The handsome man in the entertainment industry

It's been a long time, and I haven't even encountered a ghost, even if I want to find a local to inquire about it..."

The man paused, because at this moment, three cars were driving towards him along the winding mountain road.

Soon, the three cars followed a Buick.

At first Director Zheng thought they met someone sent by the village to pick them up, but the man who called himself Xiao Xiao was going to the village just like them, and he was even more unfamiliar than them—because he I got lost!

Director Zheng couldn't imagine, with such a winding mountain road, where could he get lost?The point is that this man's skin was about as thick as the corner of a city wall, and he joined their convoy without hesitation, and Da Lala followed behind.

But they had no reason to drive people away, so they had to pretend that they couldn't see it.

Ruan Mudeng sat alone in the last row of the bus, and couldn't help but look back at the Buick behind him.

When the convoy stopped to negotiate with the driver, he didn't get out of the car, so naturally he couldn't hear what they said.He only glanced through the window glass, and felt that the driver was inexplicably familiar, and he always felt that he should have seen him before, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember where he had seen that person before.

Ruan Mudeng has been very smart since he was a child, and he can read books at a glance and never forget. Anyone he has ever met, even after many years, he can clearly recall the details of the meeting, even the person who said at the time I can recall everything verbatim.

Except once.

That was when he was six years old.

Because he was still young at that time, his father ordered him not to go into the mountains to play.

But on that day, Ruan Mudeng remembered that it should be October [-]th of the lunar calendar. When he got up at night, he found that the door of his brother's room opposite his room was ajar, and there was a gap. He looked inside curiously, and found that It was empty.He simply entered his brother's room and came to the window, just in time to see his brother secretly open the courtyard door.

Ruan Mudeng back then was still too young to understand what "fear" was.

He was only curious, and because he had just learned a set of boxing, he felt that his skills were very good, so he slipped out quietly, tailed behind his brother like a tail, and entered the mountain in the dark.

After that, he felt as if he had experienced a chaotic dream, and he couldn't remember anything clearly.

He seemed to have passed out on the mountain. He had a high fever for several days and almost died of illness.After tossing for a week, the fever finally subsided. He hugged his father, who looked like he was 20 years older, and cried hoarsely, but his father just patted his back and told him to forget everything.

I don't know if it was the reason of his illness, or his father's consolation had an effect, but he really forgot everything about that night, and he couldn't even recall any clues.

It's just that after that, his originally lively and cheerful elder brother became taciturn, and his father's health became worse and worse. The lamp withered, weakened and died.

His father was only 40 years old when he died.

Ruan Mudeng shook his head slightly, temporarily expelling this memory from his mind.

He couldn't tell what the relationship between the man in the Buick and his lost memories was, and it was just an almost intuitive premonition that made him feel that this man seemed familiar.

Chapter 2, 02, Deserted Village [-]

The sky had gradually darkened, and after eight o'clock, the convoy finally entered the boundary of the destination, Xijia Village.

The crew of the film crew had already had enough bumps on the road. When the convoy stopped at the entrance of the village, everyone rushed out of the car, and the excitement of finally being relieved was beyond words.

"Why is this village so dark?"

Someone in the team raised a question.

"Fuck, is this really here?"

The male protagonist Zang Jianing pointed at the dilapidated tile-roofed houses in the distance by the light of the car lights, and his voice was almost roaring: "Is this kind of place possible to live in? Don't talk about people, even a ghost There are no shadows!"

Indeed, as far as a village is concerned, it is indeed too quiet here.

After all, it was only eight o'clock in the evening. In a place connected to water and electricity, it was impossible not to see even a little light.

"what happened?"

The fan in Director Zheng's hand slapped, and he asked the assistant director beside him angrily, "Didn't you say that you have already contacted the village chief? It's fine if no one comes to pick it up, and now you can't even see anyone." What's up?"

"This... this... the mobile phone lost signal half an hour ago, and the phone has been unable to get through..."

The expressions on the faces of the two assistant directors were ugly. Anyone in their early forties was scolded and scolded, but Director Zheng had a lot of prestige, and the situation at this time was indeed too weird. They were not at all upset. He didn't dare to reveal it, so he could only wipe off his sweat while sending the chores to look around the village.

