Director, please respect yourself

Afraid that her father would be worried, Ni Ni did not stay at [Yangchun Noodle House] to continue watching the excitement. Instead, she glanced at the young man named Yang Hao again, and she separated from the crowded crowd and went out.

The street at this time was much livelier than before. Many young lovers wearing Nortel uniforms were strolling hand in hand in this not-so-wide alley.

Check out the barbecue restaurant, look at the beauty shop, come across a bookstall, and even squat down and use the street lights to see if the stall owner has some books that are not suitable for children...

Some young lovers will stop directly when they are in a romantic spot and kiss mouth to mouth for a moment, without caring about the crowds coming and going in the alley.

It’s better to go to Beijing Film Academy!

At least when it comes to falling in love, Beijing Film Academy doesn't care much about it. Unlike Nanguang College, the college leaders always emphasize that it is understandable for young people to fall in love, but I suggest that you start talking about it after you enter society. The main purpose of being in school now is to study!

Ni Ni, who shook her head and sighed as she walked, soon left the alley.

At the entrance of the alley, Ni Ni stood still and looked around. Should she take the bus or take a taxi directly back to the hotel?

In the middle of a conflict, I suddenly saw a familiar figure standing on the side of the road.

"Teacher Chang..."

Chang Jihong, Ni Ni recognized her. Before 8 p.m., she handed her a business card at Yangchun Noodle House and said to contact her if she wanted to enter the entertainment industry in the future.

Since there was no suffix after the name [Chang Jihong] on the business card, such as general manager, director, chairman, etc., Ni Ni called her teacher.

When you go out and meet people from the entertainment industry, there is nothing wrong with calling her teacher!

"Oh... Nini?"

It was obvious that Chang Jihong had a good memory. When he turned around and saw Ni Ni, he immediately called out her name.

"Teacher Chang, why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for someone." Chang Jihong smiled.

"Nini..."

"Um?"

"You were also at [Yangchun Noodle House] just now. What do you think of what happened inside?"

"Well…"

Ni Ni, who was not fully prepared and thought of coming over to say hello and then leaving in the car, did not expect Chang Jihong to ask herself this question.

"It's okay, Ni Ni, just say whatever comes to your mind?" Chang Jihong had an encouraging smile on his face.

"Um…"

Ni Ni thought for a moment and then said seriously: "Teacher Chang, I feel so pitiful about that young man. He got such a strange disease at such a young age. I wonder if it can be cured with current medical methods?"

"Ha ha…"

Chang Jihong laughed when he heard this.

"What's wrong, Teacher Chang, am I right?" Ni Ni was confused.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just think you should go back."

After saying this, Chang Jihong stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi on the side of the road for Ni Ni.

However, when Ni Ni got into the taxi and fastened her seat belt, Chang Jihong still leaned against the passenger window and whispered to her: "Nini, do you like reading online novels?

There is a very popular online novel called "The First Chaos in History" on the Qidian website. The author is Zhang Xiaohua. I recommend you go and read it. "

………

[October 1, 2009, National Day, sunny

It's been the eighth day since I traveled back in time. From the initial confusion, to the guilt, to now the joy... the mental journey has been so difficult that it's really unimaginable.

Of course, you can figure it out if you think hard. Since you can't resist the destiny, you have to accept it bravely.

Not bad. This body is very young. He is only in his early 20s this year. He is a student at Nortel. He is tall and good-looking, and his name is also Yang Hao.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why he can successfully penetrate his soul into this body.

According to Yang Hao's classmates, he was hit by a car on the way to see his girlfriend, and his head hit the curb hard. Then he left and came here on his own.

As for how he died in the beautiful country?

I still haven’t figured it out yet. Perhaps it was because Elon Musk’s neurosensor company made some kind of mistake during the operation. He died directly on the operating table. He didn’t even suffer from the side effects of the computer chip transplanted into his brain. If you have the opportunity to experience it, for example, take a wooden stick and poke the exhaust pipe of a car on the street...

However, when it comes to side effects, one thing comes to mind. That is, on the afternoon after I passed away, I left the hospital and returned to school. I saw a yellow dog on the playground of the film school and couldn't help but want to race with it...

No matter how hard I tried to suppress that kind of crazy thought, I couldn't control it. Even if I tried to divert my attention by "appreciating" the beautiful woman, it didn't have any effect.

Of course, this may also be some kind of mutation in the body after the head injury, because when it was in the hospital, this body had a brain CT. Except for a little congestion in the brain, everything was normal...]

Like his previous life, Yang Hao, who is several decades younger, still maintains the habit of writing a diary every day.

At 9:45 p.m., after the last wave of "guests" in Yangchun Noodle House left, Yang Hao locked himself in the storage room next to the kitchen, locked it from inside, then took out his paper and pen, and sat down. Write what happened today on the mat, and then write down your own feelings.

[At present, there are still a few things that are not clear.

1. Who is Yang Hao’s girlfriend? How far has their relationship progressed now? I asked several classmates in Yang Hao's class about this, but no one knew about it.

Second, Yang Hao’s master is Song Chuangchang, a well-known screenwriter in the industry. Currently, as the screenwriter of the TV series "Mobile Phone", he is filming with the team in Cuandixia Village, Zhaitang Town, Mentougou.

And I haven't met Song Kuanchang yet, and I don't know if I can adapt to it when they officially meet. You must know that in the previous life, he and Song Kuanchan were very good buddies. Every time after drinking, the two of them would sit together and yell at the sky, the ground, and the air. Well, there was also Song Dandan.

But in this life, he became a master and a disciple.

Who the hell am I supposed to talk to to reason with this?

Third, a week ago, I was a 68-year-old bastard. Since my 90-year-old father lived with his sister, he basically fed himself and the whole family was not hungry.

But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, I would have a father who is only 46 years old this year, and he also owns a noodle shop called Yangchun Noodles...]

"Dangdangdang..."

As soon as he wrote this in his diary, Yang Hao heard a knock on the door.

"Haozi..."

"Um?"

"What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing? I just want to find something."

Yang Hao replied casually, while taking out a lighter from his pocket, lighting the piece of paper on which he wrote his "diary", throwing it on the ground, watching it burn to ashes, and then walked over to open the door.

"what happened?

Why does it smell like paste? "

Yang Chun glanced at the tall son in front of him, then tilted his head and looked into the storage room.

"I burned the love letter a girl wrote to me after I read it once."

In this regard, Yang Hao calmly explained.

"Haha..., not bad."

Yang Chun looked at the ashes on the ground, and then punched Yang Hao. He no longer looked like he was crying in front of everyone.

"Sure enough, he is my son, Lao Yang. In terms of attracting girls, he is the same as me back then."

"Well... you should tell me first, how much money did we make today?" Yang Hao interrupted Yang Chun in time to avoid bragging further and further.

"500 bowls. From morning to now, we have sold a total of 500 bowls of Yangchun noodles and big meat noodles. The turnover exceeds 8,000 and the profit exceeds 3,500. If we continue like this, within a month, the net profit of our small store will exceed One hundred thousand..., eh, eh, eh..., Haozi, why are you going?"

"Go home and sleep. You can look after the store here. Oh, by the way, remember to close the doors and windows." Yang Hao, who had already walked quickly to the street, raised his right hand and shook it in the air.