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Chapter 5 Department of Literature?
He Daqi stared at the courtyard in front of him and hesitated to move forward.

In his previous life, he often traveled back and forth between Hong Kong and Beijing with his grandfather, and had lived in this kind of slum, so he was very familiar with the lifestyle in the slum where people would greet each other every day.

But I didn't inherit any memories, and I feel like I'll be exposed as soon as I meet the first person I meet as soon as I enter the door.

He Daqi was still hesitating whether to wait until dark and when there were fewer people around before entering the yard when someone patted his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Daqi? Are you afraid to enter the yard? Be careful, kid. Your grandfather said he would break your legs a few days ago, and these past two days he's even moved a recliner to guard the front door every day."

A burly man with an unshaven beard said to He Daqi jokingly. He was holding two pig heads in his left hand and two thermoses in his right hand.

"Ah? Oh..." He Daqi didn't know how to address the other person, so he just grunted a few times as a perfunctory response.

The strong man didn't care. He took the things and walked into the yard, saying as he walked: "I bought some draft beer today. I'll braise the pig's head later. Come over and drink with me tonight."

"No, no, I just came back today and spent more time chatting with my family." He Daqi refused with a silly smile.

If he stuck his head out, he would be cut by the sword; if he hid his head, he would also be cut by the sword. He Daqi took a deep breath and followed the strong man into the yard.

"You still know how to come back?!"

An old man with gray hair was lying on a recliner with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw He Daqi enter the yard, he said something in a bad mood.

He Daqi guessed that this person should be the grandfather of his previous life, but he didn't dare to call him out rashly. He just stood aside and smiled like a child who had made a mistake.

"Uncle He, aren't children nowadays said to have a rebellious period? Daqi has been smart since he was young, so it's normal for him to do some trouble when he just becomes an adult. You should be careful and don't beat him with a stick." The strong man advised cheerfully, then walked all the way back to the backyard without stopping.

The old man stood up from the recliner, walked around He Daqi twice with his hands behind his back, then kicked He Daqi's calf with a droopy face and asked, "Where's your luggage? Why did you only bring back a coat?"

"There was a fire when I was living outside and everything was burned. I also hit my head and I can't remember a lot of things." He Daqi explained casually to avoid arousing suspicion if he couldn't recognize people in the future.

"Why don't you light yourself up?" The old man glared at He Daqi with disdain, then asked, "Do you still know who I am?"

"I know him." He Daqi nodded.

"It's okay, you haven't gone crazy. Go back to the house quickly. Your grandma nags about you every day. I'm so tired of her nagging. Go and tell her you're safe." The old man made a casual move, then lay back in the recliner and closed his eyes.

He Daqi followed the direction the old man pointed and guessed that the west wing in front of him was his home, so he went into the house with his coat.

An old lady in the room was watching TV and laughing. On the TV, three old maids were pricking a palace maid with needles. No one knew what the old lady was laughing at.

He Daqi scratched his head and tentatively called out, "Grandma."

The old lady suddenly turned her head, walked over in three or two steps, grabbed He Daqi's hand, looked at him for a while and found that He Daqi had no missing limbs, so she gently pulled He Daqi's arm.

"You naughty kid! If you were going on a trip, you could have just told me in person. Why did you just leave a note and leave? You only called back to let me know you were safe after you went to Hong Kong, and then there was no news from you. You must have worried me to death!"

As the old lady spoke, her eyes misted over. Furthermore, the palace maid on TV kept shouting, "Madame Rong, please let me go! Madam, I won't dare to do it again!"

He Daqi suddenly became a little worried about life in Hong Kong. Why did he feel that it was pretty good to stay in Hong Kong at that time?
"Daqi, where are your other clothes?" The old lady wanted to help He Daqi pack his luggage, only to find that He Daqi only came back with a coat.

He Daqi repeated his previous excuse.

The old lady was much more abstract than the old man. She immediately stretched out a finger in front of He Daqi and asked, "Daqi, what is this?"

"One..." He Daqi's mouth twitched.

“What does one plus one equal?”

"Grandma, I do have some amnesia, not dementia." He Daqi said with a helpless smile.

"That's good, that's good. Otherwise, you have to find a silly wife for you while your grandfather and I are still young. You must be tired from running around. Go to your room and lie down for a while. I'll call your grandfather in to make dumplings. I'll make you your favorite fennel and meat dumplings tonight."

The old lady said as she pushed He Daqi into the inner room.

He Daqi walked into the room, closed the door, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he looked up and saw two posters of Chow Huimin on the wall. In the posters, Chow Huimin was looking straight at him.

Shit!!! He Daqi was startled.

He walked over, tore off the poster, and stuffed it into the drawer, muttering to himself, "Predecessor, I succeeded in helping you chase your idol! There's no need to hang this poster anymore."

Lying on the kang, he roughly guessed the living environment of his previous life based on a series of situations when he entered the courtyard.

