When a Buddha is dressed as cannon fodder

There was no suspense in the result of the interview, with Kang Jingwu in charge, coupled with Wuyou's flawless fighting scenes, the vote was basically passed unanimously.

However, the signing still needs to be discussed in detail at another time, and the film is still being cast, and it will take at least half a month before filming starts, but the medical expenses of the original owner's mother, Ou Manlian, can't wait that long.

Wuyou thought that he still had to find some temporary work, at least to save up the next week's medical expenses.

It's a pity that he is an ancient man, and he is not familiar with many modern jobs, and the memories left by this body are only related to the entertainment industry.

Wuyou spent an afternoon looking outside, and went to several studios that recruited graphic models, but the other party wanted to recruit long-term cooperation partners, and Wuyou still had a contract, so it was inconvenient to sign such a contract.

Only one family is willing to let him be the leading role in the advertisement because of his fame, but the advertisement will not be filmed until next week, and the settlement will be made after the filming is completed.

In the evening, I returned to the alley after a day of worry-free walking.

The crowded shantytowns are noisy, the alleys are filled with the smell of vegetables, and there are children playing wildly, which is more lifelike than those high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete.

"Hi, worry-free, are you back?"

Halfway there, I happened to meet the enthusiastic young man from last night, who was holding a small square table for dinner.

Wuyou smiled at him, "Yes."

"It's just in time to come back, come, let's have dinner together." The young man greeted warmly.

Wuyou declined politely, but the other party was too enthusiastic, the middle-aged couple also came out with food, enthusiastically trying to persuade them to stay.

The hospitality was hard to come by, Wuyou was dragged to sit down by the young man.

"We are all neighbors, so you are welcome." The middle-aged woman said.

The three members of this family are foreigners, and their hometown is in the southwest. The couple speak with a strong local accent.The boy's name is Song Cong, and he goes to school here with his parents. He is in the third year of high school.

They moved here three years ago and heard some gossip about the Wu family, but they didn't know much about it. They only knew that Wu Rende was indeed an alcoholic.

After seeing Wuyou come back these two days, they really believed that there were stars in this alley.It's just that Wuyou has never been back since his debut, but now he suddenly moved back to live, he must have really encountered difficulties.

The Song family couple didn't ask any more questions, they just kept urging Wuyou to eat more, "You are too thin, don't just eat vegetables, eat some meat too."

"Thank you for your kindness, I am a vegetarian and don't eat meat." Wuyou said.

"Ah? This..."

"Mom, celebrities have to control their diet." Song Cong helped explain.

Liu Xiaomei didn't try to persuade Wuyou any more, Song Guohua answered the phone, and was desperately arguing with the person on the other end of the phone.

"What's going on?" Liu Xiaomei asked.

"Lao Yang and the two brothers quit. They didn't talk about it early or late. They didn't talk about it until the last time. Where do you think I can find someone here?" Song Guohua was very irritable.

Seeing this, Wuyou put down his chopsticks, "I don't know what kind of problem Uncle Song encountered? Maybe I can give it a try."

Knowing that he meant well, Liu Xiaomei laughed and explained: "Forget it, those with thin skin and tender flesh are not those who do rough work."

"All living beings are equal, there is no high or low. It just so happens that I have no other plans recently, and I urgently need to find a job."

Liu Xiaomei didn't think he was joking, but she still hesitated, "Uncle Song has several truckloads of cement to deliver, this job is dirty and tiring, and the weather has been hot recently, your white skin is drying , It is estimated that it will be darker, and it will be difficult to come back to white."

The most important thing for a star is the image, Liu Xiaomei reminded tactfully that she also hopes to retreat without worry.

Wuyou said, "It's okay, making money is the most important thing."

Song Cong thought of those revelations on the Internet, and guessed that Wuyou must have been targeted, and he would not be able to survive in the entertainment industry, otherwise he would not be deceived by people like Wang Cangyin.Moreover, Wuyou's mother is still in the hospital and needs money at any time. The young man's heart is straightforward, and he said: "I'm bored at home, Wuyou, if you really want to do it, I can help you."

"I only know how to play every day, I don't read books at all, and I will be in the third year of high school soon..." Liu Xiaomei complained to her son.

Wuyou is very calm, "You listen to your parents and study hard. I have practiced some. Others may not work, but it is still okay to put in the effort."

Song Guohua remembered that Wuyou knocked down five or six strong men by himself that night, and said, "If you really need it, come and try it on the construction site with me tomorrow."

After dinner, Wuyou thanked the Song family and went home to rest.

Seeing Wuyou walk away, Liu Xiaomei couldn't help complaining: "Wuyou is a star, you are crazy, let someone go with you to the construction site to move bricks?"

Song Guohua felt wronged, "I think he really needs money, so why don't you help me?"

Liu Xiaomei still felt something was wrong. Looking at Wuyou's waist, which was thinner than a girl's, how could he be someone who does heavy work?Her man just doesn't have a brain, and always does bad things with good intentions.

Early the next morning, Wuyou picked out a piece of old clothes from the original owner, put them on, and went to wait at the gate of Song's house.

The original owner was only 16 years old when he debuted. The clothes at that time were a bit too small for Wuyou now, and the trousers turned into cropped trousers.However, he has good looks and a good figure, but he has a somewhat different fashion sense.

