The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine

There was no temporary extra money, and the ex-boyfriend's bloody drama of stealing the bride.

After a lot of excitement, the bride was picked up smoothly.

I have met the bride before, she is an ordinary person who lives her life.

Wang Yan also saw the bridesmaid during the process, um, that's good.

There was a pattern when I was in school, there would always be girls who were not pretty around pretty girls.

Anyway, this didn't hold true for Zhang Guang's wife.

The next day, everyone dispersed. It was too busy, so it was good to stay for three days.

There was a tacit understanding among everyone that there was no discussion on how much money to pay. It depends on the individual, and Zhang Guang can understand any amount.

Wang Yan accepted 6666's gift, but Zhang Guang didn't say anything or refuse, otherwise it would look like something was wrong. He knew that Wang Yan was not someone who pretended to be better than Canada. Looking at the money, he knew that Wang Yan was doing well.

After returning to the capital, Wang Yan resumed his previous life.

This month's fortune is indeed good, because he sold another set and raised over 100,000 yuan.

On this day, a notification from the system came unexpectedly.

"The common wish of Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo in "The Year in a Hurry": happiness."

Wang Yan had never seen "The Year in a Hurry" before, he had only heard that song.

"If you can't blush when you say goodbye, can you still blush?"

This little word is indeed quite touching.

Turn on the computer, log in as a member, search for "The Year in a Hurry" and start watching.

There were movies and TV series, and Wang Yan watched them all.

The story is very simple, it is the love-hate entanglement between Fang Hui and Chen Xun. The process was mixed with things like abortion and cheating.

After reading it, Wang Yan didn't want to say anything. Seriously, if he could refuse, he would rather not go.

Don't say anything else, just take pictures. Let’s not talk about the plot at the beginning of the film, let’s talk about the protagonist.

Nini is pretty good-looking, and everything is adequate, but she ended up looking so awesome in the photo.

The TV series was even more ridiculous, Fang Hui looked like he was about to die from the beginning to the end, as if he was crying in mourning.

Just like this, are there any gangsters who can take a fancy to it?

In Wang Yan's memory, of course there were things like abortion and boating during his student days, but it was obvious that he never thought about studying.

But this kind of thing is rare.

Maybe it’s because someone has it at home, it’s not bad from the beginning, and the parents are indulgent to their children.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have it at home, but he is just rebellious. He will do whatever his parents don't let him do.

There are sports students, art students, little elder brothers, and little elder sisters.

Doing things that they think are cool, cool, youthful and have no regrets, and they don’t waste their good years.

Serious children work quietly and study hard.

Perhaps the throbbing of adolescence, they also fall in love, some go down, some go up. But overall, they are still very sensible.

Wang Yan has never seen anyone who has learned how to love and love all day long.

Then I checked some information and was more prepared.

On Bihu, Wang Yan saw this sentence: "The sadness when looking back on the past comes from regret, not from who is worse than the other."

That's about it.

He sighed, took a sip of water, stood up and closed the curtains.

Lying on the bed, Wang Yan pulled out the system panel and clicked all the attribute points on Spirit. The Spirit attribute changed from 18 to 22.

After enjoying it, choose to go.

Blue light flashed and Wang Yan disappeared without a trace.

,,,

Wang Yan woke up again on a tree-lined road.

The information flashed through his mind, and Wang Yan understood it clearly.

September 6, 1999, Experimental Middle School in Beijing.

Wang Yan, male, 18 years old, his parents died when he was young, leaving him a house. He was taken in by an orphanage and grew up. After reaching the age of eighteen, he proposed to leave the orphanage and return home to live on his own. The old dean asked comrades in the community to help with the transfer procedures and arranged for him to move here.

Seeing the beautiful figure in white in front, Wang Yan shouted: "Hey, the one in front, wait a minute."

Seeing that she seemed not to have heard and kept walking forward, Wang Yan continued to shout: "The one in white clothes in front is talking about you."

She couldn't pretend not to hear, so she turned around and asked blankly: "What's the matter?"

Seeing that not very beautiful look back, Wang Yan didn't want to say anything. That youthful look wasn't that green either. She would have to change it in the future.

Forget it now, it doesn't match Wang's style. He's a bit uninterested in sex and can't do it, so let's wait.

"I just saw on the list that you were also transferred to Class 1, Grade 2, and so am I."

Wang Yan picked up the table and walked to her in three or two steps: "Let me help you take it. It's quite heavy."

As he said that, he stacked his desk on her desk, leaving no room for rejection.

"Take two stools and be gentle."

"Thank you, classmate."

"Farewell classmate, my name is Wang Yan, what is your name, that Yan the Master said?"

"Fang Hui."

"Which time?"

“fennel of fennel.”

"I know, I'm going to take the liberty to say, you look good with long hair."

After saying that, regardless of the way Fang Hui looked at him, he said, "Let's go."

Wang Yan walked in front holding two tables, and Fang Hui followed closely behind, dragging two chairs.

After walking for a while, I saw a group of boys running towards me on the road next to me.

"Have a rest. I see you're sweating." Wang Yan put down the table and said.

Fang Hui was also tired, so he put down his stool obediently.

