Chapter 1:

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The filming work of the TV series "Jumbo" is coming to an end. Most of the characters have already been killed. The rest of the people will go to Yantang Village to shoot the remaining scenes. Hundreds of ancient dwellings remain in this village, including some ancestral halls, theaters and other buildings during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, all of which are well preserved.
The local city government always wanted to develop here, but it did attract the crew to shoot.
The car stopped in the parking lot at the entrance of the village, and the crew of the crew came out.
Lan He got off his baggage with his luggage. The mountain was much cooler than the mountain. He was wearing a dark blue sweater and dark overalls. Because of the role, Liu Hai was almost covering his eyes.
In this scene with few male characters, he is barely a male number five. However, as an eighteen-line small transparent, the company and the crew did not equip him with assistants, of course, personal experience.
Lan He didn't mind. The crew rented a residential house as a place to live. The next journey had to be done. He chatted with Cheng Hai, the photographer in the group. The two met in this group. Although they had different types of work, they were both fellows, and they shared similar interests. After two months, they became friends.
The roadside are all Qing-style buildings, and the crew sent people to survey the scene, but the village cadres they received were still skilled in introducing them to everyone: "There are two lions carved here, one big and one small, the lion too lion, Homophony teacher and teacher, we have been officials here..."
Lan He looked down. No wonder he chose this place for framing. The preservation was quite intact. He had repaired it, and he used traditional techniques to find old craftsmen, keeping the original taste.
Village cadres continued to brag that the ancestors of the official had invited Guiguzi descendants to watch feng shui and design ancestral houses. Everyone laughed, and then the snacks that follow wherever they go should have a relationship with ancient emperors and celebrities. Never mind.
Even if the crew disbanded a lot of people, there are still a lot left. With the sound of firecrackers and noise in front, the walking team slowed down.
"Hello!" Lan He rubbed his nose and heard the word from the front of his mouth: "Someone in the village passed away and was performing a funeral..."
Out of respect for the deceased, everyone bowed their heads as they passed by, and some bowed, and the speed of travel slowed down naturally.
The sight was blocked by the crowd. When Lan He walked to the front, he saw that one side was an open space with a coffin, a coffin, a table of eight immortals, a photo of the deceased on the table, and a long beacon with electricity and paper on both sides. Tie boys and girls. In front of the table is an iron basin. Some people are burning paper and the fireworks are lingering.
At the main road crossing on the other side, a few young and middle-aged people tried to stand tall paper streamers.
There are no objects to climb here. They tried to support them with wooden sticks. The streamers had four sections, so they had to be assembled and erected. But I don't know why.
The villagers talked unscrupulously:
"Baner won't light up? Dutiful son spends money?"
"Who knows why the streamers can't stand up..."
With such remarks, the filial piety of the family becomes more difficult to look.
Cheng Haidong bowed his head in vain and whispered, "What is that, how can't you stand up for a long time?"
He rarely experienced traditional funeral customs, and Yantang Village still retains a very old funeral etiquette.
Lan He said: "It's a gold and silver streamer. It's a rare large piece of funeral paper. It costs thousands of pieces. It usually has to stand at a conspicuous intersection."
The boss of photography is also nearby. He heard Lan He's eyes surprised and said, "You are young, and you know this? Last time you and Dongzi drew lots, or did you pick up the e-signature drawn with your mobile phone, and you didn't even want to pay a dollar Yes."
Lan He: "... There is no need to repeat it in full."
Cheng Haidong also mumbled, can a dollar be deceived.
Lan He glanced at the paper pierces again, and he was quite nostalgic and said: "My grandpa used to pierce these before. This kind of big piece is not something that every family is willing to buy, and it can't be pierced several times a year."
As it turned out, the boss of photography nodded, "Well, the old custom, this streamer is a blessing for the deceased, and if you can't stand up, you will provoke gossip... Hey, it has nothing to do with us, who knows what's going on, go. Right."
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Although the rented accommodation is an ancient-style dwelling, there are people living all year round, except for the fact that the lighting is not good, and the conditions are passable. After Lan He finished his salute, he watched Cheng Haidong enter his house, and they lived next door.
Cheng Haidong was nibbling chicken loaves where he didn’t know, and said, "Isn't it originally planned to take a night show in a residential house at night? The location seems to be on the other side of the intersection of Lingtang. I just heard that the director is discussing this... …"
"Will it adjust?" Lan He asked.
"I don't know, maybe." Cheng Haidong replied.
After dinner, I received a temporary notice and the shooting tonight was cancelled.
