Zhang's Ancestral Hall.
Rows of oil lamps were lit in the clean ancestral hall. In the dim light, the tablets of the ancestors of the Zhang family were blurry, making it hard to see clearly.
This is the ancestral hall of Zhangjia Town.
At night, the crew had a scene to shoot at the entrance of the ancestral hall. This was something that the director team and the old patriarch of the town had begged for a long time before they agreed to let them film it once. Therefore, the entire crew worked very hard and hoped that the filming could be successful in the first time.
Ning Huanxin doesn't have a role here, she's just here to fill in the role.
This town is called Zhangjia Town, and most of the families in the town have the surname Zhang.
Ning Huanxin borrowed a set of clothes from Zhang Yan before going out. Although she was a little thin, she could still wear it. The little girl was very enthusiastic and lent Ning Huanxin a red windbreaker.
The gorgeous red color is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
In order to become familiar with each other as soon as possible, Ning Huanxin worked very diligently to help the prop guys move the furniture. When carrying the chair into the ancestral hall, Ning Huanxin clearly felt that it was much colder inside the ancestral hall than outside.
It's so cold, really, really cold.
"Sneeze!" The prop guy on the side couldn't help sneezing and subconsciously tightened his thick coat.
"Why is it colder in this room than outside?"
"Shhh." The people on the side shook their heads at him and pointed to the tablet not far away: "This is an ancestral hall, where countless ghosts are enshrined. How can it not be cold?"
While talking, the two people's expressions changed and they quickly ran out of the ancestral hall.
Ning Huanxin, who was walking at the end, always felt like there was a pair of eyes looking at her from behind, and those eyes were very deep and sharp.
who is it
Ning Huanxin turned around suddenly. The ancestral hall was empty, with only rows of oil lamps flickering. Ning Huanxin frowned and glanced at the rows of memorial tablets in the ancestral hall. She didn't notice anything strange. OK, she turned around.
"boom."
At this moment, the sound of something falling to the ground suddenly came from behind.
Ning Huanxin turned her head again and saw a spiritual tablet falling on the bluestone ground.
Ning Huanxin's body froze in place. She hesitated and was about to go back when her arm was suddenly grabbed.
"Why are you still here?"
Jiang Lixing's voice suddenly came from the side.
"I… "
Ning Huanxin opened her mouth and pointed behind her: "There is a spiritual tablet over there..."
The bluestone ground is empty!
"What's wrong with the spiritual tablet?" Jiang Lixing glanced at Ning Huanxin's hand and found nothing.
"Forehead."
Ning Huanxin's palms were full of sweat: "Maybe... I'm dazzled! This place is eerie and I'm very nervous. I get dazzled easily when I'm nervous."
"Okay, you're new here. You need to learn more from the seniors about how to act and how to position yourself for the camera. Come on, I'm just about to leave the show. I'll take you over there to have a look."
Jiang Lixing seemed to have a surprisingly good temper. Ning Huanxin's mood quickly calmed down after being pulled by her male god.
The two people came to the filming site. Because Jiang Lixing was the second male lead in this drama, he had his own special place to rest, and the people in the crew were also very polite to him.
He took Ning Huanxin directly behind the camera and explained the filming techniques to her in a low voice. The two of them were so close that Ning Huanxin could smell Jiang Lixing's scent.
It has a light, inexplicable fresh smell.
"What perfume did you use?"
Ning Huanxin suddenly asked.
This smell is so special, once you smell it once, you will never forget it again.