Song ran waited in the shed until it was dark, and she was lying unconscious. Li Lan lifted the curtain of the door, took a look inside, and then slipped away.

When song ran opened his eyes again, the headlights in the yard went out again.

She rushed out, the staff are cleaning up, she quickly arrested the individual: "where is your director?"

"The director is home."

Song ran was annoyed: "why don't you call me?"

Staff grievance: "you did not tell me to call you ah, or you come to see it tomorrow."

Song ran sleeps numbly, walks limply, and goes out against the strong wind.

Song ran spent six consecutive days in the courtyard of the art troupe.

On the seventh day, song ran came again unremittingly. She sat in the shed. In the afternoon, the sun shone, making people want to sleep. However, she didn't dare to sleep. She held on her eyelids until it was dark.

It was the last day of the recruitment of the arts and crafts troupe. As soon as it was dark, the work was over. Song ran quickly walked out of the shed and saw the examiner come out with a book in his armpit. He rushed to meet him: "director."

Li Lan gave her a serious look: "little girl, why are you still here?"

Song ran followed her all the way. Because of toothache, her whole right face was swollen, and she gained two points of sympathy from selling bitter meat.

"I'm waiting for you here. I hope you can take me into your art troupe. I promise that I will study hard and practice hard in the future, which will give us a bright future."

Li Lan sneered: "what, our art troupe? When did it become our literary troupe? "

Song ran put out his hand to cover his cheek and looked at her pitifully.

Li Lan in the end is a knife mouth tofu heart: "what's wrong with face?"

Song ran quickly presented his face like a treasure: "there was too much wind blowing the other night, and my gums were swollen and painful. I couldn't eat any rice. I can only eat liquid food these two days."

Li Lan hummed: "bitter meat plan? It's no use selling in front of me, you know

Song ran shook his head: "director, I'm not selling miserably. I'm really miserable. The sea opera I filled in was changed into Fuguang by my classmates. Thanks to my high score in the exam, I would be defeated this year. Although I got Fuguang, I still care about the performing arts career. I really can't give up halfway. Director, I know you are a reasonable person Please give me a chance, will you

In the twilight, song Ran's eyes are sincere and her hands are half clenched. In Li Lan's eyes, the little girl is very nervous and uneasy, which also shows that she really cares about whether she can join the art troupe.

She is a good seedling. She has had enough tests, enough determination, perseverance and self-confidence. How can she be willing to miss it?

She purposely set a face, not cold and hot way: "OK, I can put the scandal in front of ah, students, you are the first, you as a new comer, you will not have any performance opportunities, you have to start from the backstage, move props, borrow clothing and so on, when you cry bitter, I can immediately dismiss you, you know?"

Song ran was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly, "have you accepted me?"

Li Lan hummed: "if I don't admit you, people in our Troupe will say that I abused you."

Song ran was so happy that she bowed deeply and said incoherently, "thank you, thank you, I will I will work hard and live up to your expectations

Kung Fu pays off!