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1. Joys and funerals (1)
"she hugged me when I was about to leave. She dragged it on the ground, and I couldn't leave. Then I had no choice but to give it to her. "
On the surveillance screen, the suspect in yellow vest and handcuffs was talking.
He raised his right hand and shaved his chin, speaking a little carelessly, as if he were not confessing the facts of the crime, but chatting.
"with what? What tool did you use to attack the victim? " The young policeman clenched his fist and tried to control himself so as not to go too far.
He should be so angry, because he was looking for a suspect in the massacre of a family of three. It took them several years to find him, and when they found him, they were drinking in the stall downstairs where the murder took place.
Aware of the anger of the police, the young man sitting askew in his chair looked at it with strange smiles on his face.
"well, it's the folding chair next to it." He adjusted his posture slightly, arranged his clothes, and continued, "Damn it, that thing is not easy to hit. I just gave it a discount." It was like that at that time, dead or alive, so I had to find another bench. "
"Card!"
With a roar from the director, the studio was quiet for a moment, and the people grinding their teeth turned around, looked at the camera and thought, Oh, this is filming.
Looking back at the young man in the chair, he nodded and smiled at the crowd, and there was no more ferocious cruelty. Although the feeling of palpitations is still there, just don't feel hateful.
The assistant rushed over with a towel blanket.
Although there is air-conditioning inside, everyone is still freezing, especially for a few stars in single clothes, who have to perform three dog days of anxiety in the cold winter months, watching them all cold for them.
When I played it back, the director was very satisfied and greeted the hero with a smile: "teacher Ren has worked hard, quickly, quickly bring a bowl of ginger tea."
"that's very kind of you." The lead actor in a towel blanket has a quiet expression, shaking like a cat in the rain, even if a few warm lights are pointing at him, it is still cold.
Starring Ren Yifei, a handsome young man, is also an "old actor" who has been in the industry for more than ten years.
He is the ceiling of acting at this age. The most valuable actor in China has won two trophies, but he doesn't have the hobby to fan people with his nose. In real life, he is very low-key, young and old like him.
Of course, the director in the circle likes him mainly because he is conscientious and a desperate Saburo.
An actor who never let people worry about it, everyone said so.
"I still have some warm babies on my side. Take them and share them. Call. It's really cold today. " After taking the ginger tea, he said to his assistant.
The first few supporting actors gathered together, facing a heater, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet while chatting.
When there is a scene, the set is always so busy in small groups.
Just after the play, the supporting role took off his police cap and touched his forehead. On such a cold day, he was a white sweat: "I really thought he was a murderer."
Contempt for life, defiance of the king's law, makes people shudder.
"otherwise, he could be the movie star? It's a pity that they are so good-looking that they always delay acting. "
"isn't it just a delay? Teacher Ren has grown up in recent years, less and less like an honest and honest protagonist, and has no choice but to pick up some second leading men of perverts, psychopaths and murderers. "
"what a pity."
On the other side, Ren Yifei was already wrapped in a blanket and sat in the nanny car. he avoided it carefully so as not to rub off his makeup-he was so white that he put on a dark background makeup.
"I'll make up for my sleep, and the director will take a few more shots later, so call me then." Ren Yifei lay down sleepily and turned off the light on his side.
"you can sleep at ease. I'll call you if you need anything later."
"well, thank you for your hard work."
As soon as the assistant closed the door, the car formed a small private space full of sense of security, from the mat under his body to the smell he was familiar with.
All the artists with full itinerary have the skill of falling asleep anytime and anywhere. Ren Yifei fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.
He rolled up in a ball, showing only a tired face and a hand with scar makeup on the outside of the blanket.
There is a special red rope on the wrist, there is no shadow, but also shimmering in the dark.
"punk, are you awake? Why don't you get some sleep? "
There was a thunder in the calm dream. Ren Yifei sat up, and the next second his body was tilted and rolled down directly from the place of Rest, smashing heavily.
His fingers touched the gravel soil, the wind on his skin, and the pain of his tail vertebrae, all of which circled him.
Who called me?
What happened?
There was a flash of light in front of him, a faint smell of incense and candle burning in the air, and the sudden change of the environment made him recall some images he didn't want to recall.
Ren Yifei shook his head. Suddenly, his hand touched something, hard and smooth, like a business card.
Before he had time to think about it, a shadow was cast on him, and he looked up.
He was a young man who could not see clearly with the light on his back. he was about in his twenties, dressed in a civilian-style costume of the Republic of China, a faded straight-breasted coat and a patch at his elbow, showing economic embarrassment.
This costume is quite elegant, Ren Yifei thought consciously, but also felt wrong, this is not like filming.
At the moment the young man was looking at him with a look of amazement.
"come on, are you so timid?" He smiled and held out his hand, apologetically, with the stubbornness of the young man who refused to bow his head and apologize.
If this is acting, at least it is a golden supporting role.
Ren Yifei's lips were dry, he slowly held out one hand, the other gripped the unknown card in his hand, turned his wrist and stuffed it into his sleeve without a trace.
