Chapter 62: A Salted Fish with Dreams



I was really feeling uncomfortable and angry. I was about to say something back when I looked up and saw the poster on the wall, a pure black Lamborghini.

Another breath was released.

Thinking of the boasts I made in the past, all I can do now is smile bitterly.

Forget about a Lamborghini, he can't even afford an eight-hand Alto.

Looking at him sitting on the small stool, she didn't know what she was thinking about. Her eyes gradually turned red and she pouted.

His emotions softened a bit, but his tone was still hard.

"Don't be bored, come up and warm my feet. They are cold."

He worked even harder.

All kinds of dirty and tiring work, no matter what role, dead people, eunuchs, kneeling and kowtowing...

As long as you pay, you can act.

Treat the group leader as your father.

After finishing one film set during the day, I go to another at night, and often fall asleep while eating.

And she...

I stopped being an extra, bought a small cart and started setting up a stall.

We sell hot dry noodles and eight-treasure porridge in the morning.

Selling boxed lunches at noon.

Rest at night.

The relationship between the two became increasingly cold.

But he failed in love but succeeded in business.

With good quality and low prices, her small food stall became unexpectedly popular and the amount in her savings increased.

As she grew older day by day, the smile on her face and the sense of security in her heart grew stronger day by day.

She had made up her mind: once she had saved up 200,000 yuan, she would get married, return to her hometown, and have a grand wedding.

With this 200,000 yuan as a foundation, what can't you do?

Do you have to be exhausted like a dead dog every day and just play a supporting role?

Finally one day, she saved enough.

She found him with her bank card.

They have been separated for a long time.

He lives on the sofa in the Internet cafe.

"Let's get married."

"This is the money I saved, 200,000 yuan, which will be your betrothal gift. Take it and tell my parents."

"But I have a condition. Come home with me and start a small business peacefully? Don't even think about becoming famous through acting, okay?"

"Give up, you're just a bit-part actor, and you'll be a bit-part actor for the rest of your life!"

"Lu Hao, let's go, let's go, okay? I'm really not that cut out for this..."

This time, he remained silent.

Like a stubborn stone in a pit, smelly and hard.

Gradually, his eyes turned red.

He moved his lips, trying to say those three words, but no sound came out. His throat felt like it was blocked by red-hot iron.

He clenched his fists and turned away.

With his head lowered and his back looking lonely, he looks just like a dog.

He burst into tears in the dark street.

He hated himself for being such a weakling.

Do you have to use a woman’s money even for marriage?

Does that ridiculous dignity really exist?

What exactly is a dream?

He met Huangmao who was drinking at a roadside stall.

The drunk Huangmao told him the story of the hand that had hit the movie actor.

Huangmao is also about to leave this sad place.

He seemed to understand something and ran home frantically.

Even if there is no love, at least you can have a stable life.

But when he ran halfway, he saw the gate of the film and television city and gradually stopped, and walked towards it as if he had lost his soul.

Sit down.

He didn't go back all night.

It rained heavily that night.

Du Yue left.

Huangmao also left.

He became increasingly silent, shuttling between various film crews during the day and lying in bed in a daze at night.

He tore down the Lamborghini poster and replaced it with a photo of the best actor.

"When you're old, the film industry will be mine!"

He often raised three fingers and made a shooting gesture towards the poster, looking almost crazy.

However, not every inspirational story has a happy ending.

He is still a supporting role.

It's another New Year.

He has no home and no relatives. He works part-time as a network administrator in an Internet cafe, eating noodles and drinking beer.

Watch movies on the computer, learn acting skills, and practice lines.

Before I knew it... I was in tears.

Is it worth it?

Is it really worth it?

That classic line was playing on the computer screen.

——"If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between living and being a salted fish?"

However, if people have unrealistic dreams, they will become more useless than salted fish.

People are most afraid of not being worthy of their ambitions and wasting their previous efforts.

At this time.

The door of the Internet cafe was pushed open.

A dusty young man, carrying a big bag, with a green and immature face, but his eyes sparkled with ambition and light, just like when he first came to Hengdian.

"Boss, open a machine for the whole night."

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