Rebirth Enchanted Xiangjiang

"Xiao Li, don't read the book. You've taken the test twice and you can't pass it. It's time to go to work.

"Leave her alone, let her see, and see what flowers she can see."

"What does it mean to leave her alone? Who cares about my girl?"

"You care about it. It took year after year for the test, what did you get?"

"Hey, why are you angry with me..."

Seeing his parents quarreling again, Gong Li irritably buckled down the book and grabbed the canvas bag on the table, rushing out of the house with red and swollen eyes.

Riding a bicycle to the part-time job unit, and putting the car in the carport, Gong Li sucked his nose and wiped the still wet corners of his eyes with his sleeves. He straightened his hair before lifting his feet and walking in.

"Come on, Xiao Li." Two women in their thirties came to meet Gong Li's warm greeting.

"Well, here it is, Sister Zhang, Sister Wang," Gong Li nodded and smiled back.

"Come in, the director should be here in a while," a woman inside said with a smile.

"Well, thank you Sister Wang." Gong Li nodded again and thanked him.

"Hey, I heard that the director's son fell in love with her, is it true?"

The two sides passed by, and just as Gong Li was about to enter the door, there was a deliberately suppressed low laughter behind him.

"Of course it's true, but the director's stupid son is attracted to him, but he can't look down on him. They want to be the master of a big star, and they have a high vision."

"Tall fart, fake high school must have that ability. I tried twice in a row and failed every time. I want to be a star, huh. I think it’s her blessing to marry the director’s stupid son. Up."

"Haha."

The laughter behind her made Gong Li chill all over her body. She didn't expect that the two elder sisters who were kind and enthusiastic would be such people. The teardrops that disappeared from the eye sockets instantly filled her big eyes.

"Gong Li, Gong Li. You are calling from Beiping."

Gong Li was confused all afternoon. She felt as if everyone passing by was looking at herself with mocking eyes, as if the whole world had abandoned herself.

And the fact is indeed the case. Although they are not blatant, the women with big mouth and long tongue are always pointing at Gong Li all afternoon, whispering, laughing and talking ridiculously.

At this moment, an angry roar from the uncle of the communication room came from outside the door.

In an instant, the whispering ridicule stopped abruptly, everyone's face still had the talented ridicule that did not disappear, but the shock has already surfaced in their pupils.

At this time, Peiping called. If you don’t ask, you can see that 99% of them are about Gongli University entrance examination. If all the calls are made, it will definitely not be a matter of telling the failure. Because the test scores have already come down, even if there is no one, you will fail. It is impossible to specifically notify.

Could it be that what has not changed?

Or just some relative or friend from Peking?

A group of happy long-tongued women who were still laughing at Qiqi looked at the distracted Gong Li with complex expressions.

Regarding all of this, Gong Li in the wandering paradise did not even notice.

"Gong Li, what do you send? There is your call." Just when Gong Li was doing the things he was doing at his hands blankly and unconsciously, suddenly another girl who was about the same age as her, who went to work at the unit gave a strong push. , Pushed Gong Li to wake up.

"Ah." Gong Li exclaimed, and the pile of paper manuscripts on the side was knocked down and scattered on the ground as she staggered.

"What are you doing?" Gong Li asked anxiously, raising his eyes.

"What are you asking me for? I want to ask what you are doing? I called you for many times without responding, and now I have gotten all the manuscripts all over the floor. That's how you work, so I don't want to tell the director to go. "The girl With a sneer, he rolled his eyes, gave Gong Li a provocative look, and stopped mentioning the phone, twisted his waist and turned away.

"What?" Seeing the girl turned and left, Gong Li was aggrieved and puzzled.

"Xiao Li, ignore her, she's just like that. Here I will clean up, there is your phone in the reception room,

"Oh, there is my phone number, then I will trouble you, Brother Li." Gong Li thanked you with gratitude.

"It's okay. You go quickly." The young man waved his hand and said.

"Well, thank you Li Ge." Gong Li thanked again and trot to the reception room.

"Hello, hello, this is Gong Li." After thanking the uncle of the reception room, Gong Li picked up the microphone and said softly.

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Peking Railway Station.

Walking out of the station and squeezing into the bustling crowd, Gong Li felt as if he was in a dream.

That call was like a flash of lightning in the gloomy night, illuminating Gong Li's invisible future, and illuminating her world that had been dimmed for many days.

Zhongxi called to inform her that she was admitted exceptionally.

But this was not what shocked Gong Li the most. What was most shocking was that the head of the admissions group of the Chinese Opera told Gong Li to come to Peking immediately. There was a Hong Kong screenwriter who named her as the heroine of a major production film.

He just came out of the shadow of failing the rankings and was about to be the heroine of a major production movie. This made Gong Li couldn't believe it.

She suspected that this call would be fake, because Gong Li, the head of the admissions team of the Chinese Opera, had met him during the art exam, and was deeply impressed by the serious teacher Gong Li.

What is strange to her is that she has never seen any Hong Kong people, let alone a big screenwriter, how did the other party know about herself, and how did she think of letting herself, such a person who just graduated from high school and failed the exam, be a big one. What about the heroine of the movie?

fan.

Full of mist.

Gong Li followed the crowd in the mist full of heart, and suddenly a tall and handsome young man stood in front of Gong Li.

"Hello Gong Li." The young man smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Are you?" Gong Li stopped vigilantly and took a small step back subconsciously.

"Gong Li, this is Mr. Qiao Fengqiao, a big screenwriter from Hong Kong, a big star. Your favorite movie that got the wrong ride was invested by the screenwriter of Mr. Qiao." Someone said aloud.

"Mr. Liang." Gong Li turned his face to look at the person who made the noise in surprise. He turned out to be the head of the admissions group, the chief examiner of his own art exam, and Liang Bolong, the tutor of the Central Academy of Drama.

No wonder I knew that my favorite movie was the wrong ride. It turned out to be Teacher Liang, which is not surprising. In the art test quiz, Mr. Liang asked what his favorite movie was, and his answer was to take the wrong ride.

Seeing Liang Bolong, the vigilance in Gong Li's eyes disappeared, and then his big talking eyes looked up and down Qiao Feng curiously.

Is this the screenwriter who took the wrong ride? So young.

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