Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"Grandfather, I, Meng Jianjun, have never paddled in singing and dancing for ten years. I have worked hard in acting. Every fruit I give you is fresh and in season. Please bless my show with a bit of water, bless you..."

This is what I do every day, to worship my grandpa.

My grandpa is different from others. He is not a memorial tablet, a photo, or a graveyard, but a pair of hanging paintings, which are tied on a pink sticky hook right in front of me.

It's not that I like pink. The sticky hook was left by the previous resident. For this reason, I called the hotel staff to let them see that I didn't damage the hotel wall, so don't ask me to lose money.

As for how I got this painting, it’s actually nothing special. It’s the only thing left to me in my grandfather’s will.

Before my grandfather died, I rushed back from the studio thousands of miles away to see him off. He took my hand, trembling, and said this sentence.

He said, dear grandson, you must remember to visit and enshrine the painting every day, and your luck can be reversed when the opportunity comes.

It stands to reason that, as a good young man in modern society, I definitely shouldn't believe these ghosts and gods.

But when a person is about to die, the words are mysterious, and I have been in the entertainment industry for ten years, and I have been tepid. The most common thing people say is that I am almost lucky, and I really believe it.

That day, my dad gave me the painting, and I was not in the mood to look at it at all. After about three or five days, I helped the old man deal with the funeral before I was able to care about it.

The moment I opened the picture scroll, I was dumbfounded.

If someone else's family uses a painting as a family heirloom, it must be a Shakyamuni, or at least a Guanyin Bodhisattva. This one in my family is good, it is a portrait that has not been signed.

In the painting is an ancient man, dressed in a black outfit, visually at least [-], his eyebrows and eyes are vividly depicted, like a wild wolf that has been robbed of food.

I searched the Internet, not any historical figures.

At that time, I thought, a picture of a portrait without a name, and my grandfather had to spend a lot of time writing it into the will, and I didn’t die until the confession was finished. It must have a special meaning, for example... the people in the picture It's my grandpa!

It's not that I'm rash, I need to have a subject when I think about offering sacrifices, the person in the painting is so handsome, I don't suffer from calling him grandpa.

The entertainment industry is such a superstitious circle, I never forgot to bring this painting with me even when I was filming.

I took five apples and made an offering to my grandpa as usual. I took down the white pear that was offered yesterday, wiped it twice with a paper towel, and put it in my mouth.

Don't ask me why I eat tributes. Asking is cyber superstition. Believe it or not.

"Grandpa, don't mind." I muttered as I ate, "In order to have a movie, I lower my value every day. Don't bother with me about such trivial matters, or I won't be able to pay for you."

I'm not talking nonsense, although I'm in the entertainment industry, I really don't make any money, the main reason is that I'm confused.

When I was [-] years old, I participated in the draft, but the company didn't pay me, so I was rejected in the first round.

I went again in the [-]th year. This time the company charged money, but it was not enough. They sent me a slot script. Seven people made their debut, and I was eighth.

Later, I transformed into an actor and played the role of the male lead and the second fire. After eight years of wasting time, I became a fool who could hardly act without a salary.

After ten years of debut, I am still an amateur when I come back. Tell me, can I be rich?

Stop talking, my cell phone rang, answer the call.

"Hey?"

"Brother Meng, the rain has stopped. The director told us to go up the mountain. You pack up and we'll be leaving in a while." The assistant Xiao Yang was on the other end of the phone, speaking quietly.

"Got it, right now."

I'm filming the male N number of "Falling Sword Jue" in Nancheng, a costume drama, and the current filming location is a mountain forest.

Coincidentally, there was a heavy rain before the start of work, and the mountains were full of dirt roads. It was unsafe on rainy days, so the director postponed the start of work. Now that the rain has stopped, I have to go to filming.

In fact, there was nothing to clean up. Xiao Yang carried all my belongings. I pulled out a coat from the mountain of piled clothes, took off a new pair of socks, and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

It's not bad, although I'm not supported by the red energy, but at least I have the aura of my grandpa, right?

