little master [entertainment circle]

When Yu Qing heard it, she froze there.

Pei Yu lowered his voice because he was concerned about the people around him.

Like a gust of wind, it casually brushed over Yu Qing's ear and then dissipated.

But the wind cannot be grasped, but Pei Yu can.

So after a moment's pause, Yu Qing quickly clicked on the phone's recording software, her eyes sparkling: "Say it again!"

Pei Yu was silent for two seconds.

It was Ah Wen who saved him.

I don't know why, as a woman who has been sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard for a long time, her physical strength is actually better than Director Xia.

The moment she appeared, Yu Qing quickly put away her phone and introduced, "Teacher Wen, this is my brother, Pei Yu."

Ah Wen looked at Yu Qing, then at Pei Yu, showing a mysterious smile: "Well, Mr. Pei, hello."

She didn't reach out, just nodded.

Pei Yu also nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

Ah Wen came over, and Yu Qing couldn't make a fuss about asking Pei Yu to say it again so that he could record it, so he walked between the two of them and climbed the long steps obediently.

After the crew arrived at the Taoist temple, Director Xia greeted Pei Yu out of breath.

Pei Yu just nodded his chin, and his attitude was not even cold, it just meant that he didn't want to talk at all.

Director Xia didn't mind either. He went to the logistics side to set up the equipment, and he waved happily at Yu Qing, motioning to Yu Qing and A Wenlai: "I haven't been able to find a satisfactory one for the well in the novel. It was later I remembered that there is a well in this Taoist temple that is just right, and I asked the owner here to confirm that I can come to shoot, so I came here."

As he said, the old Taoist over there walked over leisurely in Taoist robes.

Director Xia greeted: "Guanzhu Zhang."

The old man smiled, and when he saw Pei Yu and Yu Qing, he paused obviously: "..."

He rubbed his chin: "I told you how to do some fortune-telling to find out that this production team is destined to be with me. It turns out to be Yu Xiaofu's production team."

"Not my crew." Yu Qing corrected: "But I am an actor of this crew."

Director Xia was a little surprised: "Do you know each other?"

Yu Qing nodded: "I met once before."

The old Taoist laughed: "My little lucky master and I are so destined."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yu, who had been silent all this time, glanced at him lightly with downcast eyes.

I still remember that the veteran Pei Yu who crushed his two chess pieces stared at him without fear, and then looked at Yu Qing and the others with a smile: "What are you playing?"

"That's what I told you, the actors in our play want to borrow that well." Director Xia said, "Yu Qing has to shoot in the well."

The old man said ah, showing a bit of hesitation: "...that well is sealed."

Director Xia didn't believe it: "I'll go and have a look."

The old Taoist couldn't stop him, so they walked straight there, and saw a well in the backyard of the Taoist temple, not far from the place where the Taoist priests lived.

There is a heavy stone slab on the well, but it is not sealed, just push the stone slab.

"Isn't this unblocked?"

Director Xia patted the slate with satisfaction: "I have traveled to many places, but this well here is big enough to meet our requirements."

The old man put his hands behind his back and dared not speak.

Sensing his silence, Yu Qing tilted her head slightly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The old Taoist looked at the well: "...not very safe."

Director Xia: "???"

With a question mark on his forehead: "That's not what you said when I contacted you. You said you can borrow it. And we have hired professionals to ensure safety and nothing will happen. Your well has no water Isn't it?"

The old man still didn't speak.

He said in his heart that if he knew that it was Yu Qing who came to film the film, then his Taoist temple would be razed to the ground, and he would not borrow it.

It was Pei Yu who asked calmly, "Are you going down the well for filming?"

"Yeah." Yu Qing signed the confidentiality agreement and couldn't say too much: "There is a famous scene in the novel that is in a well of a Taoist temple."

Pei Yu glanced at the well, which was big enough to fit two people at once: "Be careful."

Yu Qing bent his eyes: "I know. There will definitely be a safety rope hanging by then."

The old man silently glanced at Pei Yu, and sighed in his heart: "All right, if you want to borrow it, just borrow it."

Yu Qing always felt that the old man was a little bit avoiding the well, just as he frowned and wanted to ask, he saw the old man walking away leisurely with his hands behind his back.

When he and Yu Qing passed shoulder to shoulder, he even sighed: "Troublesome autumn, troublesome autumn."

As if, reminding him of something.

The man with his hair shaved into a round inch walked out of the passage accompanied by the police officers. When he entered the slightly crowded room, he subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look at the policemen sitting on the desks. .

And not far away, a man with a hippie smile was being reprimanded by the police opposite him: "What are you smoking in public, pinch the cigarette for me!"

There was a scar on the man's eyebrow, and he looked a bit ferocious, but his attitude was not fierce. Hearing this, he immediately extinguished the cigarette in his hand: "Look at me."

The man has a pretty good appearance, but he looks a bit like a hooligan: "Didn't you forget where this is? Sorry, sorry."

Another policeman glanced at him, and said in a good tone: "Which brother of yours who has been released after serving his sentence, are you here again? Why don't you come to us to get a card? You yourself just left the detention center two days ago, and you are here today." Pick up."

The man with the scar quickly waved his hand: "No, no, this is not a waste of public resources, you are busy."

