When you are eighteen years old, what is the first thing you do?

When he first came back, Ning Yuan was still racking his brains to make a fortune.

For example, buying a house? speculating in stocks? Investing in future business tycoons?

After ten minutes of longing for his eyes, Ning Yuan stopped his thoughts in disappointment: If you don’t have money, everything is nonsense!

As for the lottery and the football-buying heroes, Ning Yuan had never paid attention to it before. Not to mention rebirth once, he would not be able to be reborn eighty times.

And the family, as they said, is really poor.

Ning Yuan was abandoned as a child and was picked up by an old bachelor who sold tofu.

It seems that I felt the meaning of life from the fact that Ning Yuan was picked up. In the next ten years, this old bachelor nicknamed Ning Laohan and named Ning Daqiang helped Ning Yuan get a few younger brothers and sisters together.

Adding Ning Yuan, there are four neatly arranged.

What are you doing?

Collect all the gourd kids to summon the dragon?

As the boss, Ning Yuan had to help with his work since he was a child. He had time to go out to pick up rags and collect waste, and wash dishes and make money during the winter and summer vacations.

There were a few times when Ning Yuan felt a little angry, why did I have to endure the hardships of having old men and having younger men?

If it weren't for the country and society, they wouldn't even have a problem with going to school.

During the Chinese New Year every year, many of the clothes of Ningyuan and others are donated to the family.

Ning Yuan and the three below don’t understand that you are not doing well, so why do you still do this?

Ning Daqiang couldn't tell the reason, so he looked stern:

"Why, you still want to be picked up by a rich man and become the daughter of the young master? Don't look at your bear-like appearance at that time. If I don't pick you up, you will be dead long ago."

"Get out and do your homework!"

With a roar, the four of them ran away with their heads in their arms.

Ning Daqiang sometimes has a bad temper, but Ning Yuan never took action against the four of them in his memory, even to him, the boss.

The glory of human nature blooms in a poor little person. Ning Yuan doesn't know whether to be proud of him or sad.

However, everything came to an abrupt end the year afterwards. When Ning Yuan was twenty years old, Old Man Ning was diagnosed with liver cancer.

I sell tofu during the day, but I can only grind tofu at night, and I have to rush to go to the stall at five or six in the morning.

In addition, he likes to drink.

In fact, he had symptoms for a long time, but he didn't take it seriously. He couldn't bear to pay, so he just took some medicine in the clinic and thought it was safe.

It was already late when it was found out, and it was less than three months since it was discovered to leave.

Ning Yuan was still vivid in his mind and did not dare to recall the painful appearance, for fear that he could not help crying.

Some time ago, after Ning Yuan received his first radio music income, he took Old Man Ning to have a test. Sure enough, there were some liver problems and some cerebrovascular problems. Fortunately, there were no major lesions.

After Ning Yuan greeted him in advance, the doctor frightened and warned Mr. Ning:

"Think about it yourself, what if you have a few shortcomings, what will happen to your four children? To put it bluntly, if you get tired, spend all your money, or even leave a lot of debt, wouldn't it hurt a few children... It's just that the long flow of water is serious."

This sentence hits the point, so Ning Daqiang promised to go to bed early at night, try to drink as little as possible, and not eat pickled vegetables.

Before leaving, Ning Yuan took out a stack of money and handed it to him. Seeing that Ning Yuan was starting to have a promising future, Ning Daqiang was also deeply pleased and agreed not to work so hard in the future.

"Brother, remember to bring some roast duck!" Before leaving, the three naughty kids were still calling from behind.

At about six o'clock in the morning, the train arrived in Beijing successfully.

Although the money is not much now, Ning Yuan did not treat himself badly and bought a hard bed.

The upper bunk that Ning Yuan chose was not to save the money, but the air was really bad in addition to convenience.

After sleeping for a night, he arrived and saved money on accommodation. At this age, he could sleep soundly anywhere.

Standing in the square of the railway station, Ning Yuan looked around.

On a cold winter morning, as he exhaled a breath of hot air, a brief mist rose in front of him, which made Ning Yuan suddenly feel a sense of trance.

This is the winter of 1998, a new time for Ningyuan.

Among the crowds around, Ningyuan, who was standing there quietly, stood quietly like the scenes in some movie shots.

Everyone is drunk and I am awake alone, that's how I feel.

