The filming of the TV series "Treasure" is coming to an end, most of the roles have been completed, and the rest will go to Yantang Village to film the rest of the scenes. Hundreds of ancient dwellings remain in this village, including some ancestral halls, theaters and other buildings from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, all of which are quite well preserved.
The local city government has always wanted to develop this place, but it did attract the crew to shoot.
The car was parked in the parking lot at the entrance of the village, and the crew of the crew filed out.
Lan He carried his luggage and got out of the car. The mountain was much cooler than the mountain. He was wearing a dark blue sweater and dark overalls. Because of the character's needs, his bangs almost covered his eyes.
In this play with few male characters, he is barely the fifth male lead. However, as an 18th-tier little transparent, neither the company nor the crew provided him with an assistant, so of course he did everything himself.
Lan He didn't mind. The crew rented a house as a residence, and the rest of the journey had to be done. He walked and chatted with the cameraman Cheng Haidong. The two met in this group. Although they had different types of work, they were both fellow villagers and had similar interests. After three months, they became friends.
There are Qing-style buildings on the roadside, and the crew sent people to investigate the scene, but the village cadres who received them were still skilled in introducing them to everyone: "There are two lions carved here, one big and one small, they are Tai lions and young lions. Homophonic Taishi Shaoshi, we have been an official here..."
Lan He looked down, no wonder he chose to shoot here, the preservation is quite good, there has been repairs, and they are all done by old craftsmen using traditional methods, retaining the original flavor.
The village cadres continued to brag that the official ancestors once invited the descendants of Guiguzi to see Feng Shui and design the ancestral house. Everyone laughed and passed by. The snacks in this follower place have to be related to ancient emperors and celebrities. Never mind.
Even if the crew disbanded many people, there are still a lot of people left. There were firecrackers and clamors ahead, and the walking team slowed down.
"Ha chi!" Lan He rubbed her nose and heard the words passed on from the front: "Someone in the village passed away and is holding a funeral..."
Out of respect for the deceased, everyone bowed their heads when they passed by, and some even bowed, and their speed naturally slowed down.
The line of sight was blocked by the crowd. When Lan He walked to the front, he saw an open space on one side. There was a mourning hall with a coffin and a table of the Eight Immortals. On the table were photos of the deceased. Braided boys and girls. In front of the table is an iron basin, someone is burning paper constantly, and fireworks are lingering.
At the intersection of the main road on the other side, several young adults tried to erect tall paper banners.
There is no object to climb on. They tried to support it with wooden sticks. The flag has four sections, and the body of the flag has to be assembled and erected. But I don't know why, I can't stand up for a long time.
The villagers remarked recklessly:
"The flags can't even light up? Dutiful son spent money in vain?"
"Who knows why Fan'er can't stand up..."
With such remarks, the filial son's face became more and more difficult to look.
Cheng Haidong folded his palms and bowed, and whispered, "What is that, why can't you stand up after a long time?"
He has never experienced traditional funeral customs, and Yantang Village still retains very ancient funeral etiquette.
Lan He said, "It's a gold and silver banner. It's a rare and large piece of funeral paper. It costs thousands of dollars a piece, and it usually has to be placed at a prominent intersection."
The boss of the photography was also beside him. Hearing this, he glanced at Lan He unexpectedly, "You're young, you still know this? The last time you and Dongzi drew lots, it was an electronic sign drawn with a mobile phone, and you didn't even want to pay a dollar to cancel the sign. Yes."
Lan He: "...There's no need to repeat it in full."
Cheng Haidong also muttered, can one dollar be cheated.
Lan He glanced at the paper pegs again, and said with a nostalgia: "My grandfather used to peg these too. Not every family is willing to buy such large pieces, and they can't be pricked several times a year."
It turned out to be the case, the photographer nodded clearly, "Well, the custom of the older generation, this banner is for the deceased to accumulate virtue and blessing, if he can't stand up, he will cause gossip... Hey, it has nothing to do with us, who knows what's going on, let's go, let's go. ."
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Although the rental residence is an ancient-style dwelling, there are people living there all the year round. Except for the lack of shade due to poor lighting, the conditions are decent. After Lan He packed up and saluted, he saw Cheng Haidong entered his house, and they lived next door.
Cheng Haidong was nibbling on the braised chicken feet that he didn't know where it came from, and said while nibbling, "Isn't it planned to shoot a night scene in a residential house at night? The location seems to be on the other side of the intersection of the mourning hall. I just heard that the director is discussing this matter... "
"Will it be adjusted?" Lan He asked.
"I don't know, maybe." Cheng Haidong replied.
After dinner, I received a temporary notice that tonight's shooting was cancelled.