The policeman who went through the formalities handed him the things: "Zheng Hao, take a look, is it him?"

The round-inch man who heard his name raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet the gaze cast by the man with the scar.

The man with the scar grinned, "It's him."

Zheng Hao said, "I don't know you."

The scarred man took Zheng Hao's cell phone and IDs that were impounded by the police back then, and put them in his bag, without any intention of giving them to Zheng Hao: "Coincidentally, isn't this the first time I see you too?" .”

He took out a small card from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Hao: "He asked me to come."

The police didn't care about them, so the man with the scar was not afraid that someone could see the name on the business card.

And Zheng Hao sneered almost instantly: "Did he not let the assistant who was with him come?"

"Hey." The man with the scar hooked his shoulders, half-forced to take him out: "Boss, you are busy. Let's go, brother treats you to dinner. I have been in this prison too, and the food has faded like a bird."

Zheng Hao didn't resist either, watching the scarred man wave goodbye to the policemen like a courtesan.

After getting into the car, the man with the scar said: "I have prepared money and a new mobile phone for you. There is a new calling card in it, and I also created WeChat for you. WeChat added me. If it is not enough, let me take it."

Holding the steering wheel with his hands, he casually smiled: "You know why I gave you the money."

Zheng Hao sneered: "Hush money."

The scarred man admitted it generously, and then mentioned something vaguely: "There are more."

Zheng Hao didn't answer immediately, but opened the bag in his hand instead.

The bag is thin, only a mobile phone and a bank card.

"The password is the day you were imprisoned." The man with the scar smiled: "You don't remember?"

Zheng Hao's hand holding the bank card tightened instantly, his eyes flashed coldly: "How could I forget. How much money is in the card?"

The scarred man smiled slightly: "20."

Zheng Hao couldn't believe it: "Just 20?"

"I said it." The scarred man guided him a little bit loosely: "It's not enough for me to ask for."

……

After putting Zheng Hao in the urban area, the man with the scar finally picked up the phone that he had been chattering in his trouser pocket just now: "Please, Second Young Master Dong, I'm going to get down to business."

"What are you worried about? Leave this matter to you, but it will be difficult to handle. Leave it to me..." The scarred man said cheerfully, "You know what kind of trash I am."

"I have dealt with the police and the law for so many years, where have I never tasted prison food? You can rest assured. Not only can I handle this matter for you, but I can also send him back—"

"You also advise Mr. Pei to stop thinking about it. I have been washing my hands for so many years. Now that he has a family, why is he still murderous? Don't affect other children."

What was said on the other end of the phone, the man with the scar stopped for a while, and then chuckled lightly, his tone was still so incoherent: "Don't worry, it's not all about the scourge of the millennium, if you are fine, I can be fine too. "

"As for the scum, leave it to the scum."

Pei Yu didn't stay for long.

They didn't even have time to hold hands.

When Pei Yu rushed over, he really just met Yu Qing and walked a little way with him.

After returning from a business trip before, there were actually many things waiting for Pei Yu to deal with, but in order to accompany Yu Qing, this stupid gentleman didn't even have a step to think, so he just postponed all the itinerary.

This time, I took time out of my busy schedule.

Yu Qing was also busy with the crew, so he left.

The night after the script reading was over, Yu Qing couldn't sleep well.

I don't know if it's because the smell of incense in the Taoist temple is a bit strong, or because the words of the old Taoist are always haunting him, so Yu Qing simply took his mobile phone and prepared to go outside for a walk.

Then he accidentally saw the old Taoist sitting quietly on the stone slab pressing down the well.

Seeing him coming, the old man was not surprised, he just said: "The moonlight is good tonight."

He smiled kindly: "Did you sleep well?"

Yu Qing nodded honestly: "A little insomnia."

The old Taoist motioned for him to come over, so Yu Qing sat down beside him: "Can't you sleep too?"

"As I get older, I always feel a little restless when I sleep." The old man rubbed the slate lightly: "I've been pretending to do things these days, and I can't sleep even more."

After he finished speaking, he laughed again: "Did you just think I was going to jump off?"

To be honest, Yu Qing really thought that someone was going to throw a well at first glance.

Seeing that he was silent, the old Taoist laughed loudly and said, "Then you can rest assured that I won't do such a stupid thing if I don't become a fairy."

He paused, hinting: "But some people are not as open-minded as me."

Yu Qing was silent for a while: "This well...is it very special to you?"

The old Taoist shook his head: "It's not me, it's a child."

He said softly: "A child who almost stayed at the age of 15 forever."

Sensing a little sadness on his face, Yu Qing wasn't sure if he wanted to ask any more, so the old Taoist asked him: "Would you like to hear me tell a story?"

"It may be a story with no beginning and no end."

Yu Qing: "If you want to speak, I can be a listener."

The old Taoist smiled: "There is a 15-year-old boy. When he came here with his adoptive mother, he learned of the death of his biological mother."

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感谢在2021-09-0415:53:51~2021-09-0511:13:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 100 bottles of Quehua; 10 bottles of Mutang and Tangtang Tangtang; 2 bottles of Yuruoyouzhou; today is still in Shuhuang, and 1 bottle of Chuxia Qianzhi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!