"Do you have one too?" Lan He asked.
"Yes." Cheng Haidong rolled up his sleeves, revealing the five-colored rope, "The boss also said that I already have the peace charm that Juehui Temple asked for, and when I went back, I hit the bell in Juehui Temple to pray for blessings. I still think that it is better for a son of heaven like me to have more protection."
- In the past, Cheng Haidong's mentality has completely recovered, and he even regarded the successive encounters with ghosts as a talk after drinking. About ten people at the table have heard his deeds.
"Go back and prove it to me. I told Wu editor about this today and wanted to make material for her, but she also said that I was nonsense." Cheng Haidong said, Wu editor he was referring to the screenwriter Wu of this drama Ling, because Liu Chunyang has new ideas from time to time, she also stayed on the set.
Lan He: "You tell people about the impermanence of blue and white again, no one will believe you..."
Cheng Haidong stubbornly straightened his body: "I don't care... ouch."
His back hurt when he tried so hard.
Cheng Haidong is a Steadicam photographer. The equipment is so heavy that it would be uncomfortable for ordinary people to work all day, not to mention his high-load work.
"No, no, help me buy some pain relievers, I've run out of them." Cheng Haidong said to Lan He.
Later, in the two plays without Lan He, Cheng Haidong was different. After a short rest, he was going to work again, and he really didn't have time to get the pain reliever by himself.
"Okay." Lan He replied and went out.
There are also many shops in the film and television base. When Lan He was looking for pain relievers, she heard two girls talking:
"... That prop was specially bought according to the original book. I bought a few sets of spares at that time. It is not an antique, but it seems to be a bit old, and it is not cheap. It cost a few thousand yuan."
"Well, so it's rumored now that the ghost is an elegant ghost who came to Hao Yantai."
"But I've already shot a lot of inkstones before, what should I do now, have I changed them and shot them again?"
"I can't help it... I can't find where I lost it. I don't know if it will stop work and do things. It seems that it is still breaking up."
Lan He felt that they should be the legendary haunted crew next door, and they helped him unintentionally. But Lan He didn't interrupt, silently took the things and went back to pay the bill.
When Lan He returned to the set, she saw the screenwriter Wu Ling from a distance, and there was a girl with a plain face beside her.
And Cheng Haidong, taking advantage of the gap between the director's talk to the actors, said to Wu Ling: "Sister Wu, look, Lan He is back, don't believe me, did I hit a ghost before you asked him!"
"Wu Bian." Lan He greeted Wu Ling. As for the girl next to Wu Ling, he didn't know it. He looked familiar, and she should be a staff member of the crew. He just nodded friendly and the girl stared at him. He smiled.
Wu Ling said funny: "I don't believe it, I just think your version is too biased."
Cheng Haidong asked, "What is biased? Wubian, let me ask you, do you know how Nuwa mends the sky?"
Wu Ling said without hesitation, "Use five-color stones."
Cheng Haidong shook his finger, "I have a friend in the north who told me that there is a legend in their village that the northeast corner is not strong, and the goddess Nuwa used ice lingzi to block it, so the northeast is very cold, and the northeast wind blows. cold."
Wu Ling: "…"
other people:"… "
Wu Ling was really persuaded: "It also makes sense, there are some niche versions with local characteristics. However, I have never heard of Nuwa using ice to fill the sky, and I have never heard of impermanence's hat that says 'come all come' '. Usually there are two kinds of sayings in the folk, black and white impermanence hats say 'getting rich at first sight' and 'the world is peaceful' or 'you are here too' and 'is arresting you'... ”
She thought about it and wanted to laugh a little: "If one writes that everyone has come, what does the other write, safe in and out? The child is still young?"
She looked around for a week, met Lan He's gaze, and sought his approval.
Lan He of course gave a positive look: "Yeah!"
"No!" The quiet girl next to her suddenly widened her eyes, "Sister Wu, it's really 'come here'!"
"...Ah?" Wu Ling paused for a while: "What did you say?"
"Sister Wu, you believe me." The girl said earnestly, "It's really 'all come'. I went to the show last month, and my partner and I ran into something dirty after the show, and asked us to act. Then I came. What a bastard with 'come all' written on the hat and put us back."
As soon as she said it, she also looked around, looked at Lan He, and stared at them for confirmation.
Lan He: "..."
He said that this girl is a little familiar!
It turned out not to be in the group, but the Sichuan opera actor I met before, but I just took off the makeup, so I didn't recognize it very well.