But as soon as I came out of the bathroom, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

The room in front of me completely changed its appearance. The entire bedroom was filled with smoke, and the visibility was close to severe haze. My first reaction was that it was on fire, but the smoke alarm did not go off.

There is a problem with this smoke.

I covered my mouth and nose with one hand, and fumbled for the bedside landline with the other hand, trying to call the front desk to deal with it, but I bumped into something unexpectedly.

I didn't care at first, after all, I have been filming in Nancheng for three months, and the room is full of clutter.

But walking forward, the unknown object I bumped into followed me like a shadow, blocking my way.

My heart sank, and I tentatively touched it with my hands. The object lying in front of me was soft or hard, and it was still warm. When I bent down and took a closer look, it turned out to be a human forearm.

Haunted in broad daylight?Cold sweat immediately covered his back.

In the middle of a dilemma, I suddenly thought that Xiao Yang had my room card in his hand. He probably came to urge me. It turned out that he was scaring himself. He worshiped his grandpa too much, and he really thought this was a spiritual world.

"Is that you, Xiao Yang? It's just in time, please call the front desk of the hotel for me, it seems to be on fire."

He didn't respond and stood motionless in front of me.

It's okay to be dull at ordinary times, but he was stunned in an emergency. I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but the smoke in the room dissipated around the feet.

what's the situation?

My field of vision gradually cleared up, and I realized that the person standing in front of me was much taller than Xiao Yang, and I had to look up to see his face, so I stepped back and looked up.

It was an unfamiliar face, but he was wearing a crew costume, and it was a very well-made costume, maybe it was someone I didn't know.

Due to this guess, I didn't dare to offend when the door was broken into. I tried my best to be polite, "I'm sorry, teacher, is my door not closed tightly? Why are you in...my room?"

He didn't answer, just glanced at me blankly, then looked around the room.

"This teacher, did the smoke escape from my room?" I guessed, "I'm sorry, teacher, I thought it was a fire, but the smoke dissipated after a while. I'm sorry to bother you."

However, he still stood at the same place, slowly frowned, clasped his hands together and saluted, "How can I explain it, dare I ask you, brother, where is this?"

"Uh... Nancheng International Hotel." When I spoke, I felt the corners of my mouth twitch.

I have seen someone who is into the play, but I have never seen someone who is so into the play. In the new era of socialism, what classical Chinese is spoken, he is not embarrassed, I am embarrassed for him.

But I have never seen the role of "He Shi" in the script, it should be a teacher of group acting.

"You... just arrived in Nancheng?"

I think there is no problem with what I asked. I don't know the name of the hotel, and I went to the wrong room. It's not just arriving.

But he didn't seem very satisfied, and his brows frowned even deeper.

"Nancheng?" He tilted his head slightly, with a puzzled expression, "Brother, does this place... belong to the territory of Dachong Kingdom?"

"Huh?" I was more puzzled than him.

This Mr. He is from the crew next door. His country is not included in the world view of "Falling Sword Jue".

Moreover, even if he just arrived, even if he didn't read the name of the hotel, even if he misremembered the room number...

How can there be so many in the world!Is this man playing tricks on me?

Before I could ask, the phone at the foot of the bed rang again, and then I remembered that I was going to start work. I was just a small role, so I must not be late, and I must not make the already scarce resources worse.

"Brother Meng, our car has arrived, have you got off?" Xiao Yang was a little anxious at the other end.

"Here we come, right away!" I hung up the phone, zipped up my jacket, and looked at the strange man in front of me, "My teacher, I'm going to film a movie. I don't care if you went wrong or because of something. Let's talk about it later, sorry!"

While talking, I pushed He Shi out, and after going out, I shouted "Goodbye, teacher" and hurried towards the elevator entrance.

When I passed the corner of the corridor, I looked back, and he was still in front of the door, looking around.

Look at this posture... he won't be my illegitimate meal, right?

Forget it, give him a chance, if I see him again when I come back, I will call the police!

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