"It is estimated that the director is still afraid of disturbing the deceased." Cheng Haidong said, "The night show has been postponed until the funeral is over there. The notice is being revised, and work will start during the day tomorrow."
It was yesterday that people fell down. The mourning hall was located near one of the filming locations, and they didn’t expect it in advance. In this industry, there are many people who have taboos and would rather delay the start of work for this reason. This result is not too unexpected.
"Come with me to buy a pack of cigarettes." Cheng Haidong greeted Lan He, he was addicted to smoking. There is a small shop in the village, at the intersection of the main road.
Lan He complained, "Did you still let your classmates accompany you to the toilet in elementary school? You are really mature now."
He also said casually, he still accompanies Cheng Haidong.
I came to the vicinity of the mourning hall again. At this time, the night had just fallen. According to the custom, the main family had to keep a vigil, and this was just the beginning. At the intersection, several descendants of Dai Xiao's family tried to erect the flag again, as if they didn't want to waste the large purchase of thousands of yuan.
Cheng Haidong murmured to himself, "Why haven't you stood up yet?"
Lan He thought that if it was pushed in the opposite direction, it would be really difficult for the flag pole to stand up.
Cheng Haidong went into the canteen to buy cigarettes, but Lan He disappeared without paying attention. When he came out, he saw Lan He walking out of the mourning hall and said in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Lan He glanced back, "It's nothing, it's embarrassing to stand here, and put a stick of incense on the old man."
It's just that the quality of the incense is not good, the powder is uneven, and he even smells a little musty.
"Is that so?" Cheng Haidong was at a loss, scratching his head, "... Then shall I go?"
Lan He: "Haha, it's fine. Let's go."
At the door, Cheng Haidong said again: "Wait, go to the next door to get two chicken feet first, it's really delicious."
The crew hired women from the village to cook the meals and concentrated them next door, because there was a well outside, which was convenient for them to wash vegetables.
When he got to the door, Cheng Haidong winked and asked Lan He to speak. He had to do it once during the day, and according to his experience, Lan He was treated better when he spoke.
At this moment, there are several women in the yard preparing ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast. Lan He knocked on the door twice and asked politely, "Sister, can I buy two braised chicken feet?"
Although the eldest sisters didn't know Lan He, he was handsome, especially his clear eyes and sweet pear vortex when he smiled, which made people feel soft-hearted.
"What else are you going to buy? I made a big bowl at home, and it's more thoroughly marinated than now. I'm waiting for the eldest sister to give you a few..." Immediately someone wiped their hands and went to get him the secret chicken feet .
Lan He followed to ask for money, and several women had already started to ask him about his condition.
Cheng Haidong sighed, and sure enough, after seeing Lan He, the eldest sisters will open their hearts within three minutes.
Lan He was absent-minded about those questions, staring at the chicken feet.
The porcelain bowl for the chicken feet looks a bit old. The chicken feet are cut in half. They are thoroughly marinated, rosy and attractive. They are decorated with minced green onion and ginger, dried chili, fragrant leaves, and salty. Fresh and rich aroma blows.
A hand suddenly grabbed Lan He's wrist that stretched towards the chicken feet, and the eldest sister who was choosing vegetables said mysteriously, "You guys, be careful at night. The yard next door is where Lao Song, who fell down yesterday, used to live."
The half cigarette in Cheng Haidong's mouth was no longer fragrant, and with a "hold the grass", his heart was really open, "Why is your village like this, this house is still rented to us?? Where does he live? "
"Lao Song's son rented it, the one on the east side."
"Don't scare them. Young people don't believe it now. And the house was vacated two days ago. He fell down in the younger son's house."
"We didn't know what to say... This village is all settled..."
Big sisters, your words and my words show that although the deceased lived there, he didn't die there, but it was his residence in the end, and it didn't take long for him to fall.
The one on the east is where Cheng Haidong lives. The daily necessities in that room will not have relics used by the old man... He unconsciously took a bite of the cigarette butt and went to see Lan He, only to see Lan He still staring at the chicken feet , "Hello? Are you still there??"
"Yes." Lan He's eyes were still reluctant to move back, "You can ask the drama manager to see if there is any other house, if not, I'll change the house with you."
His tone was very casual, and Cheng Haidong thought for a while that he was making a fuss, and was really frightened by the elder sisters. But after thinking about it, he still felt that it was not very good, so he went to the drama management to change the room, but unfortunately they were really busy at the moment, so he was stunned.
Lan He did what he said and wanted to sleep in another room with Cheng Haidong. Cheng Haidong became even more embarrassed. After saying this, he is 1.8 meters tall and weaker than Lan He, "It's not good... "
"Ha chi!" Lan He sneezed again, "It's alright, let's change."
