The leader is also in the entertainment industry

Mu Yuanxiu felt irritable.

Extraordinarily irritable.

This kind of feeling of loss with a big stone on his chest, but feeling empty under his feet is a feeling he has never experienced since he was reborn in this world.

To be precise, this is a feeling he has never experienced in his two lifetimes.

At the opening ceremony just an hour ago, he almost thought that he was going to die out of his wits.

Yes, today is the Ching Ming Festival on April [-]th, which is also the day when "The Way Back" starts.

Director Xu Jin, who is known for being naughty, neither yin nor yang, and maverick, chose to place the opening ceremony in the spooky Hu family ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is only opened two or three times a year, and because it is on the mountain, no one takes care of it on weekdays.The mountain is very humid, and when the door is opened, there is a musty smell that makes people's eyes hurt.

There was no electric light in this ancestral hall, even if a dozen kerosene lamps were all lit, the huge room was still flickering and gloomy.

What's even more dumbfounding is that the director, who was full of wild ideas, didn't abide by common sense, and canceled the ceremony of setting off firecrackers, killing chickens and offering incense, and even bought four paper-made "boys and girls" ".

Those paper-wrapped people are standing by the incense table, two on each side.The two boys were wearing green clothes with stand-up collars and melon caps, holding tea trays in their hands.The two virgins had their faces painted red, and they were dressed as maidservants, their bright red lips parted, and they smiled strangely.

The red and white band invited from the foot of the mountain played the suona and the dial, and the long-lost country mourning and music surrounded the main hall of the ancestral hall.

In addition to the excitement of the foreigner Leo, who was confused by the situation, he took out his mobile phone and took pictures, shouting: "Chinese traditional! Cool!", everyone else, whether it was the crew or the reporters who came to watch the ceremony, all turned pale with fright. , hands and feet are cold.

"Tai Shang Laojun, hurry as the law!"

In the blue mist, a Taoist priest with a steel seal in his left hand, a sword in his right hand, a purple summer crown on his head, colorful clothes, and heavenly steps appeared, finally pushing the farce to its climax.

As soon as the wrinkled Taoist priest appeared on the stage, the sound engineer cooperated very well to create a sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves, which frightened a certain actress standing on Mu Yuanxiu's left to the point where she rolled her eyes and passed out.

Before Mu Yuanxiu stretched out his hand to help, the Taoist yelled, and the big steel seal went straight to Mu Yuanxiu's face.

"Five stars suppress color, illuminate Xuanming. Giant beasts, subdue five soldiers. Five devils, die and die! Lonely ghosts, still not returning!"

The Taoist priest's eyes burst out, and he roared like a lion soaring to the sky at Mu Yuanxiu.

Mu Yuanxiu was about to push him away with a sneer, when he looked up and saw the five big characters "Urgently Ruling" on the steel seal rushing towards him like a golden net.

Suddenly Mu Yuanxiu felt his whole body go limp and his strength suddenly lost. The three souls and seven souls in his body seemed to be drawn away by the golden light, and cold sweat gushed out from every pore of his body.

Before Mu Yuanxiu collapsed to the ground, Wu Kaiyan, who was standing behind him, screamed and also "plopped" to the ground.

Wu Kaiyan's falling posture was too ugly, and he threw a row of soul-calling banners standing beside him to the ground, and knocked down the brazier that was burning ghost paper on the sidelines.

Immediately, the scene became chaotic, the fire extinguishers and the water rescuers ran around in a panic, screaming one after another, but no one noticed that it was wrong to knock him down.

Holding on to the wooden railing behind him, Mu Yuanxiu was dizzy and could only see the golden light in front of him.

The Taoist priest made all the fuss fly, remembering to do the trick well, and shouted at the brazier with his palms knotted: "The way of yin and yang will open itself, and all the mysterious and dark will return to their place. Lonely ghosts, leave quickly, don't miss it world."

Mu Yuanxiu was so startled by the not-so-powerful shout that his limbs trembled, his eyes were closed tightly, his hands and feet were limp, and he could only hear his own panting.

"Yuanxiu, what's wrong with you?"

Just when the leader felt that his soul was about to leave his body, a warm male voice came from behind him.

Mu Yuanxiu only felt that his forehead was covered by a big hand full of warmth and vitality, and then the other hand supported his almost limp waist.

"Yuanxiu, are you scared?"

Another male voice came in from the side.

Mu Yuanxiu slowly opened his eyes, and saw Cui Jingfan standing beside him and watching anxiously, with a hesitant expression with a bit of resignation.