Soon, except for a few well-known actors, the rest of the crew were sent to the village in twos and threes to find someone.

"Hey!"

Director Zheng glanced around angrily, and caught a glimpse of Ruan Mudeng standing motionless beside the car like a telegraph pole, and immediately became furious, and roared angrily at him, "What are you doing there stupidly? Go help find ah!"

Ruan Mudeng frowned slightly, but didn't refute anything, just turned around silently, and walked towards the dark village.

"Hey wait!"

After walking a few steps, he heard someone greet him from behind. The voice was clear and seemed to have a faint smile. You don’t even have a flashlight, so aren’t you afraid of falling into a ditch with this black light?”

Ruan Mudeng turned around and saw the man driving the Buick, holding a flashlight in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Not afraid." Ruan Mudeng shook his head, then looked up at the sky, "The moon is bright tonight, I can see it."

The man let out a long "Oh", didn't mind Ruan Mudeng's blunt tone, still maintained that crooked smile, walked a few steps to catch up with the young man, "It's okay, I'll go in with you to have a look. "

Although Ruan Mudeng is not sociable, he is not stupid. On the contrary, he is not only smart, but also very sharp.

Although this person joined their convoy later, it is said that he was also a visitor to the village, but there are so many people in the crew, he has always been the most inconspicuous one, even if the other party really wants to make friends with someone, it doesn't matter. They shouldn't have found him.

"You want to go with me?" Ruan Mudeng directly expressed the question in his heart without beating around the bush.

"Of course," the man nodded, the corners of his crescent-like eyes became more distinct, "because you are the most handsome."

As he spoke, he pointed to himself again, and said shamelessly: "I'm also pretty good-looking, wouldn't it be nice for my companions to look good?"

Ruan Mudeng was speechless for a moment. Although he knew it was an excuse, he couldn't say anything more.

The two exchanged names as they walked, and after asking Ruan Mudeng's name, the man pointed to himself and said with a smile, "My name is Xiao Xiao, Xiao He's Xiao, Xiao He's chic."

Ruan Mudeng didn't respond, and the two fell silent. On the empty gravel road, there was only the sound of their footsteps almost overlapping.

"Are you a native of Qishan?" Xiao Xiao waved the flashlight at a nearby house, signaling Ruan Mudeng to go in and have a look together.

Ruan Mudeng frowned, and asked in doubt, "How do you know?"

"I guessed it!"

Xiao Xiao smiled and replied: "I am a freelancer who specializes in folklore studies. I have visited many places in this area before. You are from Ruanjia Village. After all, this surname is not a common surname, and the males in Ruanjia Village Most of them are tall and handsome, which match your appearance quite well, so I just guessed casually, but I didn't expect to be right."

"Have you been to Ruan's Village?"

There was vague suspicion in Ruan Mudeng's tone.

The man named Xiao Xiao in front of him seemed to be only 25 or [-] years old, not a few years older than him.

Although Ruan Mudeng has never been to the city to study, it does not mean that he has no common sense. Folklore can only be learned after college. Inside.

Ruanjia Village is a very small and closed place. The total population of the whole village is no more than [-]. Especially in the past ten years, many young and middle-aged people have gone out to work. Often there are only old and weak women and children left in the village. Everyone knows each other very well. Whichever household has visitors, within two hours, the neighbors will know everyone.

And Ruan Mudeng has always had a good memory, as long as he is a stranger from the village, even if he met him from a distance, he will never forget it.

But no matter how carefully he recalled, there was no such person in his memory.

"Hey, isn't the door locked?"

Xiao Xiao didn't answer the young man's question, but unscrewed the door of the private house, swung the flashlight inside, and went straight in.

Fortunately, the power was not cut off, so Xiao Xiao reached out and touched the wall, found the chandelier switch, and pressed it with a "snap".

The tile-roofed houses in the village have very high roofs. The so-called "chandelier" is really a wire hanging down with a light bulb hanging from the end.The wattage of the light bulb is not large, even if it is on, the lighting in the room is not good, but for them, it is much more reliable than wandering around the room in the dark with only a flashlight.

The main house is very small, and the furniture is very simple. There is no one in it, and all the belongings, household appliances and daily necessities have not been cleaned up, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the table.

"The valuable things are still there, it's not like moving