Also navy blue and white impermanence? Do you know what the Yin-Yang theory is
Old Bai elongated his face and said, "Hugh!"
He waved the fan in his hand, which seemed to be light, but a gust of gloomy wind blew up, causing Cheng Haidong's soul to flicker and leave the body, and floated to the position where the body was, this is the return of the soul.
Lan He looked at Song Qinmin, who was hiding in the door with only half of his body exposed. It was his turn.
After a person dies, he should report to the City God first. Song Qinmin stayed in Yangshi, which attracted Laobai's soul. As for why he stayed...
Old Bai said with a stern face: "This house is very ingeniously built, and there are a lot of things in it. It is easy for ghosts and evil spirits to get lost in the underworld. He also follows the method of life creation and will not affect the owner of the house. He uses this to hide, but You are a living soul, unaffected, you can catch him out."
Lao Bai's words were not only explained to Lan He, but also to scare Song Qinmin.
Sure enough, Song Qinmin panicked as soon as he heard it. He originally thought that these two men would have nothing to do with him, just like the previous sinister, but now he ran into the house immediately.
Lan He suddenly remembered that the village cadres had been blowing up the Feng Shui design of Yantang houses for a long time that day. It seems that the Feng Shui master from a hundred years ago is not a descendant of Guiguzi, but he is really an expert!
Although he was in a ghost state, he was not a real ghost. He immediately entered the room, and he did not feel any discomfort, and threw the chain away.
Lan He just tossed it casually. There were still a few meters between him and Song Qinmin, but the soul hook was accurately placed on Song Qinmin. Song Qinmin was not a serious ghost at all, but he had an obsession and stayed in the world with the power of his ancestral home.
Being bundled with a soul rope, the old man immediately froze, unable to move.
Lan He pulled the chain back, and Song Qinmin floated along with it, almost no weight, and was led out by Lan He.
"Master, Master, let me go, I don't want to go." Song Qinmin pleaded.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, don't call me that." Lan He said, "I said you can cooperate with us."
Song Qinmin: "..."
He didn't quite understand why the emissary called him the old man. It was said that impermanence should not have lived for thousands of years, and he always felt that the tone was strangely familiar...
Song Qinmin thought about it carefully, a bit like the tone of the young cadres stationed in the village when they came to work at home.
"What do you say you are hiding, stay in the world as a lonely ghost, and live a few years without sacrifice and enjoyment, you can only endure hunger and eat one meal a year, it is not a good life!" Bai Yinyang said strangely, "Look at how many wild ghosts wandering in the Yang world, they want to go to the Yin Division when they cry."
Song Qinmin is newly dead, how did he know so much, he stubbornly said: "It's not that I don't cooperate with the government work (Lan He: ??), you see that the village encourages tea cultivation, and I will take the lead in planting tea, saying that I also support toilet change... But, I’ve saved money for a long time, and kept it for funerals. My son is unfilial, and he actually fooled me as a dead ghost, and the money was only spent less than half, I’m not reconciled!”
Song Qinmin started chattering about his sons, and it seemed that he was really not convinced.
His son was disrespectful enough to the deceased. Lan He asked Lao Bai, "Can you help him?"
Lao Bai said casually, "Humans and ghosts are different!"
Lan He thought that the old man had pushed all the gold and silver banners for blessing, and couldn't help but said, "Is there no way? For example, when we passed by his son's house, we secretly took his money back and bought sacrifices, so that he could You can go with confidence.”
Before Song Qinmin could speak, Lao Bai suddenly said, "That's 30% of the handling fee! Lao Song, do you agree!"
Lan He: "..."
He felt that the old white hat should write "seeing money to open eyes".
Song Qinmin said confusedly: "Yes, yes."
So they turned to Song Qinmin's son's house and took out a wad of cash on the bedside table, which Song Qinmin had saved.
He doesn't have a pension, and he still grows tea to make money when he is old, and he is not used to saving in the bank, so he wraps it in cloth, and there are many loose money of ten yuan or five yuan.
At this time, Song Qinmin's children and grandchildren were all vigil in the mourning hall, and there was no one at home. He stuffed something in the drawer and muttered, "Stinky boy..."
"Okay, let's go." Old Bai urged.
"Wait a minute," Song Qinmin begged, "My little grandson is only in the third year of junior high school, and he will be entering high school this year. I want to see him again. And my tea..."
One thing, Song Qinmin still has many regrets and worries.
Seeing his pleading appearance, Lan He thought that the old man didn't stay in Yangshi entirely because he was unwilling. No matter whether it is hate or love, he is actually reluctant to let the fireworks in the world, he just wants to continue here and live a trivial or even not very happy life.