But after all, he just stood there.

Following his gaze and turning back, Leo's flustered expression caught his eyelids, and when he looked down, it was his hand that was tightly pressed against his waist.

It was rare that he, who had always hated being touched by others, did not break free, but put his hand on his forehead, his face was like gold paper, and he was speechless for a long time.

Cui Jingfan looked at the foreigner who almost hugged Mu Yuanxiu in his arms, with an undisguised, caring expression that almost pierced into his heart like a knife.

But he didn't dare to take half a step forward under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Nonsense! Too much nonsense! How can I make a film in a while!"

In the end, the assistant director Cao Li couldn't stand it any longer. He called everyone to carry the frightened actresses, female reporters and assistants to an open place to rest, and grabbed the dancing sword in the Taoist priest's hand. Called to stop the suona gongs and drums team who were playing with their eyes closed, and only then stopped this near-runaway farce in time.

"Look at what you've done!"

Deputy Director Cao turned his head and stared at Director Xu.

This director Xu is also a strange person. Seeing the mess at the scene, he actually laughed and clapped his hands.

"Okay, okay! I just want this kind of atmosphere, I just want this kind of feeling!"

The few reporters who traveled across the mountains to watch the opening ceremony were scared to death at this moment, as if what they saw was not a whole film crew, but a group of isolated mental patients collectively locked up in the mountains.

Before the sun went down, the reporters all "fleeed".

Tomorrow's entertainment news, it is really unknown what form their drama will appear in the report.

The opening ceremony ended with the Taoist priests and the gongs and drums collective asking for salary. After a long time of quarreling, it was not until the afternoon that everyone calmed down and started filming.

"Come on, here it is."

Mu Yuanxiu was nestled softly in the recliner, and Leo mysteriously put a small paper bag into his hand.

"what?"

"Snacks. It was given to me by the village aunt when I went up the mountain."

Leo smiled softly, and in Mu Yuanxiu's eyes, that blond hair, which looked no different from the feathers of a little yellow chicken, reflected the brilliance of the setting sun at this moment.

It was as if he was wearing a halo on his head, so cute and dazzling.

Mu Yuanxiu opened the simple paper bag, put the snack on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

"It's the smell of wormwood...ah, it's the youth group."

"Youth League?"

Leo tilted his head in bewilderment.

"A small snack in the south of the Yangtze River... In the past, I tasted it when I was traveling in the south of the Yangtze River. It is indeed a specialty around Qingming."

Putting the Qing Tuan in his mouth, he took a small bite.

The unique aroma of spring wormwood gradually rises from the whole mouth.

Not slow or fast, not overbearing, with the unique gentleness and moistness of spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Fireworks in March, riding a crane down to Yangzhou.

On that spring day, Hao Peifeng took him all the way south from the thousands of miles of desert.

On the Qinhuai River, listening to the singer playing the pipa and singing Wu Nong's soft words that he couldn't understand but was very heart-warming in the painting boat, that person handed a delicate and small youth ball to his mouth.

Thinking of this, Mu Yuanxiu felt flustered again, and the green ball in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Yuanxiu, what's wrong with you, are you sick? Let me ask you for leave."

Leo anxiously got up to find someone.

"Don't go!"

Duanmu Jinghong didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

Maybe this house is too weird, or maybe the Taoist really summoned his soul out of Mu Yuanxiu's body. At this moment, he doesn't want to be "Mu Yuanxiu" at all.

He is "Duanmu Jinghong", that old ghost who died with regret.

Looking at this face, Mu Yuanxiu couldn't help stroking it with his hands.

Those thick and colorful eyebrows, that straight nose, that deep outline...it's clearly him.

"Hao Peifeng, is it you... why did you kill me? Why did you lead the Baidao people to surround me? Is it for the treasure of the Demon Cult?"

"Yuanxiu, what are you talking about?"

Leo leaned closer to his ear, listening hard.

"No, you are not him...he is dead, you are not him..."

Duanmu Jinghong looked at his fingertips - what those fingertips touched was a piece of vitality and warmth.

Yes, Hao Peifeng died, but he survived.

Resurrected from the corpse, traveled through a hundred years of time and space, and survived like a lonely ghost.

It seems that his road to rebirth is so magnanimous and wonderful.

Only when the dream came back to the extreme in the middle of the night and he looked up at the starless sky in the city did he realize how lonely he was living, a loneliness that was colder than snow.

In reality, he is wearing someone else's skin.

In the play, he acts out other people's stories.

So he's going to climb up.

In the beginning, it was for revenge on "Cui Jingfan".

