The wall is perfect

The sketchbook is Tong Yang's treasure, which records all his flashes of inspiration. It may be worthless to others, but it is definitely a treasure among treasures to him. Being so unreasonably asked for, Tong Yang immediately Displeased, "Why should I give it to you?"

Du Cheng turned to look at Ji Manzhai, "I'll grab it, will you catch me?"

Tong Yang: ...Is it really okay to say in front of him that you want to steal his things?

Xie Tiandi on the side also had a black line on his face, Ji Manzhai would agree that Du Cheng would be a ghost if he attacked a mortal.

"Yes." Sure enough, Ji Manzhai did not disappoint Xie Tiandi.

Du Cheng approached Tong Yang with strides.

Tong Yang is tall and thin, even though Du Cheng is much shorter than him, when Du Cheng approached him, Tong Yang was still a little scared, and of course he wanted to laugh. A cat with teeth and claws.

"Snapped--"

Du Cheng shot like lightning, and took away the sketchbook in Tong Yang's arms at a speed that Tong Yang didn't realize at all, and then "swipe" it over, and a short piece of film inside fell out.

Tong Yang hurriedly leaned over to pick it up, but Du Cheng picked it up first, and quickly threw the sketchbook back into his arms. Du Cheng held the film in his hand, and jumped back to Ji Manzhai, "I picked it up, It wasn't stolen."

Ji Manzhai glanced at him with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes.

Xie Tiandi was dumbfounded, this is okay?

Tong Yang became anxious, "Give it back to me!"

"I picked it up and it's mine." Du Cheng put his hands behind his back, as if he refused to return it.

Tong Yang was really anxious, his face flushed red, "That is a relic left to me by my grandfather!"

Relic?

His fingertips suddenly felt hot.

It was the piece of film in his hand.

"Let go of me! You bad monster! Molested—"

The sharp voice made Du Cheng frowned. He squeezed the film in his palm and said silently: "Call again, I'll let Ji Da burn you."

The film was persistent, "I'm not afraid, just come if you have the ability!"

Hey, what a rampant half-demon, even more rampant than him, Du Cheng kept kneading the film in his palm, and the film was rounded and flattened by him, but his mouth was not forgiving at all, and he chattered very loudly.

Xie Tiandi stopped Tong Yang, Tong Yang stretched out his hand to push him, and said angrily: "Who the hell are you? You robbed me for no reason. Is there any law in broad daylight?!"

Xie Tiandi smiled, "Kid, don't be angry, we will return this thing to you after playing for a while."

"Are you sick?!" Tong Yang couldn't help yelling, "I said it was my grandfather's relic!"

"Kid?"

The glass door was pushed open again, Fang Jing looked at the four of them, and asked in surprise, "Why are you together?"

In the conference room, Tong Yang and the three sat face to face, and Fang Jing sat at the main seat.

The film was what Du Cheng and the others wanted. Needless to say, it must have something to do with the "haunting" on the set, but Tong Yang is not someone who can be dismissed casually.

Fang Jing said wearily: "Mr. Du, Xiao Tong is the grandson of Director Tong Xuewen Tong, come to my studio to learn something, Director Tong is also my old partner, Xiao Tong, Mr. Du... is my very important friend, between you If there is any misunderstanding, just give me a face and don't care too much about each other."

"Sister Fang, I didn't want to argue with them," Tong Yang felt wronged, "They stole my grandfather's belongings."

Fang Jing glanced at Du Cheng and the others.

Du Cheng hesitated, it seemed that it was not suitable to talk about monsters with humans.

"Tong Yang, isn't it?" Xie Tiandi said without any surprise. He and Ji Manzhai were used to cooperating in this matter, so he just opened his mouth, "You should also know that the crew is not peaceful recently."

Tong Yang's anger still persisted, "Yes, I know."

Fang Jing looked embarrassed, she thought she had done a good job of hiding it.

Xie Tiandi slowly said, "The set is haunted..."

