7 is the first person Lu Chu saw, and the only person he believes in now. He knows his past and confusion. They once escaped hand in hand in the end.
Even Song Gui, who agreed to cooperate with him, was only because it was the best choice under the circumstances at that time, not to mention trust, under the constraints of "rules", they could not hurt each other, and that was enough.
Calculating carefully, the man and Lu Chu had known each other for less than a month, and it was only a few days since they lost contact. However, after so many baptisms of life and death, Lu Chu had already had the illusion that he had known him for decades. The second "game" took one night, and the time spent in the illusion and the room was less than two days. Seeing 7 at this time, Lu Chu felt that they were close friends whom he hadn't seen for many years.
The most important thing is that Lu Chu still has a lot of things to ask that man.
No matter how many twists and turns in Lu Chu's heart, on the surface, he still maintained an ignorant and curious look, and followed the crowd of onlookers to disperse to make way for the five young people.
When Song Gui and Qi passed by Lu Chu, they didn't hesitate to stop, as if they were strangers who had never met.
The village is not big, and not long after, the village head took five young people around the village. Song Gui seemed to be the leader of the five. He smiled brightly and said to the people behind him, "Why don't we live in this house. It's close to the entrance of the village. It looks big enough, and it's very convenient for us to store our equipment."
The rest of the people looked into the yard, and nodded with satisfaction: "Xiao Song, you are our director, you decide, I will listen to you."
Song Gui turned around and smiled at the village chief: "I don't know what kind of family lives in this house. Is it convenient for us to live in?"
"Convenient, convenient!" The village laughed again and again, "This family has a lot of big houses, and there are only two people living in it. Aunt Lu and her grandson, Aunt Lu is also very good-tempered. Otherwise, I will help you go in and ask ?”
Song Gui nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"No trouble, no trouble." The village said and walked into the yard.
Other onlookers whispered that the family was lucky.
Song Jizhi secretly looked at Lu Chu, revealing a sly smile.
That's right, the family Song Gui was referring to was the one where Lu Chu lived.
Soon, the village head led the old man out in a hurry. The old man saw Lu Chu first, and beckoned him to come to his side with kindness. Then he looked at the five young guys who were different from the villagers at first glance, and asked with a smile. : "Are you guys from the city?"
Song Gui smiled politely: "Yes, grandma, we want to stay at your house for a while, will it disturb you?"
"Haha, no, no," the old man waved his hand, "It happens that there are not many adults in our house, so if you don't mind it, you can stay here."
The old man really felt that it would be good for these young people to live here, so that they could be company with their grandson.
Several people said politely: "Then thank you."
"You're welcome, you're welcome," said the old man, pushing Lu Chu forward and introducing him to five people, "This is my good grandson, Lu Chu, you can just call him Xiaolu."
Lu Chu showed a gentle smile and nodded to several people: "Hi, I'm Lu Chu."
"Song Gui."
"Yang Cheng."
"Li Jiapeng."
"He Mingde."
"Qi Li."
Several people reported their names one by one.
Lu Chuduo took a few glances at 7, Qi Li... in the end, it still starts with 7, I don't know if it's his real name, I still remember when we met for the first time, the man said that he only remembered his name as 7, and forgot everything else, so It seems that the possibility of "Qi Li" being the real name is very small.
After doing this, the few people became acquainted, and the village head warmly greeted some strong men in the village to help the unmanned carry equipment, and Lu Chu also went up to help.
During the period, Lu Chu found a spare moment and secretly asked Song Gui how he knew he lived here. Song Gui exaggeratedly said, "I pay attention to you all the time, Chuchu!" Lu Chu turned his head and left after hearing this.
After working like this for a while, I finally moved all the things into the house, and the two cars stopped in front of Lu Chu's compound. A few people are not afraid of being stolen, after all, there are not many people in this village who can drive.