His eyes shone through the leaves and onto her face. She wiped her sweat gently, blocked the sun with her hands, and raised her head to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

This appearance attracted the attention of two boys who ran over there.

This scene is deeply imprinted in their hearts and will never go away for the rest of their lives.

Just seeing the man standing next to her, Chen Xun and Qiao Ran frowned. They may think that the boy standing next to the beautiful figure in the white dress illuminated by the sun is a kind of blasphemy against beauty.

After resting for a while, Wang Yan picked up the table again: "Let's go, we'll be there soon."

The two found the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2, and separated the tables and chairs.

Wang Yan very consciously moved to the last corner by the window. He had no choice but to get used to it.

The main thing I saw was the tables and chairs in the classroom, the curriculum on the blackboard, the national flag on the wall above the blackboard, and the big red letters on both sides. I remembered the ignorant days when he used to sit at the end by the window, and his two good friends sat at the lecture table, one on the left and one on the right protecting the teacher.

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, then tidied up.

Fang Hui couldn't find a place there, so he placed it next to the podium first.

"Let's go, let's go find the teacher and get the teaching materials."

Nodding subconsciously, Fang Hui had an indescribable feeling towards this ordinary-looking classmate with deep eyes.

The feeling was that, well, he was special, but Fang Hui couldn't put it into words.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

"Come in. How about you guys? New here?" the male teacher sitting at the door said with a smile.

They have been teaching for so many years, they have practiced it, and they have a basic impression on the students.

"Thank you. I just transferred here and am in Class 1, Grade 2." Wang Yan replied politely.

A female teacher working there noticed the movement and heard Class 1, Grade 2, and said, "Come here, you two. I'm your class teacher."

When the two walked up to them, Wang Yan said, "Hello, teacher, what do you call me teacher?"

Fang Hui was startled by Wang Yan's words. She had never seen a student who came up to ask the teacher's name.

The female teacher was also stunned for a moment. She had never seen such a mature student. But when she thought about Wang Yan's information, she felt relieved. He was an orphan. It was understandable that he would be more mature.

"My name is Hou Cuiping, you can just call me Teacher Hou."

Teacher Hou then said: "I know your situation. Have you brought all the tables and chairs?"

The two nodded.

"Okay, then go to the logistics department on the first floor to find Mr. Zhang and pick up this semester's textbooks from him."

"Okay, Teacher Hou, let's go."

After speaking to Teacher Hou, Wang Yan took Fang Hui and left.

Looking at Wang Yan, who was upright and strutting, and Fang Hui, who was following step by step and taciturn. Teacher Hou shook his head: "They are all poor children."

Wang Yan and Fang Hui didn't say much from beginning to end. A man who is forty years old at heart really has nothing to say to a child who is eighteen years old mentally and physically. He still needs to be nurtured and nurtured, and he will have to adapt for a while. , look for Yong Nian.

After receiving the books, I returned to the classroom, which happened to be Teacher Hou's class.

Wang Yan shouted, "Report."

Inside, Teacher Hou motioned to come in.

Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye were having fun there. When they saw Wang Yan coming in, they were stunned for a moment.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran thought of the beauty just now, while Zhao Ye was purely curious.

Seeing Wang Yan and Fang Hui coming in with their reports, Teacher Hou said: "Put the books on the seats first. Fang Hui, sit in that seat."

As he spoke, he pointed to the second row of aisle seats by the window. He had already adjusted his seat just now.

Fang Hui walked over holding the book.

Then he said to Wang Yan, "Is it okay for you to sit at the back?"

Wang Yan smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm tall, and I'm used to it."

Teacher Hou shook his head: "Go and put the books away."

Seeing the two people putting down their books, he called them to the podium. Teacher Hou said, "Come on, let's ask the two new students to introduce themselves. Everyone is welcome."

The students applauded sparsely.

"Which of you comes first?"

Fang Hui looked at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Hui was a little nervous, hesitated and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Fang Hui, thank you all."

There was no movement down there.

Teacher Hou said: "Quick, quack, Fang Hui is a bit shy. Please help Fang Hui more in the future."

After the sparse applause passed, Wang Yan said angrily: "Wang Yan."

Everyone was still waiting for him to continue speaking, but after waiting for a while, Wang Yan didn't continue.

Teacher Hou said with a cough, "Come, let's welcome classmate Wang Yan."

After the perfunctory applause passed, Teacher Hou said: "You two, please return to your seats. Let's have class."

"Last class, we talked about..."

Although it's quite embarrassing, I still want to say it for a while.

When I wrote "The Year in a Hurry", I couldn't help but recall how brave I was back then.

I saw today that the age distribution of readers includes quite a few readers under the age of 17.

I don't know if it's the registration age or the actual age in statistics.

When you were growing up, countless people told you to study hard, and I believe they all got tired of hearing it.

But I still advise you to read less novels if you have nothing to do.

If you have the time, reading more serious books would be better than anything else.

If you really can't stand it, just write it yourself, preferably historical. Look up more information, it will be better than reading novels.

That’s all.

And there are lesbians reading my brother’s books? Very confusing.

My brother’s novels written in non-standard Mandarin, the ones I’ve read the most are actually Big Brothers from Guangdong, which is amazing.