soul collector

As soon as Lu Xinrong entered the room, his gaze was attracted by the soul-collecting flag, and he said in surprise, "I never thought you like playing darts."

Tang Xiu forced the corner of his mouth to smile when he heard the words, "This isn't a dartboard, it's mine...a piece of mural, it's old for many years."

"Mural?" Lu Xinrong couldn't help but glanced at it again, and nodded when he saw the fringe flying up from the hem, "It does have the charm of an old thing."

Tang Xiu smiled, Lu Xinrong was a little abnormal tonight, he never had anything to say when he had nothing to say.Sure enough, he exchanged some pleasantries and said, "Today you told me that you know Chinese medicine, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you said."

"That's right." Lu Xinrong licked his lips, and said slowly, "If people are stupid, what should they do?"

Tang Xiu was taken aback when he heard the words, "Stupid? How stupid?"

"Fever burns my brain. I can understand very basic words, but sometimes I can't listen to anything and just laugh. The body is still coordinated, but I can't communicate and lose my ability to behave."

Tang Xiu never expected that Lu Xinrong came to consult for such a condition, he thought about it and said: "Stupidity after high fever has existed since ancient times. Classical Chinese medicine uses acupuncture to unblock the blood vessels, but it is very rare to truly successfully cure patients. I also know a little bit about Western medicine. The situation you mentioned should be that the comprehensive language area of ​​the brain is damaged, and the cerebellum and brainstem are not damaged. In this case..." Tang Xiu paused, "How old is the patient?"

"Is it related to age?"

"Of course." Tang Xiu smiled helplessly, "If you are very old, I would recommend finding a reliable Chinese medicine practitioner and persisting in acupuncture all year round. Although the effect is slow, it is more conservative. But if you are still young and want to plan for the future, it is better to send it to a big hospital for treatment." Experts come and study the cure."

Lu Xinrong didn't answer, he looked to the side and was lost in thought, his brows were filled with melancholy, after a long time he sighed and forced a wry smile, "Thank you."

He refused to reveal too many details, and Tang Xiu didn't ask too many questions, he just smiled and said, "Senior, rest early, your role is important."

"Yeah." Lu Xinrong turned around, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Will Director Jiang want to make a similar funny commercial drama in his next film?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Tang Xiu was taken aback by the question, "I don't know about this, he never mentioned it."

Lu Xinrong grumbled, and said with a smile, "Director Jiang thinks highly of you. I thought he was here to talk to you about future cooperation."

The ancestor raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly: "Let's talk about the drama we collaborated with before. Director Jiang himself is the biggest investor. There are still some activities that I hope I can participate in."

"That's it." Lu Xinrong said with a smile, "It's normal for the director and actors to move around a lot. Thank you tonight, but the production crew is full of people, so try to keep this matter a secret for me."

Tang Xiu's heart was full of insight, and he only said in a warm voice: "Don't worry, senior, there is nothing to publicize about small personal matters."

Lu Xinrong hummed, relaxed a bit, said good night, and left.

After about 5 minutes, Jiang Qiao came in, "He has already returned to the tent, I saw him go in."

Tang Xiu hummed, "How about Kexin?"

"Okay. I went to look outside the tent that the little girl and her assistant shared. There were lights on and two people talking."

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't hear it clearly, but I heard it and laughed. This matter is indeed a little tricky. A girl of six or seven years old and an old man in his thirties have nothing to talk about in the middle of the night." Jiang Qiao sighed, "Lu Xinrong asked what are you doing?"

Tang Xiu said exactly what Lu Xinrong said. Jiang Qiao took off his clothes while listening. The weather was too cold. A certain director quickly got into bed and said, "He showed too much concern for Kexin today, so he came to ask for advice again. How to treat a burnt fool, asked him the age of the patient and still evaded answering, could it be a child he knew who was about the same age as Kexin, and that child burned into a fool?"

"It's possible." Tang Xiu sighed, "It's true that most of the people who can burn their brains out are children."

Jiang Qiao patted the bed, "Stop thinking about messy things and go to sleep, you have dark circles under your eyes recently."

"Really?" Tang Xiu was stunned for a moment, took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and said in a low voice, "Don't say it, it seems to be a little bit."

The lights were turned off in the tent, and the ancestor's body was a little cold under the blanket. A certain director came over and hugged him very consciously.

The old ancestor said: "Hey, I just realized it, why are you sleeping here?"

Jiang Qiao muttered in a low voice, "Shh, keep your voice down, it's not good to be discovered by others."

"Are you still afraid of being discovered by others?" Tang Xiu's voice revealed disgust, "The camp is not as good as the dormitory. If Li Ziping finds out, he will be nagging again tomorrow."

Jiang Qiao was also a little melancholy when he heard the words, and sighed, "I didn't say that, your manager is really talkative, and you are too good at talking."

The old ancestor hummed, "It's a bit."

"Why don't we fire him?"

"If you fire him, who will be my agent?"

Jiang Qiao said sincerely, "I'll be your manager. I'll check for you in whatever drama you take on in the future. You can rest assured, and so can your fans."

Tang Xiu heheed, "The planning is really good, I choose Li Ziping."

"..."

This night, the ancestor who has never worried much had a dream.In the dream, there were no people from this life, no Jiang Qiao, and no entertainers of all kinds in the entertainment industry.He went back to an innumerable time ago, wandering around with the sleeping senior.The senior is very calm and humble, and he gives advice on everything, which can let out the soul that was given to him.

