Xiao Jiashu believes in one sentence - without real experience, there will be no real performance. So after getting the test questions, he immediately asked the stylist to put a half-length wig and beard on himself and mingle among the homeless man. He lived in Nanmen Square for three days, without a mobile phone or a wallet, and went to the public toilet or green belt to drink tap water when he was thirsty, and asked passers-by for asking or rummaging through the trash can. Anyway, he would pass the way the homeless man passed, and completely forgot that he was the second young master of Xiao's Pharmaceuticals.

By the last day, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. His whole body sank on the ground like dough, his skin was dirty, his clothes were smelly, and he had no image at all. He looked at the bell tower erected on the side of the square and secretly set a deadline for himself - twelve o'clock. This experience will not end until twelve o'clock. As an excellent actor, you must experience different lives, and each experience will become your precious spiritual wealth. Hold on, little saplings!

Thinking of this, two flames called "fighting spirit" popped up in his eyes, but they quickly went out in the next second, and then showed a cowardly expression. Then, could that person be Brother Ji?

Although the night fell and the light was dim, Ji Mian wore a mask and a hat to hide his identity, Xiao Jiashu was too familiar with him and recognized the person based on his back and gait. He quickly picked up the snakeskin pocket on the ground and prepared to move the position, but Ji Mian turned his head and looked over, swept his eyes over him, and then naturally moved away.

Walking slowly, slowly... Xiao Jiashu was staggering while admonishing himself. He was almost hungry and did not have to pretend to be a down-and-out vagabond to the fullest. It turned out that the best performance was not imitation, but immersive. No wonder when filming movies used to be collectively trained, letting them experience life whatever themes they play, and the results were better than the other. Unfortunately, the film industry has long abandoned this fine tradition, so there are no more outstanding actors and works.

He thought a lot in his heart, and before he knew it, he walked ahead and turned around. When he turned around, there was no other figure.

Brother Ji was indeed passing by. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, climbed up the overpass and sat down on the side of the road, waiting for the last few hours to pass like a dead fish. At 11 o'clock in the evening, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. He stood up with his back hunched, folded the snakeskin pocket neatly and clamped it under his armpits, and then shook the underground overpass step by step. Several drunk young men passed by him, as if they were smoldered by the stench on his body, and they were immediately furious. He grabbed him and beat him up.

Such things often happen to homeless people. They are powerless, homeless, and are at the bottom of society. No one cares about their life or death, and naturally no one will come forward to dissuade them.

Xiao Jiashu quickly curled up his body to protect his head and face to avoid being hit by the vital part. These days he has communicated with several homeless people and knew how to deal with this situation. As long as you are not hit by the vital part, don't think about resisting or calling for help, it will only anger the perpetrator even more. Of course, you can choose to escape, but the premise is that you have to be able to run past these people. If you can't run away but are pulled back, you will be greeted with a raindrop fist.

Xiao Jiashu was in great pain, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it, because before twelve o'clock, he was not the second young master of Xiao's Pharmaceutical at this moment. When one of the perpetrators raised the bottle and prepared to open the scoop for him, a tall man held the wrist and said in a deep voice, "I have called the police and advised you to stop."

The few people who were still rational were panicked and threw down the bottle and ran quickly.

Xiao Jiashu breathed a sigh of relief, and felt even more moved. It was no one who saved him, but Brother Ji. Brother Ji was indeed a great man. He yelled when he saw injustice on the road. He took action when he was time to take action. He rushed to Jiuzhou... Huh? Why did he suddenly get better? Huh? Why did he sing? Xiao Jiashu was already confused and was in a state of silence.

Ji Mian's worried expression stuttered slightly, and the corners of his mouth kept shaking, as if he wanted to pull it down, but he was unconsciously raised. How could Xiao Jiashu be so stupid? He squatted down while sighing, and said helplessly, "Are you seriously injured? Can you still leave? I'll take you to the hospital for a look?"

"I, Mi Si, have a headache, thank you, this big pot!" Xiao Jiashu replied in a strong Hunan accent. He dared not look up, did not dare to stand up, and his back was even more powerful than before, but even if he did not hide it at all, others could not see through his identity from his dirty appearance and decadent expression. At least for Ji Mian. If he hadn't had special abilities, it would not have been possible that he would have been the right target among so many homeless people.

"Are you really okay?" Ji Mian frowned.

"Punch, thank you for the big pot!" Xiao Jiashu bowed repeatedly, his posture humbly.

Ji Mian couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he took out a hundred yuan and said, "Take it and buy something to eat."

"Thank you, Daguo, you four good guys!" Xiao Jiashu's turbid eyes burst into tears. It's been three days, and this is the first warmth he felt.

Ji Mian raised his hand to touch his head, and saw a blocky one
Chapter completed!