But Lao Bai has become accustomed to it, and said coldly: "Commander Yin dares not obey, and the new ghost follows me to Huangquan!"
Song Qinmin burst into tears when he heard it, "Leave me one night, and another night!"
Lan He was at a loss, and suddenly felt a strong emotion rushing into his heart from his fingertips. Confusion, unwillingness, fear and despair, like a rising tide, quickly drowned him.
Lan He was agitated, his whole body was swept away by such strong and complex emotions, and his heart was suffocated. Looking at Song Qinmin, he suddenly understood that this should be Song Qinmin's feeling, he said in an uncomfortable tone: "How could I... I seem to feel it. his mood."
Lao Bai looked at him, "Human nature is really complicated."
Lan He: "What do you mean?"
Old Bai: "Before and after a person's new death, the emotions are the most intense and rich. This ecstasy is connected to the soul, and it also transmits strong emotions. The more sensitive a person is, the easier it is to transmit... I didn't expect you to lie to ghosts and interact with ghosts at the same time. Sympathy! Take out a bit of hard-heartedness when you lied to me, and it won't be like this!"
Lan He: "..."
In any case, Lan He learned new knowledge, water conducts electricity, and leads the soul, and also has a deeper understanding of why the underworld rice is not delicious, and why some people in the underworld are half crazy.
This kind of soul-to-soul communication has a greater impact on people than any sense, and it is easy to be involved in the emotions of the dead.
It's a bit like an actor who goes too deep into the play and regards himself as the deity of a dead soul... Lan He took two deep breaths to get rid of his strong emotions.
The ghost has hooked too many souls, and even if he is as sensitive as Lan He, he is already numb to any emotion. Lao Bai strung Song Qinmin's soul onto his chain, and said to Lan He, "It's not too late, you can send it to the intersection. Let's meet again next time."
He said, rubbing his hands suggestively.
Lan He: "...I see!"
…
the next day.
Song Qinmin's son kept watch all night. In the morning, he had to settle money for the drum music class and take them to his house to get the money.
As a result, in front of a musician, he opened the drawer for the money, and saw that there was only a handful of paper ashes in it!
- In contrast, Cheng Haidong's story about last night is much inferior.
On the first day, he said that a ghost presses the bed, and many people believed it. But the blue and white are impermanent, and the hat of "come all come" is more bizarre, and even funny. No matter how much Cheng Haidong described the strange atmosphere at that time, no one could enter the play.
Cheng Haidong complained in confusion, "I mean it, what time did you sleep last night, Lan He? When I came back at night, I met Mr. Song in the yard. Then he took me away, and Lan Wuchang and Bai Wuchang put them together. I'm back."
"No, you are dreaming, and you have added characters without authorization. I have never heard of blue and white impermanence in the underworld." Lan Wuchang said, "Have you been staring at Miss Xiaohua for too long."
Sister Xiaohua is an artist in the group and often wears a blue and white striped T-shirt.
Cheng Haidong: "..."
It's all about what.
He rubbed his hair, could it be that he was dreaming, "No, no, I must have seen it... Hey, you don't believe it, you can't see it, only I can see it, am I the chosen child?"
Lan He's eyes flickered. He didn't know if Cheng Haidong was the chosen son of heaven, but he must be the chosen son of the earth...
Although he insisted that he had seen a ghost, because everyone didn't quite believe the story of the second time, and because he was poor, Cheng Haidong could only continue to work honestly.
Fortunately, Song Qinmin had been reincarnated, and Cheng Haidong was able to spend it safely.
Soon, the ten-day shooting ended, and the crew gathered in the village for a while.
Cheng Haidong and Lan He clink glasses, "What's your plan?"
Lan He said: "You have to join the group after half a month's rest, how about you?"
Cheng Haidong waited for him to ask, crossed his waist and said, "I'm going to join Liu Chunyang's group!"
Liu Chunyang is a well-known director in China. He has been in the industry for many years, and after his style has gradually developed, his works are very popular and popular. Moreover, Director Liu is also a photographer. Joining his group, Cheng Haidong will be able to learn a lot, and his resume will be much better.
"Liu Chunyang is going to shoot a new movie?" Lan He couldn't check his phone several times a day when he was busy in the group.
Cheng Haidong: "Hey, I'm not following Master... It's still in preparation. My Master will start watching the script together when he goes back. I heard that the first investment has already arrived, and his drama must not be short of money."
"It's not just money, but also actors." Lan He said with emotion, Liu Chunyang's roles are of course very popular, but unfortunately Liu Chunyang has his own temper. He likes to use the old team very much. New cast members are especially cautious. In the end, the roles that everyone can fight for are very limited.