After all, this man had nothing to do with him.

He admitted that he projected his hatred for Hao Peifeng onto this man who was not exactly innocent.

He used other people's bodies to avenge his own heart despicably.

So, what is the reason for his existence in this world?

"Five stars suppress color, illuminate Xuanming. Giant beasts, subdue five soldiers. Five devils, die and die! Lonely ghosts, still not returning!"

The voice of the Taoist priest who didn't know the truth seemed to still linger in the empty room.

Shuttle faintly on wooden beams, among stone pillars, carved railings and painted buildings and memorial tablets.

Calling him back to the place where he should go.

In a daze, he heard the director call his name.

He went out, put on the coat prepared by the costumer, and walked to the carriage prepared by the prop maker. ,

Recited the memorized lines, walked with the planned steps, and played with Xiao Ya, who played Shen Daiyun, out of her mind, and was scolded and scolded by the director again and again until she was scolded.

The first scene was so unsatisfactory, NG seven or eight times, and people around gave him understanding and sympathetic looks - this is clearly the director's nerves, frightened the actors into stupidity, and said something to help everyone better emotionally involved.

However, this director known as a ghost has always been deviant, and everyone dared not speak out.

Fortunately, all the reporters had already left, and fortunately, apart from him, some other crew members were too scared to recover, so no one took his abnormality to heart.

Mu Yuanxiu sat in his seat and watched Cui Jingfan come on stage.

It is also a scene of the young master returning home, but the performance is completely different.

"Master, please get out of the car."

The old servant of the Shi family came out of the house humbly, and stood beside a rather dignified carriage.

The carriage door opened slowly, and a hand in white silk gloves stretched out from inside.

The next thing that came out was a stick of stick and black leather shoes.

At that time, Chang'an hadn't appeared yet, but he designed three special props for himself.

The spotless white gloves represent his paranoia and cleanliness.

Stick's civilized stick means that he has also accepted the baptism of modern civilization.

The pure black leather shoes show the high degree of self-discipline of the young master of the Shi family.

Hearing the sound of "squeak" pushing the door, Chang'an, played by Cui Jingfan, slowly got out of the carriage, but only half of his face was pointed at the camera.

He raised his head, half-closed his eyes and looked at the house not far away, and straightened his top hat, which was not askew at all.

Then he turned around and called out to the old servant respectfully standing there, "Fu Bo."

Seeing this, Mu Yuanxiu's originally slack eyes tightened suddenly.

"Wu Kaiyan, the script!"

He yelled so hastily, Wu Kaiyan, who was a little slack standing beside him, was taken aback, and hurriedly handed him the script rolled up in his hand.

Mu Yuanxiu straightened up and turned the script to the page where Cui Jingfan appeared.

For this scene, there are only a few words in the script:

Shi Changan got off the car and greeted the servants.

Ten characters, including punctuation, are only twelve characters.

But Cui Jingfan played the role of God.

Three props, a turn around, and a line are just fleeting shots in the whole movie, but just in this shot, Cui Jingfan is already expressing the character of the character!

Self-discipline, cleanliness, highly educated!

And the order of appearance of those props, the angle of turning around, and the action of arranging the hat are all carefully arranged by him, which are not reflected in the script at all!

Even though he was just an actor, he did the work of a director!

"OK, pass!"

As expected, director Xu's satisfied voice came from the loudspeaker.

Ten years of acting career, nearly a hundred roles, big and small, and the title of actor.

He had never had any experience playing with Cui Jingfan, but at this moment, Mu Yuanxiu could only see his shocking acting skills from this simple scene.

Compared with him, the scene just now was a joke!

No, not just the scene just now.

Compared with Cui Jingfan, those roles that he played before, those roles that made him quite attractive, were all jokes.

He's just an actor.

And Cui Jingfan is no longer just an actor!

A long-lost enthusiasm erupted from Mu Yuanxiu's chest.

If acting is also a kind of martial arts, Cui Jingfan has already reached the peak.

But he only got some fur, and he was still complacent.

At this moment, Mu Yuanxiu suddenly understood what he wanted.

What is he living in this world for!

The author has something to say: I also worked really hard to get a little red flower, and I still code words even now when I have a fever. . .

This paragraph has been written and changed several times

What I want to express is the spiritual journey of the leader to get out of the confusion

The road to becoming a god is long, and revenge cannot be the only reason to support it

And people always grow

Mu Yuanxiu wants to become a movie king, surpass Cui Jingfan, honing his acting skills is the first

Well, just Jiang Zi, I fell asleep and my throat hurts