Tang Xiu dreamed that he was drinking with his senior on the roof of a certain rich family, and he asked his senior, "What's it like to be a soul collector for more than [-] years?"

The senior smiled and said: "You will know when you are ten thousand years old."

"After living for more than ten thousand years, don't you care about nothing?"

The senior paused, and said with a smile: "The things that are cherished, the longer you live, the more you cherish them. For the rest of the trivial matters, just take it lightly."

Tang Xiu asked, "What do seniors value most?"

The senior didn't speak, but asked him instead: "What about you? What do you cherish most?"

In the dream, Tang Xiu didn't answer any more. In that life, he was trying to collect a ray of great evil that was rarely seen in a hundred years, and he was working hard year after year to get closer to his goal.The thing he cherishes the most is probably that ghost.

——It's just that he didn't tell his seniors, because he was afraid that his seniors would laugh at him for his petty appearance.

"Tang Xiu? Tang Xiu?!"

A certain unfamiliar voice that seemed to have been heard somewhere suddenly broke into his ears. Tang Xiu suddenly took a deep breath. It was as if he was deeply trapped in a peaceful dream. He sat up suddenly from the bed.

The other half of the bed was empty, Lu Xinrong was standing in front of his bed holding an ironed white shirt.

Tang Xiu was stunned for five seconds, "Senior?"

Lu Xinrong smiled, "Today's first morning show, forgot? There's something wrong with your costume pants, your manager is too busy to take them off, so I happened to bump into them outside and asked me to bring them in for you."

It was only then that Tang Xiu remembered that the first scene today was between him and Chen Fan.The two protagonists, Chen Fan and Lu Xinrong, are very full of scenes. Every day, they work hard and efficiently to finish filming the number of scenes on the schedule. If they are delayed a little bit, the day will be ruined. If today's filming is not finished If it is delayed until the next day, it will roll down day by day like a wheel.Tang Xiu has also been the protagonist, he knows the pain.

"Thank you senior, I'll be here in two minutes."

Lu Xinrong smiled and said: "I put the clothes here for you, there is no rush, the makeup artist will arrive in 10 minutes."

"Okay." Tang Xiu stabilized himself, but saw that Lu Xinrong was wearing tight clothes, "Senior, why did you get up so early when there was no play in the morning?"

"Oh, I have something to do. I took half a day off with the director and went down the mountain."

"so."

Tang Xiu got out of bed while answering.Even though he was an old bone of ten thousand years, he still couldn't help complaining about Li Ziping, a big-hearted guy. Do you really believe that Jiang Qiao can hold back and not come to him?He dared to let others into his tent early in the morning.Fortunately, that guy Jiang Qiao didn't know when he left first, otherwise he really couldn't tell.

Tang Xiu made the simple bed casually. It was very cold in the tent, and his whole body was frozen through when he got out of the quilt.However, when his hand touched the bed next to him, he froze for a moment.

hot.

In a split second, Tang Xiu suddenly understood something, and his movements stiffened involuntarily.

"What's the matter?" Lu Xinrong was about to leave, but when he saw the other person suddenly stopped moving, he turned back.

"No...how." Tang Xiu took a deep breath, and suddenly caught a sock thrown on the bedside out of the corner of his eye.

Those are... Jiang Qiao's socks.

Lu Xinrong followed suit and couldn't help but smile, "It's okay. I'm not a fan of yours. I'll see if you have a sock or something. In a film crew, when everyone took off their costumes during filming in summer, they all smelled of sweat. No one hates anyone."

Tang Xiu hummed, pretending to be calm and said: "Thank you, Senior, for not being disgusted."

"By the way, where's your dog?"

Tang Xiu suddenly felt a chill go down his back, but he didn't look flustered on the surface, he just smiled and said, "I'm too lazy to die, I guess I'm still sleeping."

Lu Xinrong couldn't help laughing, "You are a hypocritical dog, but you are very pampered. Oh yes, it usually likes to crawl under your bed, doesn't it? Let me see..." He said while talking When he was about to squat down, Tang Xiu pinched the back of Lu Xinrong's neck just as he was about to lower his head.

Lu Xinrong groaned, and the calm old man uttered an extremely unsteady cry of pain, "What... are you doing?!"

Tang Xiu tried his best to remain calm and calm, "Don't mind me, senior. Your cervical spine is too messy. If you ignore it, you will be in pain tomorrow at the latest. I'm good at massage, and you can see it right away..." The old ancestor After a pause, he lied without dignity and said, "I couldn't help it, I pinched it for you."

"Okay, okay." Lu Xinrong was in so much pain that tears were about to come out, he was in no mood to tell whether what he said was true or not, "Just squeeze it and it's almost enough. I'll make an appointment for a few treatments when this drama is finished."

"Okay." Tang Xiu let go, and Lu Xinrong took a deep breath, not to mention, he really felt a lot better.

"Senior, hurry up and get busy, I hurry up and go to make up."

"Oh, good." Lu Xinrong glanced at the time, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot about watching the dog, waved his hand and went out.

After Tang Xiu waited for that person to go far away, the originally gentle smile disappeared in an instant, and the old ancestor's face was ashen, and he said coldly: "Still coming out?!"