for a while."

"It's okay, just do your work, I'm not in a hurry."

With two "pop" sounds, Huo Yunting used chopsticks to open the lid of the beer and took a big sip. After that, he felt much better.

Before the bottom of a bottle of beer was reached, a quarrel came from the box.

The hot pot restaurant is not big, with only two private rooms, both in the lobby. Not far away, Huo Yunting heard the curses and Yue Longgang's constant apologies inside.

Hearing the sound getting more and more intense, Huo Yunting stood up and walked over, taking a look through the ajar door. Four or five young men were still swearing.

Yue Longgang's eyes were red and filled with tears, and he kept bowing and apologizing.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I'm a bit busy today. I misremembered the number. I'll give you these two extra bottles of wine."

"Brother, you can't afford the money, right? Do you need it?"

"Then you'll have to pay it yourself." Yue Longgang said, feeling aggrieved.

Even though I apologized and waived the groceries, these people still refused to forgive me. The clay figurine was still very angry, let alone a young man who was in his prime.

"grass!"

"You're a very bold guy. This is the service attitude of your store, right?"

"I'm telling you, I won't pay you a penny for today's meal!"

"I can't even count, why don't you die!"

"boom!"

Kicking the door open, Huo Yunting stood at the door without saying a word, and the room suddenly became silent.

Then several pairs of eyes looked over at him.

"Yun, Brother Yun, what's wrong with you? Are you still here? You haven't resigned?"

Huo Yunting frowned and said, "Pay the bill and get out."

This group of people left a deep impression on him. This was not the first time he had ordered the wrong dish with these grandsons. He had encountered the same thing as Yue Longgang before when he was working in a hot pot restaurant.

He is from Cangzhou, Hebei, and comes from Huojiazhuang, which is famous for its boxing. Not to mention that Cangzhou is the hometown of martial arts. I dare not say that all the martial arts in the world are here, but there are some.

Having practiced martial arts since he was young, he didn't have the good temper of Yue Longgang, so he just fought back. Just as he was about to take action, these bastards turned the table over.

The final solution was that the money for a table of food would be deducted from his salary, leaving half a month of work in vain.

Not idle, he found a steel pipe that night, followed the whistle all the way to the alley, and sent several people to the hospital for a few days.

This grandson refused to change his ways, and after he was discharged from the hospital, he found a few people to block him on his way to get off work.

That night, he beat eight.

Since then, they have never been to the store again.

He resigned a month ago to work as an extra, and he met these gangsters from time to time in places like the Bayi Film and Television Base and Fengqing Garden. They all avoided him when they saw him.

"Okay brother, let's settle the bill now."

Collecting money, settling the bill, and leaving were all done in one go, without any confusion.

"Brother Yun, thank you." Yue Longgang wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Man, what are you crying for? Just clean up and get to work." After patting him on the shoulder, Huo Yunting turned around and went back to drink. At this time, the fish pot was also brought up by another waiter.

Not long after, after finishing the fish pot, drinking all the wine, and feeling quite warm, Huo Yunting stood up and walked out of the shop, while fine snowflakes fell.

The cold wind blew across Huo Yunting's skin along the gaps in his clothes, causing goosebumps all over his body. The heat from the fish pot was also blown away.

Let's run for a while.

About half an hour later, Huo Yunting, who was jogging all the way, arrived at the gate of Peking Film Studio.

Although it was already afternoon, there were still dozens of people gathered at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio.

They are all extras waiting to be picked up.

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