Feng Mang Chapter 17

On that day, Li Shang got up early and put on his new clothes. When he turned around to take the bag, he saw Han Dong holding his own pair of broken pants and begged: “change this one.” Li Shang couldn’t bear to dissuade Han Dong, so he stuffed his trousers into his bag. “I’ll change it when I get there.” As soon as Li Shang left, Han Dong couldn’t sleep any more. With his messy curly hair, he crawled into Ye Chenglin’s room like a large poodle, stuck his head on the bed, and his eyes were dim. Ye Chenglin patted him on the back of the head and asked, “why don’t you go with him?” “I want to completely isolate this circle.” Ye Chenglin didn’t take it seriously at all, and said with a smile: “you didn’t have a premonition that you were going to be angry two days ago. How did you announce your exit at such a critical moment?” Of course, Han Dong has no face to say the real reason. He just says, “I’m tired of it.” “When are you still bored?” Since the day ye Chenglin met Han Dong, he has been stationed at the gate of the North film studio for three years. In Ye Chenglin’s view, Han Dong has an inexhaustible passion for the performing arts circle and belongs to the master who doesn’t hit the south wall and doesn’t look back. “Think for me, what can I do?” Han Dong looks sad. Ye Chenglin asked, “how much money do you have on hand?” Han Dong took out a handful of change and scattered it on the bed. “Eighty seven yuan and thirty cents. There’s twelve yuan and seven cents on the bus card. It’s just one hundred.” “……” If you ask, it’s like asking in vain, “then your education background Oh, yes, graduated from junior high school… ” Han Dong emphasized that “Three Hundred Tang poems should be examined casually.” “Who cares about that?” Ye Chenglin thought again, “by the way, don’t you always look good to people?” “That can only be a part-time job. Besides, now many charlatans have joined in, which has ruined our reputation in the photo industry. This bowl of rice is getting worse and worse.” Ye Chenglin said helplessly, “you can only be a migrant worker.” “You mean the construction workers? I’m too talented to do physical work with my body and long legs? ” “What else? Where to apply for a job now? A lot of construction units recruit undergraduate degree, you want to be a migrant worker is not necessarily able to be Han Dong buried his head in the sheet and sighed deeply “XX station is here, please swipe your card to get off.” As soon as Li Shang stepped out of the car, the driver closed the door. Li Shang’s bag was caught and he yelled to the driver, “Hey, master, my bag is inside. Help me open it…” Before he finished speaking, the driver started the car and Li Shang followed him. Later, the bus suddenly stopped, Li Shang did not stand still, the door opened, and even people with bags fell back. Impartial, fell into a puddle, what’s more evil is that the coat is OK, just a large area of dirty pants. Shit! Is that Han Dong cursing me? Li Shang secretly clenches his teeth. Although Han Dong gives his trousers holes, they can be regarded as personality. The mud of the trousers is really hopeless. Helpless, he can only change into Han Dong’s pants.