Tong Yang's eyes widened suddenly. He suddenly understood what the other party wanted to say, and then he slapped the table angrily, "What do you mean, my grandpa has been dead for several years—and how could he destroy the set? He cherishes the most It's a movie!"

Fang Jing could understand Tong Yang's anger best, and she quickly comforted her, "Little Tong, they didn't mean that." She looked at Du Cheng again with questioning eyes, is it Tong Xuewen's ghost?It doesn't make sense, "I have a good friendship with Tong Lao, and we have never had any conflicts."

Tong Yang heard it, he got up and pushed the chair away, and said angrily: "Producer Fang, I don't know where you found these magic sticks. Put the hat on my grandfather's head, I can leave if I feel in the way, please return my grandfather's belongings to me!"

"Young people are so hot-tempered," Fang Jing said with a headache, "Little boy, sit down first...Master Du...Master Xie...can you explain the current situation?"

Fang Jing didn't hide it anymore, and pointed out directly that it's useless to hide the truth anyway, and everyone who should know knows it.

Thank you for letting Tong Yang vent the anger in his heart, and then continued: "Of course a person will go to reincarnation after death. Mr. Tong is highly respected. Since he has passed away for many years, he may have lived a good life in a wealthy family now. gone."

Life and death reincarnation is the simple fantasy of the Chinese people about the afterlife. It is best that evil will be rewarded with evil and good will be rewarded with good. Xie Tiandi's words are in an awe-inspiring tone. Good words are always comfortable to listen to. Tong Yang calmed down a little.

"A man is a good man, so what he leaves behind is not certain."

The gentle Xie Tiandi's face was extremely cold, Du Cheng kept his hands behind his back and did not let go, Ji Manzhai raised his hat, and three eyes shot at Tong Yang at the same time.

Tong Yang's back felt cold.

What's left... that piece of film?

Tong Yang said with difficulty: "That's not something left by grandpa, it's something I kept secretly."

One of Tong Xuewen's works was a semi-finished work. Before he died, he had a last wish, hoping that his dependent grandson Tong Yang would burn that work to him after his death.

"I know grandpa is not reconciled. He often said that the filming will be finished even after death, but how is this possible?"

Tong Yang was reluctant, so he secretly kept a piece of it and hid it in his sketchbook, as a preservation of his grandfather's will, and also hoped to inspire himself.

A sharp voice sounded in his ear, Du Cheng listened intently for a while, then looked up at Tong Yang, his eyes were very clean, "You appropriated your grandfather's script for the crew, didn't you?"

Tong Yang looked shocked, and Fang Jing was also surprised, "Little boy!"

The script of this movie was created by several screenwriters, including Tong Yang.

It is precisely for this reason that Fang Jing asked Tong Yang to stay on the set to study, not because of the so-called old friends, she is a businessman, and she talks about business.

If Tong Yang is as talented as Tong Xuewen, Fang Jing doesn't mind nurturing him well, but Tong Yang doesn't seem to be very talented in film and television directing, so many years after Tong Xuewen's death, Fang Jing only because of Tong Yang's idea of ​​the script this time Contribution gave Tong Yang a chance.

Could it be that Tong Xuewen was dissatisfied with his script being used by his grandson, so he deliberately made trouble?

Thinking of this, Fang Jing suddenly felt creepy, as if Tong Xuewen was looking at them gloomyly at this moment.

Tong Yang was dumbfounded. He was the only one who had seen the half of Tong Xuewen's posthumous works. How could Du Cheng know? !

Are there really ghosts and ghosts in this world?

So many things happened to the crew, is it really because of him?Tong Yang sat down slumped, unable to speak for a long while, before standing up and bowing to Fang Jing, "Sister Fang, I'm sorry, I used some unpublished plots of my grandfather in the script, I want to let his old man's unfinished idea I'm really sorry to be able to appear on the big screen, this is my own selfishness, I didn't expect..."

"He'll finish it!"

The voice in Du Cheng's palm was no longer sharp, but it was small and immature, like a child.