Liu Xiaomei saw that he was a glamorous star wearing old clothes, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit of embarrassment and sympathy, so she reminded her man: "You can calculate Wuyou's wages by the day, or just like Yang Da and the others, three hundred and one. sky."

If it was calculated on a piece-by-piece basis, Wuyou probably wouldn't make much money.

"Understood." Song Guohua impatiently urged them to get in the car.

He left three workers under him, and the boss urged him to rush to work every day, and he was in a state of desperation.

Song Cong's grades are not good, but his success is that he has grown a whole body of tendons. After graduation, he can go to university.Song Guohua is busy and short of people recently, and Song Cong has to make up for it.

The dilapidated Wuling van was driving on the bumpy construction site in the suburbs, as if it could shake people out of their bodies at any time.

Song Guohua is the lowest-level small foreman, and he takes on the most difficult and tiring work.

Today they are going to help unload the cement, unload the cement on the car and pile it aside, so as not to get wet in the rain, and some of it has to be transported upstairs.

Their small construction sites are incomparable with large construction companies. Song Guohua's type of work is called handyman, commonly known as handyman.It's tiring without technical content, the salary is incomparable with other jobs, and the weather is hot, so many people don't want to do it.

"Brother Song, who is this handsome guy?" Many people were curious about Wuyou.

After all, on this dusty construction site, the fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged Wuyou is too eye-catching, and he doesn't fit in with them.

"New worker, you can just call him Xiaoyou. He has never done this job before, so please take care of him." Song Guohua said.

"You're so handsome, why can't you do it? Come and do construction. Can you do it with your small body?"

Worry-free smile, "You can't judge a person by his appearance."

"The tone is not small."

Liu Xiaomei got into the car, carried two bags of cement to Song Guohua and put them on his shoulders, and Song Guohua left with them on his back.

Song Cong said to Wuyou: "If you can't move it for a while, don't be brave. I can help you carry it. It's no problem for me to carry a bag."

"Okay." Wuyou nodded.

Liu Xiaomei carried a bag for Song Cong, and Song Cong carried it on his shoulders, turning his head and waiting for Wuyou.

Liu Xiaomei told Wuyou, "It's a bit heavy, you have to be careful..."

Before Liu Xiaomei finished speaking, Wuyou took it with one hand, her body was as steady as a pine, and she didn't move a bit, "I can, Aunt Liu, bring another bag."

Liu Xiaomei was shocked for a moment, seeing that Wuyou really didn't seem to be able to carry it, so she gave him another bag.Wuyou carried a bag in one hand, like carrying two takeaways, without even bending over, he caught up with Song Guohua in a few steps.

Song Cong blurted out, "Brother Wuyou, you are too good! You have practiced this specially?"

"Young man, amazing! You really can't be judged by appearances!" The man who questioned Wuyou before had to look at him with admiration.

Song Guohua was also taken aback, "I heard that you celebrities like to go to the gym to exercise when you have nothing to do, no wonder you are so good."

Wuyou just smiled and didn't clarify.

Wuyou is not only powerful, but also fast. Even if he walks on a shelf, he is still walking on the ground.

At the end of the day, he basically finished the work of several people by himself. Liu Xiaomei had kindly proposed to pay Wuyou a daily settlement, but now it was a big advantage for them to take advantage of Wuyou.

Liu Xiaomei had no choice but to change her words and asked Song Guohua to give Wuyou double salary, but Wuyou declined.The Song family has helped him a lot, and he can't take all the benefits.

In the end, the wages for this day were still calculated according to the original 300 yuan.But in the next few days, Liu Xiaomei began to calculate money for Wuyou on a piece-by-piece basis. Wuyou can earn ** one hundred in a day, and one person can support three people.

By the end of the week, the money Wuyou earned can basically cover his mother's medical expenses for the next ten days.

Wuyou got off the morning shift on Monday and went to the hospital to pay for Ou Manlian's medical expenses.

He inherited this body, and he should also assume the responsibility of this identity.

Ou Manlian is still the same, the doctor said that the possibility of her waking up is extremely low, and this may be the only way to do it for the rest of her life.

After Wuyou came out of the hospital, it was already dusk, the river wind blowing away the heat of the day, the temperature dropped slightly, and the street lamps on the street illuminated the pedestrians who came out to breathe.

Wuyou paid half a month's medical expenses in total, and used all the few thousand yuan left in the original owner's card. Now all his cash deposits add up to only 80 yuan.

Wuyou bought two white flour steamed buns and a box of pure milk, and found a roadside bench to sit down and eat.He hasn't had time to eat since noon, and he is already very hungry.

The dim street lamp shrouded his head, and the edges of his soft hair, which was blown by the wind, seemed to be dyed with a faint halo.He was wearing a short sleeve that didn't fit well, and the original light-colored clothes were covered with gray, and the original color could no longer be seen clearly.

There are people coming and going on the brightly lit street, but the people on the benches who lower their heads and eat steamed buns seem to be in two different worlds from those around them.

The light poured on his clean and delicate face, which was beautiful, a lonely, quiet and fragile beauty.

No one can walk into his world, but he is a landscape in this real world.

It is also the scenery in the eyes of others.

A car honking disturbed the people who were eating steamed buns.

Wuyou raised his head, a black luxury car parked in front of him, the window of the co-pilot slowly fell down.