"It is estimated that the director is still afraid to disturb the deceased." Cheng Haidong said, "The night show has been postponed, waiting for the funeral to be completed there. The notice is being changed, and work will start in the daytime."
It's just yesterday that people are turning their heads. The Lingtang is located near one of the shooting locations. They didn't expect it in advance. In this industry, there are not many people who have taboos. They would rather delay the start of work. This result is not too unexpected.
"Come with me to buy a pack of cigarettes." Cheng Haidong greeted Lan He, who was a smoker. There is a small shop in the village, at the main road junction.
Lan He complained, "Does your elementary school still allow your classmates to accompany you to the toilet? It's quite mature now."
It was casually said that people still accompanied Cheng Haidong.
He came to the vicinity of the Lingtang again. At this time the night had just come. According to the custom, the main house had to keep a vigil. This was just the beginning. Several of Xiao Xiao’s children and grandchildren at the intersection tried to stand the streamers again, and they didn’t seem to want to waste the large pieces purchased for thousands of dollars.
Cheng Haidong murmured to himself, "Why haven't you stood up yet."
Lan He thought that if it had been pushed in the opposite direction, it would be really difficult to erect the flagpole.
Cheng Haidong went to the shop to buy cigarettes, and he disappeared without paying attention. When he came out, he saw Lan He coming out of the hall and said in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Lan He glanced back. "It's nothing. It's embarrassing to stand here, and I burn incense to the old man."
The quality of the fragrance is not good, the powder is uneven, and he even smells a musty smell.
"That's it?" Cheng Haidong lost his head and scratched his head, "...Is I going?"
Lan He: "Haha, all right. Let's go."
At the door, Cheng Haidong said, "Wait, it's really delicious to get two chicken feet next door."
The crew of the crew hired women from the village to do the cooking, and concentrated on the next door, because there was a well outside to facilitate them to wash their vegetables.
When he arrived at the door, Cheng Haidong squeezed his eyebrows to make Lan He speak. He had to pass by once during the day, and according to his experience, Lan He spoke more highly.
Several women in the yard were preparing the ingredients for breakfast tomorrow. Lan He tapped on the door twice and asked politely, "Sister, can I buy two braised chicken feet?"
Although a few elder sisters didn't know Lan He, he was handsome, especially with clear eyes and a sweet pear vortex when he smiled, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"What else can I buy? I made a big bowl of my own, which is much more marinated than it is now, waiting for the elder sister to hold you a few..." Someone immediately wiped his hands and went to get him secret chicken feet Too.
Lan He keeps up and wants to give money. Several women have started to talk about his situation, how old, must be an actor, any scenes filmed, do you have a girlfriend...
Cheng Haidong sighed. Sure enough, after seeing Lan He, the big sisters would open their hearts in three minutes.
Lan He was absent-minded about those problems, staring at the chicken feet.
The porcelain bowl with chicken claws looks a bit old. The chicken claws are cut in half. They are thoroughly marinated, ruddy and attractive. They are dotted with dark onion ginger, dried chili, dried leaves, salty The fresh, rich fragrance came.
One hand suddenly grabbed Lan He's wrists reaching out to the chicken feet. The elder sister who chose the dishes mysteriously said: "Boy, you must be careful at night. The yard next door lived before the old Song who fell down yesterday."
The half cigarette held in Cheng Haidong's mouth didn't smell right now, "grass holding", this heart was open enough, "how is your village, this house is still rented to us? Which one does he live in?" "
"Lao Song and his son rented the one in the east."
"Mo have to scare them. Young people don't believe this now. And the house was freed two days ago. He fell down in the little son's house."
"We couldn't have said anything... this village is settled..."
Sisters, you said to me that although the deceased had lived, they did not breathe there, but they were also the residences of their lifetimes.
Cheng Haidong lived in the east side. The housewares in that room would not have any relics used by the old man... He unconsciously bit a cigarette and went to see Lan He, he saw Lan He still staring at the chicken feet Look, "Hey? Are you still there?"
"Yes." Lan He's eyes were reluctant to move back. "You look for the drama crew to see if there is any other house. If it doesn't work, I will change the house with you."
His tone was very casual, and Cheng Haidong felt that he was making a fuss, and he was really scared by the big sisters. But he thought about it, and he still didn't feel very good, so he went to the drama crew to change the house, but unfortunately people were too busy at this time, and he was stunned.
Lan He said he had to do what he wanted. He had to sleep in another room with Cheng Haidong. Cheng Haidong was even more embarrassed. By saying this, he was a little taller than 1.8 meters tall, but he was more delicate than Lan He. …"
"Hello!" Lan He sneezed again. "It's okay, change it."
