Rebirth: I Want to Surf

It was mid-August when Yao Yuan read the file, and he had to go back to school at the end of August.

The time of more than ten days is mainly to adapt, and then to sort out ideas. He said he wanted money, but actually left two thousand yuan for Yao Xiaobo, and he had three thousand seven in his hand.

Before leaving, I had my hair cut, took a shower, bought a large shoulder bag, and replaced my sandals with sneakers.

Yao Xiaobo returned to Shencheng first. On a misty drizzle morning, his parents and aunt gathered at the broken train station on the outskirts of the city to send Yao Yuan and his uncle to the capital.

The station is pitifully small, with all temporary stops. To go to the capital, one has to take a normal express train departing from Shencheng.

The whole journey takes more than eight hours.

In a few years, the high-speed train will be opened, and it will be reduced to four hours. The high-speed train will be really fast, but in 2011, an accident that shocked the whole country happened, and the front of the train was buried on the spot...

At that time, a popular saying was born: "As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!"

Then the car started to slow down.

Inside the carriage, a familiar smell hits the face.

Crying and coaxing children, noisy chattering, smoking and drinking, both sides of the aisle are full of human legs, welcoming a creaking cart.

"Eight-treasure porridge with peanuts and melon seeds, beer and mineral water!"

"Put your legs back!"

The two of Yao Yuan were by the window, and the old uncle was drinking dried tofu brought from home, a handful of green onions, and miso in a plastic bag, with a bottle of white wine.

The old uncle is darker than Yao Xiaobo, and he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he has a bit of a temperament, and he will fight if he doesn't agree with him.

"..."

Yao Yuan smelled the smell of alcohol and dried tofu, yawned, and said, "Old man, is your performance company reliable, can you guarantee regular work? Don't just fire you after a few months."

"Reliable! My comrade-in-arms said that the boss used to belong to CCTV. It has something to do with it. They are all performing by big companies. They are either coal bosses or real estate, and what else, CCTV 3, get a bunch of people to sing... ..."

""The same song"?"

"Yep!"

The old uncle tapped his forehead, and said: "The boss knows people, and he held the thread in the middle."

At this time, a neighbor heard it, and suddenly interrupted and asked, "Isn't "The Same Song" a TV show? Why are you still dating?"

"Uh, this..."

The old man didn't know how to explain, Yao Yuan said, ""The Same Song" was originally planned by CCTV as a New Year's song show, but after it was broadcast, it became very popular and became a fixed column.

At first, I didn't think too much about it. When CCTV invites, the celebrities will come, just give me a car fee. But the show is so popular, especially when there are performances in the countryside, some local governments have thought about it. Although you have no plan to come to my place, can I spend money? Can I bring in a few more local companies to sponsor together? "

"Why?" the neighbor wondered.

""The Same Song" was aired on CCTV, the ratings were high, and the big subtitles read "The Same Song Comes to xxx", which is a big advertisement for the local government. So there are benefits in it, there are Benefits have to talk about money..."

"I understand, I understand! So someone has to match up."

The neighbor gave a thumbs up: "The young man knows a lot."

The old uncle was even more surprised: "How do you know?"

joke! My 20 years of media skills are just kidding with you!

Yao Yuan made a fool of himself and said, "Since the boss is powerful, you should work hard. You don't need to spend money usually. Save some money for Xiaobo to marry a wife."

"Yeah, I'm thinking about it too! Xiaobo is graduating soon, so why not find a partner."

The old uncle took a sip of wine and dried tofu, but he was still worried.

Yao Yuan looked at him, the old uncle had worked well for a few years, and his salary had increased, but he was fired for fighting, so he should pay more attention now.

…………

Most of the time the train is boring.

Yao Yuan squinted and woke up, woke up and squinted again, got up from time to time and walked around, finally entered the capital in the evening, and stopped at BJ station.

As the turbulent crowd walked out of the station, a puff of dust, mixed with accents from all over the world, the smell of sweat, and the breath of struggle for survival, like the air in the capital of this era, instantly enveloped his whole body.

Yao Yuan stood where he was, feeling this thing, chaotic, dilapidated, dirty, full of the smell of fireworks.

By the way, some people always said that the air in Beijing was good 20 years ago, so what a poop!

The headline on the front page of a certain issue of the "Beijing Evening News" in 1999 read: "Never let the polluted atmosphere enter the new century!"

He carried a satchel on his back and went into battle lightly. The old uncle was carrying a heavy bedroll, looking around, and suddenly ran over at a brisk pace, kicking up.

The man dodged as expected, haha.

After the two exchanged greetings for a while, Yao Yuan approached, and the old uncle introduced: "This is my comrade-in-arms, called Uncle Sun!"

"Uncle Sun!"

"This is my nephew, studying in university in the capital, it's amazing!"

"Yo, that's really nice!"

Like many people, Uncle Sun always has a feeling of envy towards students, especially college students. He looks more tactful than the old uncle, he has been around for many years, chatted enthusiastically, and then went to eat.

Yao Yuan declined, but after thinking about it, he said, "Do you have a business card, give me one."

"Oh, yes!"

Uncle Sun handed over a business card, and Yao Yuan took a look: Feiyue Cultural Performance Brokerage Company has a private phone number, and the address is Tongzhou.

"The company is in Tongzhou?"

"No, our stage set is over there, but we usually run around, so we just use it as a foothold."

"Okay, I'll write you a call, this is my number, let's contact you if you need anything."

"Okay, see you later."

Uncle Sun was quite surprised, why does this kid look like an elder?

After bidding farewell to the two, Yao Yuan took the subway, transferred to the bus, and traveled long distances back to school.

This university is quite bluffing in the Northeast, but it can only be said to be eye-catching in the capital. He majored in Chinese, and there are basically no classes in his senior year. The school is closely related to newspapers, magazines, publishing houses, TV stations, etc. There is cooperation, and there are internship places every year.

If he could, he really didn't want to waste time going there again, but he was afraid that it would affect his graduation.

In my previous life, I worked as an intern at the "Beijing Youth Daily" for almost half a year, and stayed for a while after graduation, just for the big cake: becoming a regular.

He has strong business ability and is serious about his work, but he was young and energetic, not world-savvy, and his relationship was not strong, so he was not able to stay in the end. After leaving, I went to a tabloid in the capital, then returned to Shencheng, and finally bought a house in the south, and worked for 20 years.

Yao Yuan went back to school to order a dick, and communicated with the teacher in charge of arranging the internship. He was packing his big satchel.

Paper and pens, water cups, snacks, small scissors, fruit knives, band-aids, condoms...and the most important thing, a camera from home.

After installing it, I lay on the bed in the dormitory. Several roommates were not there. Seniors each had their own busy schedules, so the relationship was just like that, neither good nor bad.

""Beijing Youth Daily"..."

Yao Yuan chanted this name, like an emotionless wool-sweeping machine, just thinking about how to squeeze some wool down.

(Thanks for the cuteness of fish...)