"He's very sick and keeps coughing," Xiao Film said in a soft, crying voice, "He's gone, I didn't catch up with him."

Du Cheng's palm relaxed slightly.

"It's his hard work, his creation," Little Film cried. "He said he would finish the filming. It's his stuff, and no one else can shoot it! He agreed with us!"

The hand behind his back stretched out in front of him, Du Cheng lowered his face, and the film in his palm was kneaded by him in every possible way, and it still looked brand new, but it was speckled like rain on a window.

The three of them took the film away, and they didn't explain it too clearly to Fang Jing. Fang Jing didn't dare to ask too deeply, but she also vaguely felt that this matter should be resolved. She didn't dare to use the script anymore, and she still had to call the screenwriter. Let's change it again, as for Tong Yang... She is very annoying, so let's talk.

Before leaving, Du Cheng and Tong Yang, who was downcast, went to the side to talk.

Tong Yang was very sad, "I didn't do it for myself. I didn't ask for my name in the screenwriter's joint signature. I really just wanted to present Grandpa's work in another form."

Du Cheng: "Then why don't you say this is Grandpa's script?"

Tong Yang: "I'm afraid they have concerns."

Du Cheng listened intently for a while, and said to Tong Yang, "Tong Zai."

Tong Yang's expression shook, his pupils dilated slightly.

"Grandpa believes that you are a very talented child. You are down-to-earth and have accumulated a lot of knowledge. What you need for a sudden flash of artistic creation is solid accumulation. If you calm down, your achievements will not be worse than mine."

Du Cheng's tone, speed of speech and even the southern accent when speaking are very similar to Tong Xuewen.

No, it’s not like, it’s Tong Xuewen.

Chemotherapy has tortured the already unhealthy old man to death. The only thing he worries about is his dependent grandson. He can no longer make a sound in his throat, but he keeps repeating what he wants to say to his grandson in his mind.

It is his unfinished work left in the world, with infinite possibilities, to shoot the splendor that belongs to his own life.

Xie Tiandi leaned against the wall and licked the lollipop, "Tsk, I found out that he likes to strike up a conversation with handsome guys."

"Pa—" the back of the head was flicked hard, Xie Tiandi hugged his head and grinned.

"You like to talk nonsense." Ji Manzhai said lightly.

Thank God: "..."

The three of them got into the car, and Du Cheng sat in the co-pilot, holding the film with both hands, and it was still raining on the film.

"Do you want to find him?"

The small film sobbed, "Think."

It carried Tong Xuewen's wish before death, Tong Yang's nostalgia for his grandfather, and its own wish. It wanted to see him too much, so it was full of obsessions, dazedly opened its mind, and inadvertently interfered with the filming of the scene. It doesn't feel like it's doing something wrong because it was born for it.

"He is dead." Du Cheng said softly, "If you want to see him, you will die too."

"Without him, my life is meaningless. It is worse than death. If I can see him after death, then I am happy."

What if you die and don't see him?

Is it better to wait aimlessly, or is it better to rush to the end point that can't be reached regardless?

"Burn me up."

The little film stopped crying.

The old man's kind face appeared on the film. He wore a pair of thick glasses, his hair fell out, his face was thin, and his smile was warm.

"Without me, he couldn't finish filming."

In the courtyard of the Spirit Management Bureau, Ji Manzhai rubbed a golden spark with his fingertips, and the flame licked the film. The film, which could no longer be harmed by ordinary fire, slowly curled up, and gradually shattered into sparks in a cloud of smoke, floating in the air and blowing around. fall.

"It's gone too."

Du Cheng murmured: "Why can't monsters be reincarnated?"

Ji Manzhai: "The monster's previous life was not a monster, but it just committed a crime. When reincarnated, it can no longer be a human being."

After transforming into a demon, it was another endless karma.

The spiritual power of the half-demon in the air gradually dissipated, and Ji Manzhai frowned. He seemed to have seen a similar scene before.