-Actually, because there were two scenes in need of Sichuan opera actors, they specially invited professionals. Wu Ling just met Meng Qing, so she found them. She hasn't put on makeup yet, so let's talk together.
Meng Qing also didn't recognize Lan He, how dare she stare at Impermanence's face at that time, even if she looked, she could only see her eyes, Lan He was wearing a mask.
"My God, beauty, have you encountered ghosts too?" Cheng Haidong was very excited as if he had seen his relatives, "That's great, I've been wronged for too long! I'll just say, there are ghosts. Writing this, they all think I'm nonsense."
"Is that so..." Wu Ling originally thought Cheng Haidong's statement was ridiculous, but the example Cheng Haidong gave made her doubtful. Now Meng Qing, who doesn't know Cheng Haidong at all, also said the same thing and claimed that it was a real experience, so it was worth thinking about.
"It's interesting, I have to ask some more people... In fact, this statement is more dramatic than the other two!" The more Wu Ling said, the more excited she became. "This kind of impermanence is really a bit more interesting."
Lan He is suddenly a little empty, and will not create a new legend from now on...
At this time, Liu Chunyang gave an order, Cheng Haidong took a few steps back and returned to his position to prepare for shooting, and Meng Qing also had to prepare to put on makeup.
Wu Ling recorded what Meng Qing said just now on her mobile phone.
Lan He asked, "Editor Wu, are you going to write a ghost drama in your next book?"
"Yeah, I wanted to write a supernatural unit drama, so I collected materials everywhere. By the way, Lan He, I heard from the photography boss that your grandfather opened a paper shop. Do you have a similar experience?" Wu Ling asked.
"Uh... this, believe it or not." Lan He vaguely said, "I only know some taboos of the older generation. Let me tell you something."
"Okay, okay." Wu Ling is actually not interested in whether there are ghosts in the world. If there are, she just wants to know whether the ghost's story is ups and downs, and the setting is bizarre.
Lan He recalled: "Scissors like the scissors we use to make paper can't be brought to other people's homes, bad luck..."
Lan He told Wu Ling what she knew about the folklore. After Wu Ling recorded it, she said to herself unconsciously, "I don't know how many people know that 'everyone has come'."
Lan He: "It's hard to say."
… that would depend on how many more living people I see after that.
The crew filmed for more than ten hours a day. Occasionally, there was no show of her own in the middle. Lan He could take a rest, go back to work, and take a shower to prepare for the next day's scene.
Lan He was sleepy at night, she left the room and wanted to buy a drink from the vending machine in the hotel.
It happened that Chen Xingyang was also buying drinks here. He raised his chin at him and jokingly called his name in the play, "Xunchun."
Lan He also wanted to joke with Chen Xingyang, but instead of using Zhang Xunchun's superficial personality, he lowered his face and called the protagonist's name in a gloomy voice: "Meng Jing—"
As soon as he shouted, the light flashed twice.
This floor was quiet and silent, and Chen Xingyang was really startled when the lights flashed like this again.
"Damn it, scare me to death!"
"I didn't know the lights would flash." Lan He couldn't hold back his smile.
After the two said a few words, they walked back together, and the long corridor stretched their shadows extraordinarily long.
There are decorative cabinets on the corridor of the hotel with statues on them. When passing by, there was a "bang" sound from the cabinet, as if something had been smashed.
"What?" Chen Xingyang felt that the movement was too big, and he reached out and wanted to take a look.
"Don't look at it, it might be a mouse." Lan He couldn't understand people who were too curious.
Just ring it, it's not the alarm, you still open the cabinet to see.
Chen Xingyang had already opened the cabinet door, and saw that there were actually several inkstones stacked on top of each other. One of them rolled over, which should be the source of the movement just now.
The color of this inkstone is even and clean, the texture is fine, and it looks like some years old. Chen Xingyang picked it up and took a look, then turned back suspiciously: "Did the crew next door... have all the inkstones lost?"
Couldn't that be all, his voice was gradually drifting. He was still holding the inkstone boldly, and with a shake of his hand, the inkstone was about to fall.
"No-"
A thin voice sounded, and at the same time, Lan He quickly reached out and caught the inkstone. These inkstones look delicate and simple, but they exude a faint fishy smell.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
It was that thin voice again.
Chen Xingyang couldn't hear it.