It's said that it's not surprising, but it's self-defeating. Lan He is more like him than him. Cheng Haidong shyly learned from the fans who visited the class: "Thank you brother, do you have a cold? Be careful of your body!"
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Cheng Haidong moved to Lan He's house, which was not a bedroom originally, and I don't know what it was for. There was a lot of tea, all grown by himself, and many people in Yantang Village grew tea.
Because the room was rented to the crew, a simple wire bed was placed, but Cheng Haidong, who was used to the crew, didn't choose it at all.
If there is any inconvenience, this old mansion has to go out the door to go to the toilet.
There was no light at all in the village at night. There were only solitary dark yellow light bulbs in the yard. People in other houses in the same yard didn't know if they had fallen asleep. The surroundings seemed to be very quiet. But vaguely, Cheng Haidong heard the drum music floating in the distance again...
It is the mourning hall's grief and music, except for this, there is no other sound.
Cheng Haidong got goosebumps all over, and comforted himself that he couldn't be scared to death by brain supplements. He turned to see Lan He's house light still on, and suddenly felt a little more at ease. He quickly went back to the toilet and climbed into bed.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, and get up tomorrow to move bricks.
Cheng Haidong was half asleep and half awake, but he felt cold on his body. He touched his hands, trying to find the air conditioner to raise the temperature. Suddenly I heard the old man coughing quite hard, with a snorting sound like a leak, "Cough! Cough!"
He woke up immediately, but before his eyes were opened, his face was numb. Where did the sound come from, he was dreaming, or the sound insulation was poor, and it was just a villager passing by.
Cheng Haidong thought about it again, there is no air conditioning in this room at all, at most it was awake during the day and it was cool in the room. But it's not so cold, it's getting colder and colder.
Although he closed his eyes, he felt inexplicably dark and oppressive, like a hood covering his head.
Ding. This is the tea set rattling. Whoa, the sound of pouring tea. Crunching, the bamboo reclining chair was also pressed to make a sound.
The sound seems to be close at hand, it is obviously a very life-like movement, but it makes people hairy. He wanted to get up and call for help, but he was too heavy to stand up, and he completely forgot the names of the crew members... No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember a single word.
"Tuk Tuk."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
The whole world suddenly opened up, Cheng Haidong was like he suddenly came ashore from the water, his facial features suddenly became clear, he opened his eyes, and really woke up.
I only felt that the vest was soaked through, and I only heard the heart beating wildly in my ears, full of strong fear.
Just now…
"Old Cheng?"
It was Lan He's voice.
Cheng Haidong mobilized one hundred and eighty pounds of flesh and blood, and even got out of bed to open the door. The moment he saw Lan He, he wanted to cry, "Brother, this room is really..."
Really evil!
But he didn't dare to say these two words, he said that he couldn't say those words indiscriminately at night. After just now, he was afraid that he would get into trouble.
Many stories have been told by hearsay in the past, but this is the first time I have experienced it myself.
The state of being unable to wake up just now, unlike ordinary nightmares, reminded him of the legendary ghost press, although he was not sleeping in the old man's house at all.
Wait, it is said that the old man sleeps less, and the old man is not willing to go to bed and drink tea in the next room
... It's really embarrassing, people are unlucky to drink cold water and get stuck between their teeth! Why on earth did he change this house!
"Have you had a nightmare? I heard you talking in your sleep, so loud." Lan He said, "Are you going to sleep in my room?"
"No!" What if the old man has had enough tea and wants to go back to the bedroom
"Don't stay with that house, just find someone to make do with it, really, just now I... You understand?" Cheng Haidong said with a white face, he was just standing at the door, but he was still confused, "I'll go to Lao Chen to sleep. ."
Lao Chen is another photographer of their group, and they are also in the same yard. Everyone works the same time. What's more important is that Lao Chen has practiced martial arts before. He heard that this kind of person is very angry and is not afraid of those evil people.
"Okay, then you can go... Ha Chi!" Lan He took a step back.
"Be careful, don't catch a cold." Cheng Haidong thought that Lan He was bold enough, why didn't he feel that he didn't listen to him, maybe he thought he was having a nightmare. After Cheng Haidong finished his instructions sadly, he knocked on Lao Chen's door, and after being scolded, he put it into the house.
Lan He watched him withdraw his gaze, and fanned his hand in front of his nose and mouth.
When he was very young, his grandfather took him to the funeral of a distant aunt. He asked his grandfather if his aunt would come back. The grandfather told him that seven dead people come back to life, and the aunt will come back to see you.
He said, what if I fall asleep, how do I know if my aunt is here.
Grandpa said, let's smell it. I smelled the smell of paper ashes. It was my aunt who came back.