He stood up, flicked the dust on his body, and found that there were two humble 'cots' made side by side of two long-used benches covered with pulp.
The land is not cement or slate, but rammed soil, and there are one or two weeds in the cracks.
Wrong.
It's not the right season.
It was winter before Rest, but now it's warm.
It is not the warmth of the heater, but the moist and vital heat.
He was in an open place under the eaves, where a cool breeze blew away the unique dryness and heat of summer.
There are mosquitoes around the ear, but do not see mosquitoes, there seems to be chanting stereo, accompanied by if there seems to be no cry.
What he smelled was no longer the cold smell of the set, but the smell of oil and wax after burning candles, the rich scent of thread, and the smoke of jute paper in the air.
"what on earth is this place?"
Ren Yifei looked into the distance and his pupils contracted slightly.
The brightest place in front is a funeral hall, with elegiac couplets hanging on both sides, and white cloth swinging in the wind.
In the dark world, it is brightly lit, like the eyes of a black cat reflecting the fire.
Wake night?!
"you're a little strange." The young man looked at him, his voice lost its temperature, and his smile lost its temperature.
As he took a step closer, his face cracked like a dehydrated earth, staring at him with no white eyes, full of suspicion and inquiry.
Ren Yifei restrained his retreating instinct and slightly trembling hands.
"what's strange? you scared me." Now Ren Yifei calmed down and tried to speak in a familiar and intimate tone. "I was stunned by the fall."
As he rubbed the place he had just fallen, he pretended to be calm and frowned at the strange face: "what do you want me to do?"
This clay puppet-like man looked up and down, and Ren Yifei still looked unhappy.
A few seconds later, he smiled, his cracked face restored to its original appearance as a young man before.
"Liang asked me to call you."
When Ren Yifei knew that the first pass had passed, he twisted his arm and stared at the incoming man: "then you don't have to scare me, ah, turn around and get hurt. I'll ask you for medical expenses."
The young man could not help patting him on the shoulder: "you are delicate. I really don't know why the elders like you."
Yo, this also has its own cue, which seems to be an audition for directors when casting.
Ren Yifei pressed the hand of his arm and said tentatively, "I am good-looking and attractive."
The young man snorted, stared at his face and could not refute it, and pushed him angrily: "go, I'll get some sleep."
Ren Yifei touched his face, the face of the teenager: "wait a minute, you haven't told me what A Liang wants me to do."
"I want you to play cards," the young man lay down on the stool and shook his hand with his back to the hall. "or do you want to move things?" Forget it. "
After a few conversations, found out the opening plot and roughly figured out the character to be played. he was a beautiful, spoiled and delicate teenager with no patches in his clothes.
Ren Yifei stamped the young man as a 'good man' and walked forward.
In the middle of the front is the hall, and now it is the funeral hall. A bamboo shed has been temporarily built on the edge of the hall. A group of young people are playing cards, probably at a vigil. Most of the vigil in the funeral hall are descendants of relatives of the deceased, A Liang may be among them.
"Liang, what can I do for you?" Before he approached, Ren Yifei shouted and walked briskly, closer to the person given the information than at the beginning.
In front of the poker table, a young man with fifty-fifty hair raised his head and waved to him: "punk, you make me a match. You always lose the fight with Ah Jie."
The young man opposite was unhappy: "Brother Liang, you can't blame me for this. The limelight is not good."
The young people around began to booing, looking at an ordinary wake.
Ren Yifei walked over, and this group of young people all turned to look at him.
They were all painted faces, cracked eyes, and there were some gloomy things in the seams, as if something looked at his face with goose bumps.
Ren Yifei closed his eyes for a second.
It's so exciting.
Open again, these faces overlap with the sarcastic faces of the most demanding directors in the circle, picking and picking around the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.
I don't know which is more scary, but it's a familiar taste, so feel at ease.
"I'm still confused at the moment. When I wake up, I'll kill them later." With that, he squeezed in naturally and stood beside Ah Liang.
The wake around him hissed incessantly.
When the others heard the sound, they all turned their heads and found that it was just a group of young people playing cards and turned their eyes back.
"well, if you don't play this game, you'll change players." Liang touched the cards as he spoke.
Ren Yifei looked at it for a few times and said that if he lost, he could not blame the opposite side. If he wanted to blame himself, he would blame his hands for smelly smell. What kind of rubbish card is this?
While everyone was concentrating on the cards, he glanced left and right, carefully sideways his body, formed an angle with the bamboo shed behind him, and his fingers quickly pulled the unknown card out of his sleeve.
It's a rectangular card.
It is very similar to the magic cards and game cards sold at the school gate, which specialize in deceiving children.
The back of the card was black, like a square coffin, and the front was blank. After brushing his fingers, a line of rose gold words briefly appeared on it.
[one of the players is the ghost of the ghost, find it, or live for more than seven days. ]
Identity: player. ]
[role: night watchman. ]
Key words: happiness and mourning. ]
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