When Lan He heard it, she glanced to the side inadvertently, only to see a long-bearded man in tattered clothes squatting beside the cabinet at some point, he whispered: "Don't take my tombstone away again. ."
Lan He's hand almost softened a bit, and silently put the inkstone back.
tombstone
This is obviously an inkstone, how can it be a tombstone.
Lan He couldn't think so much, and said to Chen Xingyang, whose scalp was numb: "Actually, the crew may have been stolen and hidden here, aren't they in the same hotel as us? Talk to them quietly."
Chen Xingyang was originally frightened, but when Lan He said this, his expression was calm and serious, and he felt right again. He made a noise just now, maybe he just didn't calm down, but when he thought about it, he was preconceived and made a fuss, "It's done!"
The long-shirted ghost hugged his legs and continued to mutter resentfully.
Lan He turned a blind eye, stood up and said, "Then go back to rest first, good night."
…
Even if he is promoted to the villain actor and can be called the second male, Lan He is still a little transparent. He doesn't care if he makes an appointment to live in a standard room with Cheng Haidong. When he went back, he saw that Cheng Haidong had already fallen asleep, and he was about to fall asleep.
It's just that the long-shirted ghost may have heard that he and Chen Xingyang had agreed to sue tomorrow, so he went back and forth in their room, and kept saying: "Don't... don't touch my tombstone..."
Lan He was tossed and turned and couldn't sleep because of the noise. Every time he was about to fall asleep, the ghost in the gown came over from Chen Xingyang's room again.
A tombstone, what a tombstone... Lan He was so annoyed that he left his body and put on his mask.
As soon as the long-shirted ghost came out of Chen Xingyang's room, he saw the impermanence uniform, and his eyes widened for a while.
Lan He: "What's your situation, why are you arguing here?"
The first reaction of the long-shirted ghost was to flee, and then he realized that the other party was actually asking about his situation. The bottom lip trembled for a while, "Big, big master, I'm so miserable!! Wooooooooo!!"
He threw himself down and hugged Lan He's leg.
What a habit! Lan He was so frightened that he floated up a few inches, leaned over and said, "You have something to say, hurry up."
The long-shirted ghost wiped his tears with his sleeve, "Master, because of my incomplete corpse, I can't be reincarnated. A thousand knives, he actually stole my tombstone!"
After so many years, the coffin was broken, and the man even stole his tombstone.
Lan He: "Steal your tombstone? Where did you get the tombstone?"
He seemed to have guessed a little, but he still pretended to ask without knowing it.
"It's here!" the long-shirted ghost cried, "Sir, that person is very bad. They stole other people's tombstones, polished off the words, and sold them to remake tombstones, or other products. He would steal it overnight. Several pieces were stolen from everywhere. Because my tombstone was made of a whole piece of Qiyang stone, he also made a lot of inkstones separately by him. That tombstone was bought by me, I worked hard and saved money to buy it..."
Qiyang stone, also known as Yongshi, is produced in Hunan Province and is very suitable for making inkstones. The completed inkstone is called Qiyang stone inkstone. Of course, if the conditions are sufficient and there are large stones, it can also be used to make screens and tombstones, such as this long-shirted ghost.
It's a pity that it was stolen by someone who made a business without capital.
The more the ghost in the gown cried, the more saddened he became, and the more he cried, the more aggrieved, "That person is too fierce, I can't scare him, so I want to put my tombstone away, but those who bought the inkstone platform may soon find out."
Lan He saw that he cried so much that the whole ghost became smaller and smaller, and the quarrel made his brain hurt, "Don't cry, tell me where the tombstone thief is, and you must remember. Also, tell me your name. , I'll burn... I'll have someone bring you some clothes."
The long-shirted ghost was dizzy, and asked timidly, "Really, really, sir, I have no money."
Don't say that he has no money, even if he has money, it's hard to ask an undercover messenger to take care of such a lonely and wild ghost's gossip.
"I don't want your money." Lan Hemu said with a sullen face, "Now you can find a place to stay quietly and wait for my news."
"Thank you, thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" The long-shirted ghost was overjoyed, still in disbelief, "Really? Is this true? I don't mean to say anything bad, but I lived in the wilderness for a few days. I have never thought for ten years that the eldest master can come to me for free, what a good day is today?"
Lan Hexin said that impermanence usually does what he wants, and I help him, but he will be suspected, he said perfunctorily: "Today... Today, Yinsi sends justice to the countryside!"
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