After finishing the busy work, it was already past lunch time. The others, whether they were helping or watching the excitement, all returned to their homes. The old man took advantage of the time when they were moving things and made a bunch of dumplings, and they ate a full meal.
In the afternoon, the five young men walked around the village a few more times carrying the equipment, and finally decided to take the abandoned courtyard that was used as a school as the main shooting location, and somehow got the office and another room from the village chief. The key to the room.
After hearing the news, Lu Chu thought to himself, he was not in a hurry, and it was right to give up smashing the window.
So busy, by the time they were really ready to shoot, it was already the next morning.
Because the room was not cleaned up, five people squeezed into two rooms. During this process, Lu Chu never found a chance to talk to Qi or Song Gui alone.
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In the early morning of the next day, after eating the meal cooked by the old man, Song Gui said, "Xiao Lu is a good kid. I want him to be my assistant for a while, and let him have some experience. Don't worry, grandma, we won't treat him badly in terms of remuneration." As an excuse, Lu Chu was taken away.
When several people arrived at the abandoned courtyard with their equipment, Lu Chu asked them curiously, "What kind of movie are you going to make?"
Except for Song Gui, Yang Cheng was the one who talked the most among the five people. He laughed, then leaned into Lu Chu's ear mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "What we are going to shoot is... ghost... story... story... "
Yang grows up to be honest and honest, but his personality is extroverted, and he likes to play tricks on others.
He Mingde has the appearance and temperament of an intellectual. He pushed up his glasses and said to Yang Cheng: "Don't keep scaring other children."
The easy-going Li Jiapeng also echoed: "That's it."
Several people made noise for a while, and they had already arrived at the door of the classroom.
A gust of wind blew by, and the bushes and leaves made a creepy rustling sound, and the door of the classroom was also moved slightly by the blowing, creaking.
Yang Cheng smiled and said, "This place has quite a good atmosphere."
After he finished speaking, Song Gui pushed open the door, took the lead and walked in, followed by others.
Lu Chu and Qi were at the end. When Qi passed by Lu Chu, he lowered his voice and said, "Be careful."
Lu Chu was startled, and then a smile appeared on his lips: "You too."
After Song Gui entered the classroom, he searched the classroom around like Lu Chu did before, flipped through the piles of homework on the podium, took out a few keys and said to the others: "The atmosphere is good, let's go to the other two rooms Check out the house."
The first room to open was the office room. The moment the door was opened, the smell of dust mixed with decay diffused, making several people cough a few times. There are a lot of things in the office, Song Gui went in to have a look, and chatted with several other people without any trace, while flipping through the things on it.
In front of several other people, Lu Chu was just an assistant whom Song Gui took a fancy to and brought along. It might not be good if he flipped through things hastily, so he could only watch Song Gui search, and the others looked through it curiously.
"You guys want to make a movie, don't you have any actors?" In this "set", he and Song Gui are teammates. In order to make Song Gui's careful searching not so abrupt, Lu Chu deliberately led the topic to chat with several other people.
We just met for a while, and Yang Chengcheng really likes to tease Lu Chu. He smiled and teased Lu Chu and said, "I haven't found a suitable candidate yet, why don't you give us the starring role, maybe you will become a big star in the future, and you have to thank us all." .”
Lu Chu quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "I... I really can't do it."
Yang Cheng continued to joke with him: "You are still young, maybe you don't understand, but my brother taught you an important thing, no matter what time it is, a man can't say no."
Li Jiapeng bumped Yang Cheng's shoulder: "Go, go, do serious business, don't talk nonsense here."
He Mingde patted Lu Chu and said, "We are making a documentary. We don't need a starring role. The more real the better, then we will interview people from Murakami, and maybe we will interview you too... eh? So, you really Maybe he could be a star."
7 said as little as ever, and he just stayed aside and fiddled with the camera, as if he didn't care about the outside world.
We had a good chat here, and Song Gui had already searched almost everything there. Lu Chu noticed that he had put something in his pocket without a trace, and he presumably found some clues.
