different devil life

Liu Jiali brought Wang Zhong to the room where the sitcom was being rehearsed. There were men and women in the room, all of them handsome and beautiful.

A group of people looked over curiously, and someone immediately recognized Wang Zhong: "Isn't this the anchor who sang Don't Say You Love Me When I'm Lonely a few days ago?"

"Yeah, I also watched that live broadcast, the singing was really good."

The eyes of the handsome boys were full of brilliance, and they wished they could come over and make friends right away.

On the other hand, the girls looked at Wang Zhong curiously. They couldn't figure it out. This person didn't have a name before, so why did he sing so well?

At this time, the instructor, Li Hongwei, came over.

Li Hongwei is a man in his 50s, and he is an old actor. Now he basically retreats to the third line, and he has nothing to do here to teach some students to act.

"This is Teacher Li Hongwei." Liu Jiali introduced to Wang Zhong: "Mr. Li, this is the Wang Zhong I mentioned to you. He is very interested in acting."

"It's a good thing to be interested, but it's strange. You sing so well, but you still want to act? Be careful if you are too distracted, you will delay your future." Li Hongwei said kindly.

"I understand." Wang Zhong smiled, "It's just an interest."

"Well, that's fine."

Seeing that Wang Zhong had made up his mind, Li Hongwei didn't say anything, and began to teach him how to act in film and television dramas.

As expected of an old drama player, the content he explained is very down-to-earth and easy to understand.

When it comes to acting, first of all, you need a sense of substitution. Only when you are substituting into the role you are playing can you play the role well.

After that is the facial expression. A good actor, after quickly substituting the role, makes you cry, immediately cry, makes you laugh, you must be able to laugh until tears come out.

Then there is a temperament from the inside out.

For a good actor, no matter what role he plays, as long as he stands there and changes his expression, he can highlight the character's temperament.

For a week in a row, Wang Zhong clocked in every day to report.

During this period, he didn't deliberately enter the game. After all, he found that the more he understood the acting industry, the more he found that he needed to learn.

Unfortunately, the game won't last forever.

Finally, one night, Wang Zhong was watching a movie when a reminder appeared in front of him.

"The game is loading..."

Wang Zhong focused his gaze, "Is the game about to start so soon?"

Thinking about it, more than ten days have passed recently, and it is indeed almost the same.

"Forget it, I've learned so much recently, it's time."

Reborn character: Sun Lianjie, the son of farmers.

Character resume: Sun Lianjie was born in a poor family in the fifth group of Xiaoxi Village, Canghai Province. The people in the village were very poor. One day, a film crew came from the village to shoot some documentaries about children’s lives. They saw them driving nice cars and wearing fashionable clothes. Afterwards, Jet Sun suddenly had a wish, he wanted to be a star, a well-known star.

Mission goal: I want to be a star, I want to be a big star that is well known to everyone.

Mission Completion Rewards: Randomly reward experience points.

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As the white light flashed, Wang Zhong hadn't reacted yet, and it was chilly around him.

"That's how I came from? Isn't this too fast?"

Wang Zhong was complaining, when a voice came from his ear: "The child's mother, it's a boy again, we... let's sell him."

Chapter 353 Poor Households

"The child's mother, it's a boy again, let's... let's sell him."

Wang Zhong was startled when he heard this, he was so unlucky, he was going to betray me at the beginning?

But fortunately, a slightly tired female voice said: "Sell it, sell it, you have sold all the family's belongings, and you want to sell your son. The child is my heart, so you are not allowed to sell it."

"The family can't afford it anymore. This child suffers hardships with us. Let me tell you, I contacted a rich family. They couldn't bear a son. They said that as long as they are healthy, they can pay for it. It costs 3 yuan."

The male voice continued to persuade: "Our harvest is not good this year, and all the chickens we raised were killed by weasels on the mountain. We can't get rid of the pot at home. Let's sell it. In addition to you and me, we have a son and two daughters at home. "

"I don't agree, Sun Zhong, you can go out to work with Huang Youcai. The construction site is just moving bricks, and the speed is more than 100 a day..."

"I can't do it, it's too tiring."

Sun Zhong hummed, and suddenly, taking advantage of the woman's inattention, he hugged Wang Zhong directly.

This time, Wang Zhong's eyes hadn't been opened yet, so he just felt himself being hugged.

What is this going to do?

"Sun Zhong, what are you doing?"

"I've already discussed with that family, and the money has been collected, let's not talk about it, I will send the child off."

After speaking, Sun Zhong wrapped Wang Zhong's clothes and left without looking back.

"Sun Zhong, Sun Zhong, don't, don't..."

The woman cried out in pain, but Sun Zhong had already left with Wang Zhong in his arms.

The three children outside the door were also frightened and kept crying.

"Big baby, go and call your grandfather, he said his son is going to sell the baby, go quickly..."

The eldest child in the family is already seven years old. Although she was scared, she understood and ran out of the house.

Wang Zhong felt very sad at the moment, it's okay to be poor, his father is still a lazy man, he doesn't go out to work to make money, he only wants to sell his son to make money, how can there be such a person in this world.

It's a pity that he was just born now, and he hasn't even opened his eyes yet, so he can't stop anything at all.

"The child doesn't cry or fuss."

Sun Zhong muttered while running.

"Dazhong, what are you going to do?" A villager greeted him in the village.

