The outside of the new street under construction is a bit quiet, opposite to the lively bar.

The workers had already gotten off work before six o'clock, leaving only the music that occasionally floated out of the bar and the pedestrians who could count them with one hand.

However, the kilowatt searchlight on the construction site illuminates the surroundings very brightly, and the overall feeling is not scary.

But among the only pedestrians, Zhao Cheng did not find the boss's figure, but instead saw the strange mask man who was on the same table with the boss just now.

He was leaning his back against the decorative statue not far ahead, looking back from time to time.

After seeing Zhao Cheng coming out, the man with mask immediately stood up and waved to Zhao Cheng, signaling him to come over.

Zhao Cheng turned around suspiciously and looked behind him and left and right. He found that there was no one else, so he was sure that he was calling him.

"Hello, may I ask...ah! You are Teacher Chen!" Zhao Cheng suddenly recognized these eyes with heavy dark circles.

"Speak quietly! Are you afraid that others don't know it's me?" Chen Nanhao quickly raised his index finger and made a booing move through the mask.

Zhao Cheng nodded quickly.

Chen Nanhao pulled him to the side and said, "Why are you here to work? Students who have passed the re-examination will go to the interview tomorrow morning. Can you hurry up?"

"Teacher Chen, thank you for your concern. I received a notice from the school, but I don't plan to go to Huayin anymore. Because I want to be an actor, I will go to the Capital Film Academy for the exam in two days, so I came here to work." Zhao Cheng said.

Chen Nanhao was not too surprised when he heard his words, but just kept silent for two seconds and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

The answer is naturally Zhao Cheng nodded firmly.

Chen Nanhao said unwillingly: "As far as I know, there are more than 4,500 students applying for the "Shoudian" performance department this year, but they will only admit 61 people in the end, and the elimination rate is 98%, which is many times more difficult than taking the "Huayin". Do you really decide to give up the 211 school you have obtained and bet on an uncertain future?"

In fact, on the day of the re-examination, Chen Nanhao saw that Zhao Cheng was not very enthusiastic about the Huaxia Conservatory of Music.

But as a musician, he still couldn't help but want to save this good seedling.

"I have figured it out. If I don't try it at the 'Shoudian', I will regret it in the future. By the way, are you friends with the bar owner?" Avoiding the enthusiastic Chen Nanhao to persuade him again, Zhao Cheng deliberately took the topic away.

"That's right." Chen Nanhao said helplessly.

"When he first opened the store a few years ago, the store was only twenty square meters, and I haven't become popular yet."

"He didn't have the money to hire a singer, so he went on stage to sing. I happened to listen to it on the spot, so I commented on him a few words, and I got into a chat after a while. Because the chat was quite pleasant, I became a regular here."

Zhao Cheng thought for a while and said in a guessing tone: "I almost couldn't do this job just now. Did you help me speak in front of my boss?"

Chen Nanhao waved his hand indifferently: "I recognize you, and I heard you sing a complete song."

"I see how he looks, and I am quite satisfied with you, because you happened to sing rock music. After I knew what you were arguing, I said casually, "You have good potential."

"He thought about it for a few seconds and walked over to rescue the situation."

"Actually, it's just an auxiliary function. The main reason is that if your strength meets his psychological expectations, he will take action." Chen Nanhao said lightly.

While helping others, you will not cause psychological burdens on others.

In this big dye vat in the entertainment industry, Chen Nanhao is willing to help others for free, which is considered a clear stream.

A penny stumps the hero.

Even Zhao Cheng, who has the secrets of the future, is the same, so Chen Nanhao really helped him now.

"Teacher Chen, I owe you a favor. If you need help in the future, you can call me at any time, as long as I can do it." Zhao Cheng replied seriously. Repaying kindness has always been his life code.

"Your words are very strong in the world. It's just a small matter. There's nothing to owe. Okay, I have something to leave first. I hope your dream will come true."

After saying that, Chen Nanhao waved goodbye to him.

Zhao Cheng looked at his far away back and thought, and only after a long time had he opened his mobile phone calendar and tried to recall the specific days when Chen Nanhao had happened in his mind.

Finally, in the memories of absurdity, it was frozen in the last week of November.

......

Inside the Capital Library.

The evening sun shines through the frosted glass of the windows and sprinkles on rows of clean tables and chairs.

Zhao Cheng sat in this warmest but most deserted corner, and read the reference book "Respect for Performing Arts" with relish.

The author of this book is very good. He has more than 60 years of acting and teaching experience.

Tell readers how to start from the details of life, train their body, voice, language, and analyze roles, etc., and then become excellent actors through strict scientific training.

Before Zhao Cheng was reborn, he was a person who didn’t like to read.

It can be said that apart from comics, music scores and lines, he cannot read other text books.

Even if you force yourself to continue reading, you will feel a drowsy and boring feeling, let alone reading such reference books.

But the leisure time to read books is mainly due to the relaxed working hours.

However, ease is temporary.

Because Zhao Cheng's solos were performed on Tuesdays and Wednesdays these two days, the singers on the weekends had to rehearse at least half a day in advance. According to his understanding of Zhong Heng, finding faults and picking tricks are indispensable.

Zhao Cheng put the book back on the bookshelf and walked towards the exit of the library.

"Hello, please help me check where "Respect the Performing Arts" is?"

When he walked to the door, Zhao Cheng suddenly heard a familiar voice. When he turned around, he found that Jian Xinlan was holding a stack of books that were almost as high as her neck. He stood at the librarian's desk with sweat on his head and asked.

The librarian is an elderly man. He looked up at Jian Xinlan and then said slowly: "Wait."

After saying that, continue to use slow movements to open the computer's library search system.

Zhao Cheng felt that relying on the old man's keyboard technology that frequently presses the pinyin incorrectly, it is probably the year of the monkey and horse month after he typed the complete book title.

"Respect for the Performing Arts" is on the bookshelf No. 19, 6th, the 11th book."

Jian Xinlan's eyes kept staring at the pile of books that would fall out at any time in her arms. When she heard someone's answer, she subconsciously glanced at the old man, but when she thought about it, she felt that the voice was very young, she noticed Zhao Cheng next to her.

"Oh...thank you." Jian Xinlan said, who reacted.

In fact, Zhao Cheng is not used to his old friend's alienated tone, but he has no choice.

"I should thank you. If you didn't let the sound engineer play the accompaniment that night, maybe I would rush up and beat Zhong Heng."

Jian Xinlan was confused at first, then thought of something and tentatively said: "Are you a new singer?"
Chapter completed!