"The experience that Old Chen just said was terrifying."
Xiaoying seemed to know that Yang Ye was impatient, and hurriedly explained: "He said it was easy to get lost on the mountain, and then he laughed from here when he saw the statue in the ruined temple, and then... hell, it's terrible."
Yang Ye was even more annoyed when he heard this, staring at the old Chen behind, "Old Chen, you can tell jokes."
"Yes, that's what I said." Old Chen seemed to know that the leader was upset and explained with a smile.
"Then you grew up leaning on a mountain, do you know the way?" Yang Ye suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and looked at the lush and green mountains around him. He turned around and said, "Old Chen, why don't you lead the way? What, I always can't get around this mountain, it seems to be wandering around."
"I think so too." The radio receiver next to him nodded hurriedly: "Let's not get lost."
"Ah—" Xiaoying screamed again when she heard this, covering her ears and said: "Don't scare me, I'm really lost? The story of Lao Chen just now is scary enough, woooo."
"Old Chen, you are here to lead the way." Yang Ye almost couldn't bear this hypocritical actress, and told Old Chen with a black face.
Old Chen hurriedly agreed to run to the front because the camera was very heavy and he was fatter and out of breath.
"I'll carry it." Yang Ye hurriedly picked up the camera, pointed to the front and said: "You come to lead the way, have you seen the trees here? I don't know why, I always think we've been here, probably It’s lost."
When Lao Chen heard the leader's instructions, he hurried forward to lead the way. Others knew that Yang Ye was not happy, and followed behind silently.
It went around like this, and then again. Finally, Xiao Li suddenly spoke, pointing to the willow tree opposite and said: "Brother Chen, we seem to have been here before. Why is this tree the same as the one that Director Yang just let us see? what."
Old Chen said "Ah" and stared at the tree for a long time. His expression changed a little. He turned around and looked at the crowd. Finally, his eyes fell on Yang Ye's face, and his eyes fell lonely and said, "Director Yang, this... Really turned back again.” As he said, pointing to a willow leaf on the willow tree, he said, “This willow leaf is a little red. I remembered that I had looked at it carefully at the time, so... I seemed to be really lost.”
When Yang Ye heard this, his heart became more anxious. He looked down at his mobile phone. It was already less than ten minutes. In any case, he was going to be late. He thought that this was a live broadcast, and it was a so-called one-shot. Time waits for no one. If he is late, this last opportunity is also lost-although he thinks that he is a bad film, a little perfunctory attitude, but at any rate, he has to live a good life.
"Then what to do?" Yang Ye turned around and asked everyone, "Who has a compass?"
"No." None of the few people expected this to happen. They glanced at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
"Ahhhhh, what can I do then?" Xiaoying has always been spoiled, and was already sweating after being tossed for several times. In the last few times, the assistant was carrying her on her back. At this time, she just came down from above and helped her to wipe her forehead. Sweat said: "Director Yang, it's not good, my makeup is removed."
When Yang Ye heard this, he added fuel to the fire, wishing to go up and kick her in the foot. However, after he had to bear it, he held his forehead and thought: "Why don't we look for a way to see if there is a way out? Yes, you won't get lost."
"Director Yang." Xiao Li reminded me cautiously when he heard this, "Oh, it's been less than ten minutes. If you turn any further, you will be late."
"I know."
Yang Ye suddenly roared, shocking everyone.
"I know."
Yang Ye seemed to be aware of the problem, so he took a sigh of relief and was about to explain a few words. When he looked up, he shivered suddenly—
The lush grass in front of me was missing, replaced by the corpses with stumps and fingers, section by section, piece by piece, covered in blood, soaking the grass, and winding all the way to this side.
"what-"
Yang Ye's eyes are black...
…
The sky gradually darkened, and the sun on the mountain was setting fast. Just now I could see the glow. After a while, my son had already fallen behind the mountain, and the mountain stream was also dark. The bushes were covered with a thin layer of gray gauze and stepped on. Rustling.
"Where is the Fengmen Pavilion, anyway?" Xiaoying saw that the sky was getting dark, and she was a little scared holding her arms.
"Yeah, you see how long we have been turning around, everything was delayed, and we didn't turn it out, how can this be done?" Old Chen carried the camera with a grimace.
"Isn't it lost?" Huang Han has always been spoiled, walking so many mountain roads is very difficult, but as a boy, it is difficult to be carried by the assistant, so he complained in his heart.
"Director Yang, Director Yang?" Seeing that Yang Ye was still walking forward with his head dull, Xiao Li hurriedly called out, thinking that this behavior was a little weird. The solution is really impossible, you see it’s getting dark, or it’s good for us to find a cave for shelter from the wind."
Yang Ye slowed down when he heard this, but he didn't look back.
Everyone looked at each other and winked at each other.
"I heard that Director Yang won international awards when he was young, but it was a famous box office poison." Makeup artist Xiao Chang fell behind and secretly spoke to Xiao Ying.
Xiaoying raised her head and glanced at Yang Ye in front of her, thinking of Yang Ye's indifference to herself, and curled her lips.
"That's why." When the radio operator Xiaosun heard this, he turned his head and whispered: "Proud man, he is downcast, but he seems to be arrogant for his self-esteem. Look at him like this, he often reprimands us, and loves to answer Yes, alas."
"That's it."
The two female assistants of Xiaoying next to them curled their lips and were about to speak. Suddenly they heard Xiao Li scream in front of him. Everyone closed their mouths quickly, and turned around the cliff. They saw Yang Ye and Xiao Li in a black ocean. The building stopped.
"Where is this place? Fengmen Pavilion?" Xiaoying saw the right place. She was shocked and walked quickly over. Seeing that the door of the western-style building is black, the decoration style of Chinese and Western is quite the style of the Republic of China. There are white lanterns hanging, and it looks like a few years, but the door is brand new, as if it had just been painted with paint. There are two golden copper rings hanging on the door, dangling with the mountain breeze.
"Who knows, it should be, or where did the old mansion come from here." Old Chen also arrived at this time, and saw that the western-style building looked very old and the black paint on it was brand new. He was surprised, but he thought about it. He thought, slapped his thigh and said, "Director Yang, there is no doubt that this is the so-called cover pavilion. You see that the house is already very old, but the door has just been painted. Obviously, it was made by the production of Wang. "
This seemed to remind everyone that Xiao Li took out his mobile phone and asked Production Wang with excitement. Who knew that he took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but there was no signal. He frowned, looked up at Yang Ye, and said, "Yang. Director, do you want to contact the production of Camp King? Is it here?"
"It should be." Yang Ye helped his headset and looked up at the black door. Suddenly he felt a red object on the top of his head, which looked particularly bright on the threshold.
"What is this?" Xiao Li also saw it, and pointed to the door.