The salty and wet tears suddenly couldn't stop falling. Ning Yuan, who hadn't felt much after half a year of back, was inexplicably moved this time.

If you add more bgm, the effect will probably be better.

for example

"Come on, come on, meet nineteen..."

or

"Three circles on the left, three circles on the right..."

"Handsome guy, do you want accommodation?"

A voice suddenly rang in my ears, destroying the atmosphere.

Ning Yuan subconsciously looked over and almost staggered.

An aunt wearing a flowery cotton jacket stared at him with a smile, with the folds on her face rippling, as bright as a peony flower.

"Thank you, no need." Ning Yuan said politely.

Turn your head and leave.

The aunt was not giving up, so she took a few steps to catch up with her and raised her eyebrows:

"I have a little sister."

Ning Yuan waved his hand immediately and refused righteously: "I'm not that kind of person!"

"Come on, I can change it if I don't like it." The aunt thought Ning Yuan was so tender that she reached out to take his arm.

Ning Yuan frowned, not as shy as the aunt imagined, nor did he run away in panic, but pointed at his face:

"Do you think my face is worth spending? You can pay for it!"

The aunt's eyes widened in an instant. Are young people so tough now?

Under Ning Yuan's momentum, she took the initiative to retreat for the first time and watched Ning Yuan leave with great strides.

Ning Yuan muttered as he walked: "In the past, he could become an internet celebrity when selling egg-filled biscuits on the street. Is that a joke with you?"

In a sentence of the future, being handsome can indeed be used as a food.

In the last life, after graduating from high school, Ning Yuan followed his relatives to the stalls and sell snacks in Shacheng, Hunan Province.

Egg-filled biscuits.

Many people in Xinyi City go out for their livelihoods, and most of them work in snack stalls, and egg-filled biscuits are the first choice.

A modified tricycle has a stainless steel shed on it and a stove inside the truck can start construction.

At that time, there were very few stalls in the streets and alleys, and as long as you were willing to endure hardships, you could probably make some money.

And Ning Yuan, just by his face, turned red in everyone's incredible eyes!

Handsome guy in Shaobing.

The "love name" given to Ning Yuanqi by fans of Shacheng.

In order to buy a cake, many of them dumped several buses over.

"Entertainment Camp", "Very Appointment" and other programs made Ning Yuan make a big splash at the time.

The most direct manifestation is that the pancake stalls have been queuing from about ten meters to hundreds of meters, and even more on holidays.

If there was the title of Internet celebrity at that time, Ning Yuan would definitely be the originator.

Later, Ning Yuan took this opportunity to successfully enter the circle.

It seems that he became famous and has a great reputation, but only he himself knows how much he has paid along the way as a grassroots who has never been to college and has serious training.

Not only does it bring about physical impacts, but it also has the constant contempt and trampling on dignity.

Sometimes Ning Yuan even thinks that if he really doesn’t work, he will go back to sell cakes, he can earn hundreds of dollars a day.

But the next day, he appeared on the set again with great vitality.

I have to finish the path I choose even if I cry.

The most important thing is to like it.

When he was 40 years old, Ning Yuan passed away for twenty-two years.

Because of this, Ning Yuan will naturally not forget to take the Chinese opera exam after another round.

Not to mention solid basic skills and theories, various practical opportunities in the school, the convenience of learning from big names, and major crews to pick people. There are also many connections between classmates, alumni, and even teachers in the class, who are much better than grassroots.

When I took the bus to Nanluoguxiang, it was just past seven o'clock.

The alleys are not as crowded as later generations, but they have already shown a prosperous posture, even at this point.

Various Beijing-style hawking sounds and the elegant aroma of buns, fried dough sticks and meat sauce made Ning Yuan, who was already hungry, even hungry.

I bought three baskets of buns and a cup of soy milk in front of the steaming steamer. Ningyuan ate while walking, because he was afraid that he would be too late to go.

Despite this, the formation of hundreds of meters in front of the registration window was even more spectacular than before his pancake stall. These were three teams.

Looking at the students in front of him enviously, Ning Yuan, who was chewing the buns, complained vaguely: "What time should I come here at the morning?"

A pretty girl in front of her smiled bitterly: "I heard it started last night."

Ning Yuan was stunned and the bun was stiff in his mouth.
Chapter completed!