After I Was Reborn, I Was Caught by an Actor

    "Ding Zhong, go get your brother up."

     "Why call him? He ignores you, and runs out when he wakes up."

    "If you want to call me, call me, there's so much nonsense."

    "Qin Qing—! Get up—! That's it, I called."

    "Who told you to lie down! You won't knock on the door!"

    "No, I broke my leg!"

    Speaking, game consoles, and TVs sound one after another.

    A noisy and tiresome morning that was once all too familiar.

    These should stay in the depths of my memory, but now they are close to my eyes and haunt my body.

    In a small room facing north, the door is slowly closed.

    Behind the door, Qin Qing stood quietly.

    It's not a dream, and it's not wrong, this is his home more than ten years ago.

     Lying on the sofa in the living room and playing games was his half-brother Ding Zhong.

    The one who urged Ding Zhong to wake him up while busy with housework was the woman he called his mother.

    Qin Qing had just woken up not long ago, and she felt a dreamlike trance about all this, and she couldn't believe it.

    He clearly remembers it very clearly. Last night, he was on the red-eye flight back. He was on the plane. He was too tired and squinted for a while. Time to go back to the company for a meeting, how could it be in the hometown of C city?

    Don't say the house in his hometown has been demolished long ago, how could he still live with Ding Zhong and his mother?

    Not to mention the desk calendar on the bedside table is XX20.

    Twenty years?

    Ten years ago?

     Qin Qing felt her scalp tighten and her heart was extremely calm.

    If not mistaken, he should be reborn.

    Reborn in the year of turning eighteen.

    This year, Qin Qing remembered very clearly that he was forced to drop out of school by his family, and he wandered in the society for a while full of resentment and unwillingness. With a little money for luggage, I embarked on the road of North Drift alone.

    How much hardship I have suffered during the hard work, Qin Qing can't remember clearly, only remembers sleeping on the road and eating white rice when he first arrived in City B, and finally found a hotel with a decent appearance. For the job of carrying dishes, his mother called and asked him to send at least half of his income to his family.

    Affectionate, caring? nonexistent.

    Only the crampedness carried by the big city, the panic of the unpredictable future.

    When I get over it, it is already in my twenties.

    I bought a second-hand Mercedes-Benz with the money I saved and a credit loan. I drove out every day to run projects and meet all kinds of people. When I was in the early stages, it was approaching thirty.

    After that, life began to climb rapidly, from assistant to executive broker to cultural company partner.

    Even so, he did not dare to slack off for a moment, and working hard seemed to be a habit, deeply engraved in his bones.

    But other than that, he has nothing.

    No friends, no lovers, and no one caring about him.

    Only a phone call at a fixed time every month, urging him to make money and go home.

    There are also inner loneliness, insecurity, distrust of people, and a whole body of pain caused by exhaustion.

    Qin Qing asked herself before, can't you stop?

    He wanted to stop.

    But there is no way, his career, status, his money, and his connection with the so-called "home" are all supported by this career he spelled out.

    Without these, who would care about him?

    And now, he has really stopped, and all the careers he values ​​and is proud of are gone.

    Start all over again.

    Qin Qing lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling calmly, not feeling uncomfortable or dazed, but extremely relaxed.

    No need to work overtime, stay up late, have meetings, no need for various entertainment for the project, he does not need to deal with others, and no one needs to deal with him.

    Just like this ceiling, white, clean, nothing.

    Maybe it was because of sleeping on this old bed, or because this ease brought Qin Qing a long-lost peace. After a while, Qin Qing fell asleep and had a dream .

    In the dream, he tore up the contract and threw it on the partner's face.

    —

    It was noon when Qin Qing woke up.

    He got up slowly, poured himself a glass of water by the desk, and estimated the current situation while drinking.

    If I guess correctly, this is when he just dropped out of school.

    At that time, the desk had not been cleaned up, and there was a pile of books on the table.

    Qin Qing finished drinking the water and looked down to see it, feeling strange and stunned.

    He went to school late and was always the oldest in the class. He was eighteen years old in the second year of high school.

    If you don't drop out of school, with his grades, you won't be able to get into the top 10 famous schools, so 985 is not difficult.

    Because of this, the fact that he could not continue to go to school made him very sad back then, and this was why he gave up on himself later, and then quit doing **** and wandering on the road.

    However, Qin Qing, who was reborn now, was not the 18-year-old boy who had just come of age and was uncertain.

    Now that his studies have stopped, and it is impossible for him to continue to study at home, what he can do at this moment...

    "Grumble."

    Qin Qing raised her hand to cover her stomach, hungry, so she had to eat first.

    There is a way to eat. The so-called way of eating does not mean that you have to hold a bowl and you can’t spit your mouth, but—

    At the dining table, Ding Chong saw that the second chicken leg was also taken away by Qin Qing.

    Ding Zhong: "Hello!"

    Qin Qing had two chicken drumsticks in his bowl, and his face was taken for granted: "If you can't study, why don't you eat the meat?"

    One sentence hit the dead end, and the atmosphere froze.

    Ding Zhong held the bowl and was speechless.