"Let's go, respect the director."
At this time, someone came to say hello, and Lan He also followed behind the crowd.
The director was in a good mood and talked to them one by one. It was fate to meet each other. After the group broke up, I don’t know if there will be any chance to work together again in the future.
"Lan He." The director patted Lan He's shoulder, "I think your play is really good."
The director has cooperated with Lan He twice. Although Lan He's roles are not important, he takes Lan He's intentions and efforts in his eyes. Moreover, Lan He has a good mentality and doesn't like to take crooked ways, otherwise he will rely on him. The image condition, not too easy.
"Thank you Director." Lan He said quickly.
"Sometimes, the skills are more than enough, and the emotional outburst is slightly insufficient... This, you are still young, you can accumulate more and experience life more." The director has already drunk a bit with a big tongue, and said vaguely.
Lan He nodded seriously.
The director said disappointedly: "As for the chance, just wait... This is even harder to say than hard work."
Lan He smiled, "Just be happy."
"Yes, it's good to be happy." The director raised his glass and burst into tears, "So my filming was really good! Why don't investors spoil me! I'm not even hitting ghosts, where is the chance! I'm good! I want to make a big production!!”
Lan He: "..."
The next day, Lan He returned to the capital. He was originally from Hunan Province and was floating in the capital. The company rented an apartment, and the occupancy rate of the community was quite high. He is small and transparent, and there is no need to live in a place with particularly good privacy.
Lan He came back and was busy preparing for the next play, but he received a call from the company within two days, telling him that there was a change, and the crew that had signed the contract had an accident and was disbanded on the spot.
Lan He's professional level and appearance conditions are enough for him to get a lot of audition opportunities, but there are too many factors that determine whether he can pass the initial test, the final screening, and what kind of role he gets in the end.
Even if you get a role and sign a contract, the crew may be disbanded as it is now. Even in the group, accidents may occur.
After working for a few years, he also knows how to adjust his mentality and deal with the disappointment after working hard.
Lan He had no choice but to cook two dishes by himself and eat a lot... but he didn't dare to eat too much, he had to keep his weight, anyway, he was comforting himself by eating.
The next day I woke up, brushing my teeth, and received a call from the company, saying that there was an idol drama with a good configuration, and the company also handed over some resumes of actors with suitable schedules. First try.
Lan He had just lost his job, of course, to keep his spirits up and go to the appointment on time. The director's previous idol dramas have achieved good results, and the role of the third male role in the drama... It is estimated that the competition will be a bit fierce.
The office of the crew was in the building. Lan He was given a script for a play. There were still many people in the waiting area. After waiting for about two hours, I was called into the office.
Lan He checked the director's information, so he recognized that the middle-aged man with a big belly talking to a man in a peaked cap in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was the director of the play, Wang Mao.
"Director Wang?" The producer shouted back, Wang Mao nodded with the man in the cap, and sat back, the cap was still in front of the window, only showing his back.
Wang Mao raised his chin and said to a female staff member next to him: "Mao Mao will give the actor a ride."
The girl called Mao Mao stood in front of Lan He.
She is not an actor, but an assistant to the director, and she doesn't know much about acting, she just acts as a tool when needed. But Lan He is pretty, and she feels better as a tool person.
Although she doesn't know how to act, she has been able to memorize her lines after being a tool person for so long, and she has a general idea of how the actors perform.
The play is an original script. This one is about the third male who is the older brother of the female protagonist, because a quarrel broke out between the rival male protagonist and the female protagonist. At this time, the male third is terminally ill.
After seeing this handsome guy entering the role, his eyes changed, and he said coldly: "You want to be with him unless I die."
Mao Mao was stunned, most of the previous actors here still maintain the male third outgoing persona, their emotions are extroverted, and their body language is relatively rich. The unwillingness to the male protagonist, and then reveal the pain of enduring the pain.
I don't know what level Mao Mao is, she usually can only tell whether she is embarrassed or not.
But at the moment, Mao Mao soon lost the heart to think about other things, and Lan He's eyes were really nailed into her heart. The slightly bloody lines are particularly convincing under his interpretation.
He stared at himself, his eyes seemed to condense all the strength, under the tough surface, he knew that the boat was sinking and the galaxy was about to fall. Not only was he unwilling, but there seemed to be something else.
Mao Mao was completely shocked, and even forgot to pick up the lines, she was almost a little scared, this look was too complicated, and it made her think about the dying person without any explanation...
Mao Mao didn't notice that as the play went on, the house became quieter and quieter at some point, and everyone was attracted.
The man in the peaked cap in front of the window didn't know when, turned around and watched quietly.