It's said that it's not strange, but it's self-defeating. Lan He is like doing things better than him. Cheng Haidong shyly studied the fans who have seen the tour: "Thank you brother, are you cold? Be careful!"
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Cheng Haidong changed to the house in Lanhe, which was originally not a bedroom, and did not know what he did. He put a lot of tea, all of which were grown by himself, and many people in Yantang village cultivated tea.
Because the room was rented to the crew, a simple steel bed was placed, but Cheng Haidong, who is accustomed to the crew, did not pick at all.
To say that there is any inconvenience, it is that this old house got the door from the toilet.
There is no light at all in the village at night. There are only dark yellow bulbs in the yard. People in other rooms in the same courtyard do not know whether they have fallen asleep. The surroundings seem to be very quiet. But faintly, Cheng Haidong heard drum music floating in the distance again...
It's the sad music of Lingtang, except for this, there is no other voice.
Cheng Haidong raised a goose bump, comforting himself that he could not be scared to death. He turned to see Lan He's house where the lamp was still on. He suddenly felt more relieved and grabbed the toilet and went back to the bed.
Go to sleep, get up tomorrow and move bricks.
Cheng Haidong was half awake and half awake. He only felt cold on his body. He touched it and tried to find the air conditioner to raise the temperature. Suddenly I heard the old man coughing quite hard, with a leaky voice, "Cough! Cough!"
He woke up at once, but his eyes were still open, and he only felt his face numb. Where did the sound come from, he dreamed, or the sound insulation was not good, and some villagers passed by.
Cheng Haidong turned to think that the room had no air-conditioning at all, and at most he was sober during the day. But it shouldn't be so cold, it's almost chilling underneath, getting colder and colder.
Although his eyes were closed, he felt inexplicably dark and depressed, as if there was a hood covering his head.
Ding. This is the tea set sounded. Wow, the sound of pouring tea. Crunchy, the bamboo recliner was also pressed to make a noise.
The sound seemed to be close at hand, and it was obviously a lifelike movement, but it made people hairy. He wanted to get up to call for help, but he was too heavy to stand up, and he completely forgot what the names of the crew were... I couldn't think of anything, and I couldn't say a word.
"Tuk Tuk."
Unexpectedly, the door was knocked.
The whole world is suddenly bright, Cheng Haidong is like going ashore suddenly from the water, the facial features suddenly clear, opened his eyes, and truly woke up.
I only felt that the vest was soaked, and I only heard the heart beating in my ears, full of strong fear.
Just now...
"Old Cheng?"
It is the voice of Lan He.
Cheng Haidong mobilized 180 pounds of bone and flesh, and even crawled out of bed to open the door. When he saw Lan He, he wanted to cry, "Brother, this room is really..."
Real evil!
But he did not dare to say these two words, saying that he could not talk about those words at night. After a while, he was afraid that he might provoke something.
It's the first time that many stories have been told in the past.
The state of not being able to wake up just now is not like an ordinary nightmare. It reminds him of the legendary ghost press, although he is not sleeping in the old man's house.
Wait, it’s said that the old man feels less, and the old man is not happy to go to bed and drink tea in the next room?
......It's really embarrassing, people are unlucky to drink cold water and stop their teeth! Why did he change this house!
"You have nightmares? I heard you talking in dreams, so loud." Lan He said, "Are you going to sleep in my house?"
"No!" What if the old man drank enough tea and wanted to go back to the bedroom?
"Don't stay with that house, just find someone to make up with. Really, I just...you know?" Cheng Haidong said with a white face, whether he was standing at the door, or was vain, "I'm going to find Lao Chen sleep."
Lao Chen is another photographer in their group, and they are also in the same yard. Everyone works the same time. More importantly, Lao Chen has practiced martial arts before. He heard that these people are full of fire and are not afraid of those evil gates.
"Okay, then you go...Hello!" Lan He took a step back.
"You must be careful, don't catch a cold." Cheng Haidong was bold enough to think about Lan He. How could he feel that he hadn't listened to his words? I'm afraid he would have a nightmare. Cheng Haidong ordered anxiously to knock on the door of Lao Chen and was put in the house after being scolded.
Lan He watched him withdraw his gaze, and slid his hand in front of his nose and mouth.
At a very young age, Grandpa took him to the funeral of a distant aunt. He asked Grandpa if his aunt would come back. Grandpa tells him that when a man is dead, his aunt will come back to see you.
He said, what if I fall asleep, how do I know if my aunt is coming.
Grandpa said, then smell it, smell the smell of paper dust, that is, my aunt has returned.