I guess my predecessor's parents worked in other places, and I lived with my grandparents. I was a bit rebellious when I first became an adult, so I decided to go on a trip on a whim.

That's about it, right? There shouldn't be any melodramatic plot twists...right?

In the evening, at the round table.

The old lady happily moved another plate of dumplings to He Daqi: "Daqi, eat more. Look how thin you have become after being away for more than a month." "Grandma, I really can't eat anymore. It's almost reaching my throat." He Daqi stretched out his hand to block it.

"That's nonsense. You used to be able to eat three large plates. How come you can't eat anymore after just two? Be obedient and eat this one too." The old lady looked disbelieving and forcefully pushed the dumplings over.

He Daqi looked at his own small body and found it a bit hard to understand. How could such a skinny dog ​​eat three large plates of food?

"If you can't eat, don't eat. Maybe you went out for a walk and your stomach has shrunk. If you feel full, go out for a walk to help digest the food." Old Man He saw that He Daqi didn't look like he was pretending, so he gave him some advice.

The old lady smacked her lips, but didn't continue to urge him. She just muttered softly, "Why do you have nothing better to do than go out and suffer?"

When this topic was brought up, Mr. He's face turned pale. After a long pause, he suddenly said, "Your admission letter has arrived. It's not from the Central Academy of Drama, but from the Literature Department of the Beijing Film Academy."

He Daqi was confused. Did he still have to go to school?

Literature? Fiction writer?

The old man and the old woman were waiting for He Daqi's response, because they had a disagreement over filling out the college entrance examination application form. Old man He wanted He Daqi to study mechanics, but He Daqi insisted on applying for the Film and Television Academy, which resulted in a quarrel.

Seeing that He Daqi didn't look happy at all, the two of them were a little confused about what He Daqi meant.

At this moment, He Daqi was wondering whether the emotional feedback from writing novels was fast or not, and he didn't notice that the old couple were staring at him. When he came to his senses, the dining table had been cleared.

After watching TV with his grandparents for a while, He Daqi was a little shocked by the plot. The old man and the old woman were watching Ji Xiaolan fighting Heshen, but when the commercial came on, they changed the channel and started watching the anti-Japanese drama.

He Daqi felt a little uncomfortable with being rocked back and forth, so he said, "I'll go back to my room first," and went into the inner room to lie down.

Early the next morning.

He Daqi yawned and walked out of the courtyard carrying the urine pot. After taking a few steps, he felt something was wrong. He turned his head and saw a woman in a light yellow dress and a mask standing at the entrance of the alley looking at him.

When the woman saw He Daqi looking at her, her eyes narrowed into crescents.

……

……

He Daqi sighed. He didn't know why he was led back to the courtyard to say hello to his grandparents, and then followed Zhou Huimin to the townhouse she bought in the old city.

He is now in a saintly state and feels ashamed of his actions just now.

"I told you, I know your address in Beijing. You can't escape." Zhou Huimin leaned against the head of the bed and took a leisurely puff of cigarette.

"Do you think readers get a lot of emotional feedback from your novels?" He Daqi suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"What's so great about it? Newspapers are almost out of date now. Who will read my novels?" Zhou Huimin thought of her scumbag ex and replied with a sneer.

"Then what do you think is easier to stir up other people's emotions?" He Daqi asked.

"You mean making others like you or hate you on a large scale?" Zhou Huimin turned her head in confusion, not understanding what He Daqi was thinking.

"Yes." He Daqi nodded.

"Now that the Internet is so developed, of course we can make movies or TV series." Zhou Huimin thought for a moment and replied.

He Daqi suddenly realized, yes! The Internet!

You can do live broadcasts and short videos, and it’s also good to be a short video influencer.

"Which live streaming platform is the most popular now?" He Daqi got out of bed and asked while sitting in front of the computer.

"Live streaming platform? Do you mean live TV streaming? Or something else?" Zhou Huimin asked back.

He Daqi was stunned.

It took him a long time to realize that this place was different from his original world. In his original world, humans had already built a base on the moon in 02, but here, even touch screen phones had not been made yet.

However, he kept the live streaming platform in mind. This thing should not be considered a high-tech field, and he could take advantage of it in the future.

"You just said about making movies and TV series, right? Is that easy to learn?" He Daqi did not answer Zhou Huimin's question, but asked something else.

Zhou Huimin perked up when this was mentioned, and said with a smile, "You're very eager to learn. Don't you know I'm a washed-up star? Do you think I have any acting skills? As long as you look decent and have some unique features, even a dog can get a role in the crew."

"Oh... I just found out after I came back that I was admitted to university, the Department of Literature at Beijing Film Academy. I'm currently considering whether this industry has a future." He Daqi stood up and returned to the bed, speaking as he put on his clothes.

"Beijing Film Academy? Go ask if you can transfer to the acting department. If you can transfer to the acting department, I can help you gain a foothold in this industry after you graduate." Zhou Huimin came over and grabbed He Daqi's clothes to mess with him, not wanting him to just put on his clothes and leave.

(End of this chapter)