…
"It's kind of interesting..." Wang Mao rubbed his chin and communicated with the producer, "The delicate emotions are really tense and rich in layers, and even I got goosebumps."
It is rare for a young actor to interpret a drama related to life and death so profoundly... Rare!
He was keenly aware that this was an actor who could add luster to the role.
The third male as a supporting role, as a sister-in-law, is often quite funny, and has a certain story in itself, but it is quite a routine, and it does not reflect a lot. At this time, if the actor's performance is brilliant and persuasive, it can completely improve the depth of the role.
The producer also nodded, this is really rare, and the character didn't say that he was sick. The actors in the front did well, but people were more angry than others. Lan He's performance was too convincing and convincing. It's very restrained, which improves the character of the entire character.
The producer hadn't spoken yet, when the man in the peaked cap behind him said, "Well, let me think about it."
"Hmm... um? What are you thinking about? What's your business?" Wang Mao turned his head and said, "Brother, we are now casting roles."
The man in the peaked cap did not speak, and pressed the brim of his hat.
Wang Mao rolled his eyes.
On the other side, after Lan He closed his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly began to play.
Interesting to say, in fact, at that moment, he recalled the emotions he had experienced when he came into contact with Old Man Song.
—Although Old Man Song and the male No. 3 in idol dramas seem to be completely unrelated, and even the scenes are not the same, there are similarities in human nature.
The emotion he felt for the first time as a soul gave him a great impact and impression, and because he accepted it when he was a soul, it was hard to forget that feeling.
While performing, he kept thinking about it, and unconsciously immersed himself in that state again and integrated it into his character.
Lan He said to Mao Mao, who was in the show, "Thank you."
"No, it's fine..." Mao Mao stammered, staring at Lan He who was revived in a trance.
"Not bad, the performance is very good." Wang Mao came over, "Lan He, right?"
Lan He noticed that the man in the peaked cap also walked over, but he still couldn't see his face. He didn't care. There were a lot of staff, so he just stretched out his hand to Wang Mao, "Hello, Director Wang, yes."
Wang Mao shook hands with him, "The performance is very infectious, I like it very much, can you show us another improv performance?"
Lan He was overjoyed. To test him, he was interested in his performance, and the chance of winning the role was instantly higher.
"Okay, let's think about it." He was thinking about what to do when he saw a figure floating in from the window, with a dead face, holding a chain, and a tall hat with "A new material at first sight" written on it. It was the old man's good friend. White.
"Urgent! Come and come!" Lao Bai's eyes locked on Lan He, and he said.
Depend on.
Lan He was a little anxious, because he found that Lao Bai was starting to take the letter, but he couldn't stop it...
The important thing right now is that the office is still so big. Once Lao Bai is transferred away, his soul will leave his body, and his body will be thrown into the street again. A body without a soul will be like death. How can he explain this to the people around him? Even if you think he has a strange disease, it's not good, right
No, he must make it clear to Lao Bai in the future, and he cannot be summoned casually. He is different from those who are full-time and impermanent. He can go when he wants to go. Not only does he have his own job, but he also pretends not to see ghosts in the world!
Lan He's mind turned abruptly and hurriedly said to Wang Mao: "Director, let me show you how to die on the spot."
Wang Mao: "… Huh??"
He hadn't reacted yet, only to see the next moment, the young man had already clutched his heart, his face was in pain, he was stunned to the ground, and stopped moving.
Wang Mao: "..."
Wang Mao was stunned, and after a while he couldn't help but let out a "poof" laugh, "Hahahaha!"
Died in place? Today's young people, in order to impress the director, really know how to swerve.
He smiled, and the others couldn't help laughing, and the office was full of joy for a while.
The man in the peaked cap said suddenly, "Well done."
"Huh?" Wang Mao listened carefully, and his expression immediately changed. Really, Lan He was more than humorous, "Don't say that acting as a corpse has no technical content. Look at this, his chest is heaving. It's like it's going to die."
Everyone stared at him, but couldn't find any flaws.
When there is a death scene in a film and television drama, there are always some viewers who like to stare, pointing out where the "corpse" is breathing, eyelids are moving, etc. At this time, they all want to complain, the actors have worked hard, they can't let people really die, how can they not breathe.
But the one in front of him, he acted very real, so unbelievably real that even his lips seemed to turn white.
Mao Mao couldn't help but touch Lan He's hand, then touched it again to confirm, and said in a dazed trembling voice: "Director Wang, why, why does it seem... cold..."
Everyone: "???"
The author has something to say: The attack has not yet appeared! Certainly not the old white! How can you pick your nostrils!