Immediately afterwards, several people opened the room where Guo Jianping used to stay.
Guo Jianping lived here only when he first came to the village, and later he bought a courtyard in the village that had not been lived in for a long time, and his two subsequent wives were married here. He later lived in the courtyard he bought.
Logically speaking, the rooms in this school should not be frequently lived in, and only occasionally take a break after being tired from teaching, and resting here is not as convenient as going home or in the office. However, the fact is just the opposite. Even though the room has accumulated a lot of dust and is dirty, you can still see the appearance of people living in it. There are clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter, and daily necessities...they are all the same, even in the In some places, several people also found some women's products.
Yang Cheng joked: "We chose to come here to shoot because we heard that there was a strange incident in this village before, and we also heard a little bit about what happened twenty years ago. It is said that this man who died strangely has always missed his ex-wife. I think these things might belong to his ex-wife, as a man, it’s best if you can’t get it and don’t control it.”
Others did not comment.
After visiting the room, Song Gui, as the director, clapped his hands and said, "Let's take a picture of what it looks like during the day first, and we'll come back at night to take a creepy night scene."
Everyone heard the words and started working separately.
After the filming, several people returned home and ate some lunch casually, and then went to the village chief's house with the equipment.
The first person to interview was the village chief.
The village chief has no experience facing the camera at all, and he was embarrassed for a long time before sitting in front of the camera with a slightly normal mood.
Song Gui sat and manipulated the camera, and the others stood behind him, silently waiting for the start.
After the filming started, there was silence for a few seconds, and then Song Gui asked, "How many years have you been the village head here?"
"More than ten years."
"How is the situation in the village?"
"It's okay, the young people have gone out to make a living..."
"..."
The two asked and answered, and the atmosphere was just right. After a while, Song Gui took advantage of the situation and asked, "Did any strange things happen in your village?"
"Strange thing?"
Song Gui smiled: "It's like this. We are more curious about such rumors, and the movies we make will be more attractive."
"That's it..." The village head nodded, and intermittently told some folk legends to a few people.
Hearing that he didn't talk about the things they cared about for a long time, Yang Cheng became anxious, and he interjected: "Village chief, do you know what happened in this village twenty years ago?"
As soon as he heard "twenty years ago", the village head's eyes immediately changed. He was shocked at first, and then said earnestly: "Twenty years ago, there were indeed strange things that happened here, but that's all in the past, you young people I know people are very curious, but it's better to inquire less about this matter."
"Then..." Yang Cheng wanted to ask something, but Song Gui stretched out his hand and interrupted him.
Song Gui put away the equipment, and said politely to the village chief, "Thank you for today, we're done shooting here."
The village chief waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, you can come to me if you need it."
Several people thanked and left here.
On the way, Yang Cheng asked strangely: "Xiao Song, why didn't you let me finish the question? The more they keep silent, the more interesting this matter is. We can't give up such good shooting materials."
He Mingde replied for Song Gui: "It's not like we're only staying here for one day. There will be opportunities in the future. The village chief doesn't want to say that we can still find someone else. We can't be kicked out by the village chief because of this, and the loss outweighs the gain."
Li Jiapeng added: "Besides, we still have to prepare for the night shoot. To be honest, I think the abandoned yard feels creepy. Believe in ghosts or not, we should pay our respects before going."
Lu Chu didn't participate in their conversation, but looked in the direction of 7 inadvertently. 7 felt something, looked back at him, and nodded at him.
For some reason, Lu Chu suddenly felt relieved.
The author has something to say:
At first, I thought that when I got home, I would be able to write happily with nothing to do, but I didn't expect that in addition to preparing things for the New Year, I also had to guard against the occasional surprise attacks of my parents.
I am typing—
The mother pushed the door open and entered: What are you doing
Me: code... code text.
My mother was curious: what kind of text, show me it.
Me: ... Fuck, Fuck
The author died at the age of three and a half.
Heartbroken hahahahaha