    Mother Qiu Fang smiled dryly: "Eat, let's eat, no one won't let you eat." Then she stretched out her chopsticks and gave Qin Qing two more pieces of chicken.

    Ding Zhong gave up and threw away his chopsticks: "Mom! I don't want to eat it!"

    Ding Zhong held the bowl and rolled his eyes.

    Qin Qing laughed.

    Not laughing at this mother and son funny, but laughing at myself being really blind before.

    When arguing, my mother would be impatient most of the time and think they were noisy, but what she said the most was always "you are the elder brother" and "let me let your younger brother".

    After she dropped out of school, her mother began to turn to him, giving Ding Chong a bad face in various ways. It seemed that she was helping his eldest son, but in fact?

    I just want the horse to run, so let the horse eat some grass first.

    To put it mildly, it is called the Huairou Policy.

    Under this policy, he was the one who dropped out of school to work in Beibiao, he was the one who bought a house for his family, and he was the one who helped him everywhere. Even Ding Zhong got married and had a second child, and he reimbursed the money for diapers. of.

    Recognizing everything clearly and witnessing such a routine with her own eyes, Qin Qing's mouth was full of bitterness.

    Why didn't he know this when he gave money in his last life?

    But at that time, he was lonely in his heart. He was in a bustling city and had nothing to rely on. He needed this hypocritical family too much.

      disaster.

    It's absurd to think about.

    After a brief moment of sadness, Qin Qing's mentality recovered, what was the bitterness, isn't the chicken leg delicious?

    Besides, that was all from the previous life, and now he has no money.

    Not only have no money, but also no job and no source of income.

     Of course, a boy who just dropped out of school and has no source of income can only reach out and ask his family for money.

    Although this process of reaching out and asking people for money is very unfamiliar to Qin Qing, it does not prevent him from learning from the past of being asked for money and sucking blood in his previous life.

    Huairou, kidnapped by family and morality, complained, who doesn't.

    I can't act.

    So after the meal, Qin Qing asked Sun Fang for money.

     Of course Sun Fang didn't want to give it. She wished Qin Qing could go out to work and make money earlier, but her eldest son had just returned from school recently, and she was in a low mood. After a while, he touched Zhang Fifty from his pocket.

    Qin Qing raised his hand and answered, "Not enough."

    Sun Fang patiently said, "Enough, it's enough for you to spend an afternoon in the Internet cafe and play games."

    Qin Qing opened his mouth and said, "I want to buy game equipment."

    Sun Fang frowned: "What game equipment to buy." Realizing that his tone was not good, he quickly softened his tone: "You know, our family has this condition."

    Sun Fang hesitated, not wanting to pay.

    After a while, Qin Qing's lips pursed tightly, and the hand that fell beside her clenched her fist. The appearance was not only unwilling, but also a little bit of hatred.

    Sun Fang is not stupid as a mother, and she is afraid that her son will hold grudges. Who will make money for the family after grudges?

    So I had to pay for it in compromise, and gave fifty more: "Save some money."

    While wandering, she sighed in her heart: To deal with the present mother and son with the life experience of working hard all the way and in their thirties, it is too childish.

    It's not just pediatrics, and it's not worth the effort on these people.

    Qin Qing took the money and went back to the room.

    He has already thought about it, he does not want to stay in this house, nor can he stay.

    Although Sun Fang is his blood mother, she has no feelings for him at all, and Ding Zhong never regards him as a brother.

    This mother and son are of one mind, and they work together to **** his blood.

      No one is inseparable from anyone.

    In his current situation, it is impossible for him to leave home without thinking about money. Fifty counts as fifty, and one hundred counts as one hundred. When Ms. Sun called him and asked him to call Ding Zhong If you buy diapers for the second child: raising a child is expensive.

    Qin Qing: It costs money to run.

    Ms. Sun: diapers, milk powder, clothes, shoes, early education, which do not cost money, you have never raised children, so I don’t know how much it costs.

    Qin Qing: Tickets, three meals, hotels, tolls, which one does not cost money, you have not run across the road, I don’t know how much it costs.

    How much does a simple run cost?

    Qin Qing didn't even need to use paper and pen to make calculations, and he made a little calculation in his heart: not much, three thousand is enough.

      .

    Today's one hundred is less than four hundred, which is far from enough.

    Through the door, the voice of Sun Fangxun's youngest son came into the house: "Da Da Da Da, I know how to play games all day long! I bought you a tablet so that you can play games!"

    Ding Zhong: "Give it back to me!"

    Sun Fang: "Take it, believe it or not, I fell for you!"

    Ding Zhong: "You fell! Three or four thousand one, I just bought it, you fell! Anyway, I didn't buy it with my money!"

    Tablet, just bought, three or four thousand…

    Qin Qing turned her head and looked at the door.

    In a few minutes.

      Why?"

    Qin Qing looked at Ding Zhong: "Because you can still study, I can only drop out."

    Ding Zhong: "No! Mine! I use it to study for the exam!"

    Qin Qing took out the same rhetoric that Sun Fang used to ask him for money to travel around the world: "Mom, I'm just in a bad mood and feel bored. I want to play and relax. Can't satisfy me at all?"

    The magic trick: "I'll pay you back in a few days." What a fart.