Because Sun Zhong put Wang Zhong in a big basket on purpose, no one else saw Wang Zhong.

"Go up the mountain and get some game to eat." Sun Zhong shouted with a smile.

"Game? Your wife is about to give birth."

"Well, it's almost there." Sun Zhong responded casually.

At this time, a man in a suit and on a motorcycle came up to him, and the person who had greeted him shouted, "Huang Youcai, are you out of town to buy meat again?"

"Well, my wife is about to give birth, so I bought some chickens for her to strengthen her body."

Huang Youcai responded with a smile, and the motorcycle stopped next to Sun Zhong: "Sun Zhong, your father told me a few days ago, let me take you to work in the city, and when our daughter-in-law is confinement, we can clean up together." Let's go?"

Sun Zhong didn't reply, "I found a better job."

"A better job?" Huang Youcai frowned, and Sun Zhong's attitude was not very good, and said: "That's fine, I'll go first."

The motorcycle rang, and Huang Youcai left here directly.

As soon as the people left, Sun Zhong couldn't help snorting: "What are you dragging, you just bought a new motorcycle. When I sell my son, I will buy one too."

Hearing these complaints, Wang Zhong felt even more helpless.

After walking on the mountain road for a while, a voice suddenly came from behind: "A Zhong."

Sun Zhong stopped in his tracks, his expression changed greatly: "Dad, Dad, why are you here?"

"Where are you going?" Sun Zhong's father Sun Dazhuang asked.

"Going to the mountains."

"On the mountain?" Sun Dazhuang snorted coldly, walked over and snatched the basket from his hand.

Taking a closer look, Wang Zhong was indeed in the basket.

"Sun Zhong, why do I have your son, you want to sell your own flesh and blood, are you still human?" Sun Dazhuang almost growled.

"Dad, you...you listen to my explanation."

"Don't explain, I don't have your son."

Sun Dazhuang carried Wang Zhong away domineeringly.

"But Dad, Dad, I've already taken the money..."

Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his grandfather came in time, otherwise he would have been sold out.

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In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Although Wang Zhong can't walk yet, he is already familiar with everything at home.

As he guessed, this world is a modern world.

But in this house of my own, it can be said that it is not an exaggeration to use the four walls of the house.

There are four children in the family including him.

The eldest son, Sun Lianfu, is already eight years old. He has to walk a lot of mountain roads every day at a young age to go to a school at the foot of the mountain.

The second daughter, Sun Lianmei, is now six years old. After this year, she will go to school with her elder brother Sun Lianfu early in the morning.

The third daughter, Sun Lianli, is now three years old. Although she is young, she is already very sensible. She often drives the family's three lambs and some ducks to herd sheep on the mountain behind the house.

When her mother was not free to work in the fields, Sun Lianli also took on the responsibility of looking after Wang Zhong.

The reason why these children are all called 'Sun Lian' is because the mother's name is Huang Lianying, which has the word 'Lian' in it.

Grandpa Sun Dazhuang said that a child's name has a letter of each parent's name in it, which can bless the child's safety.

So even with that, Wang Zhong himself gave a 'Jet Sun'. '

I just hope that Wang Zhong can become an outstanding person in the future, rich and powerful!

In fact, although this place is a mountain village, not every household is so poor. Many villagers go out to work. Although it is hard work, they still earn a lot of money.

For example, Huang Youcai was the first one in the village to buy a motorcycle. He worked as a cement worker on a construction site outside and earned a lot of money every year. Not only did his family buy a motorcycle, but he also repaired the old house. This year his wife also gave birth to a baby boy. Daughter, the family is doing well.

It's a pity that my father is too lazy.

Apart from drinking at home every day, I just go to the entrance of the village to play mahjong with others. I don’t do housework, don’t go to the fields, and don’t go out to work.

The whole family relies on their mother Huang Lianying to farm the land and rely on the sky for food. Sometimes grandparents will help take care of the children. The family lives very hard.

"Come on, Lianjie, let's eat."

Huang Lianying hugged Wang Zhong, and the family gathered around for dinner.

Looking at the pile of food on the table, Wang Zhong sighed.

Chinese cabbage tofu soup, fried vegetables, and a small dish of pickles.

As for the food for him, it was rice porridge.

Because the family is poor, there is no need to think about milk powder, and there is no food at all, so I can only use porridge instead, which is how the children of poor families in the mountain village are raised.

Wang Zhong was also very helpless, but in order to grow up quickly, he ate a lot every time.

At the table, there was only their family. As for Dad, he was still playing mahjong outside as before.

Fortunately, his fights were not big, otherwise Wang Zhong was worried that he would lose a lot of money.

In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.

Wang Zhong finally stumbled and learned to walk.

Seeing his elder sister and elder brother go to work with Huang Lianying every day, while his father was drinking at home, Wang Zhong felt uncomfortable.

"Dad, can you stop drinking, mom works so hard, why don't you do anything?"

When it was almost night, Wang Zhongkan's father, Sun Zhong, took out another bucket of old rice wine, ate some leftovers from lunch, and couldn't help but say.

"Yo!"

Sun Zhong hiccupped, turned his head and said, "It's alright, boy, let's take care of your father like this."

"The family is so poor, you should work." Wang Zhong said expressionlessly.

"You know what a fart!" Sun Zhong just drank two bowls of rice wine in a row, obviously drunk, picked up a chopstick on the table and threw it at Wang Zhong.