Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

During filming, I leaned on a folding chair to read the script, Xiao Yang handed me a water bottle, and I went to pick it up, but he refused, with four large characters written in his eyes, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" I snatched the water bottle and asked.

"Brother Meng..." Xiao Yang hangs his neck, and tangles his two index fingers together, "Our show is a big production, and it is not easy to have a character, we have to try to make a good impression on everyone..."

Ah, I see, he should be talking about being almost late today.

He is good in everything, but he is timid, like a lamb, he always adopts devious tactics when speaking, and he will give up when he wants to talk. I am not the kind of entertainer who is not easy to serve.

But I can't blame him, who told me to be confused and unlucky.

If it is said that the entertainment industry does not welcome idols, then the actors who are transformed from idols are even more unpopular than idols.

If you're a top-notch idol, pretend I didn't say anything.

But I'm not, I'm a fool who didn't make his debut in the second round.

As the saying goes, if one person gains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

Correspondingly, one person is confused, and the team is holding their breath.

I, who was double-buffed by superimposed idols to actors, did not dare to offend any of the actors in the crew, and Xiao Yang, who was hurt, was also angered.

But I was almost late today on purpose, and it wasn't because of the strange smoke and the man. I forgot about it just now when I was filming, and now that Xiao Yang mentioned it, I started to feel something was wrong again.

The white smoke came and went only in a flash, and finally a man appeared out of thin air, a weird man who was too involved in the drama.

And that man seemed familiar.Tall, in black clothes, in ancient costumes, and appearing in the clouds...

A not-materialistic thought popped into my head.

"No way..." I straightened my upper body abruptly, startled by the speculation in my mind.

Xiao Yang stuttered from my fright, "What, what's wrong, Brother Meng?"

"Xiao Yang." I grabbed his arm in disbelief, "Tell me, is there really such a thing as ancestors appearing in this world?"

No wonder I think so, isn't that man in the hotel dressed like the grandfather in the painting?Although there is a little difference in appearance, it is only a little bit.

And that way, all the oddities of the morning can be rationalized.

Why speak classical Chinese, people are ancient people.

Why did it appear out of thin air? It was a manifestation of a god.

Why is the house full of smoke, because that is the special effect of my grandfather's appearance!

Feeling being stared at by a group of eyes, I turned my head, and it was Xiao Yang again.

He raised his hand, leaned over cautiously, and touched my forehead, "Brother... are you tired?"

"Tsk, I'm serious!"

He obviously regarded me as a fool, the kind who was poisoned by feudal superstition, and I slapped his hand away, and I gave him a curious look again, "Yang, our crew and the crew next door...is there a character named He Shi? ? The one in the black dress."

He squeezed his chin and thought about it, and I looked at him expectantly, please give an affirmative answer, and don't collapse my materialistic beliefs.

Then, under my expectant gaze, Xiao Yang lightly took out the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Brother Meng, I don't know about the crew next door, but our crew doesn't have any." He continued with a simple face, "Besides, the styling teacher of the crew next door is fresh, and even the villains are dressed in white."

Immediately, I covered my forehead and smashed it back into the back of the folding chair, my mind turned into a pot of pimple soup.

Because of this, I was absent-minded during filming that day, and I NGed several times. Thanks to the hero and heroine, they didn't memorize their lines.

It's not too late to finish work at night. I was thinking about my grandpa, and ran back without taking off my hood and make-up. I was in such a hurry that I almost got on the wrong car.

Lobbies, elevators, corridors, corners.

The man sat leaning against the door of my room, like a garrisoned goalkeeper, with his back straight and parallel to the door panel, and he was not dragged away as a drunk, which should have benefited from it.

I ran over quickly, stopped in front of him, watched him stand up neatly, and bowed to me again.

"Excuse me," he said.

In every gesture, the demeanor of the ancients is simply natural.This made my heart beat, I couldn't wait to ask for a certificate, swiped open the door, and rushed to the portrait of my grandpa.

Case solved.

The hanging picture on the wall fell on the table. I picked it up and unfolded it. There was no portrait on the vertical scroll, only a piece of yellowed rice paper, blank and clean.

There was movement from the door panel behind him, and grandpa followed in. He closed the door thoughtfully, with a somewhat apologetic expression on his face.

"Trouble."

The very magnetic bass made my hand holding the scroll tremble a little, and my voice trembled even more, "You... came out of the painting?"

He looked at the painting in my hand, and then at me, his eyes were exactly the same as when Xiao Yang touched my forehead.

He opened his mouth slowly, "I don't know why Xiongtai came here suddenly, and the reason for it is not very clear to me."

I was a little at a loss, trying to understand this matter from a scientific point of view, but... the ancestor's apparition, there is no way to explain it scientifically!

In addition, there is a more serious problem. The grandfather said that his name is He Shi, but my surname is Meng, so... I have been worshiping other people's ancestors for so long?

At this moment, I really wanted to dig out my grandfather and ask him why he asked me to enshrine other people's ancestors. Then I thought that my grandfather never said who the person in the painting was, so I hurriedly read a few words.

"Grandpa...ah no, Mr. He."

I was a little messy, so I took out a bench from the mountain of clothes for him to sit on, and sat at the foot of the bed at random, facing him.

"Thank you." He said two more words.

He flicked his skirt and sat down, his back still straight, his expression calm and generous, more like the owner of this room than me.

No, more like the owner of this room than the hotel owner.

Out of masculine self-esteem, or being influenced by him, I unconsciously straightened my waist, cleared my throat, and said with difficulty: "That...Mr. He? It's not convenient for me to ask, which dynasty are you from?"

"Dun Chao, a person who respects the country." He looked vigilant and his voice was low, "I am not a teacher."

"I didn't say you were..." I realized halfway through, the ancient gentleman and the modern gentleman really don't have the same meaning.

But what is the Dun Dynasty?

Fearing that I was ignorant, I immediately turned on my phone to ask for help, but according to the search engine, there was indeed no such dynasty in the history of our country.

What's the matter, he cheated on me?

I rubbed my knuckles against the tip of my nose, and looked at him with a puzzled face. His lips opened and closed, and he wanted to say something, so I asked him to speak straight.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty, since I entered the door, I have smelled grass and trees on Xiongtai's body, but is it the letter incense from Xiongtai?"

His expression suddenly became complicated, as if what he said next made it difficult for him to speak.

"I'm Qianyuan, if my elder brother is Kunze, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for me to stay for a long time."

He said that I have a grass smell on my body, which is normal. It is not a big deal to smell a little grass when filming in the deep mountains and old forests, but I couldn't understand a word of the second half of his sentence.

"What are you doing? Sorry, I only know about Qianlong." I laughed dryly, then picked up my phone again, "It's not a big problem, just wait for me to search."

In my last hope, I wanted to see if he was some historical figure.

Fear comes from the unknown. He is now the Avalokitesvara statue in the sea to me, but if he is a certain historical figure, then I will have a certain sense of security.

So I pray that Qianyuan is Qianlong's brother, but reason tells me that Qianlong's surname is Aixinjueluo.

When I pressed "Search", not only did I not get the answer I wanted, but it also opened the door to a new world.

In just a few minutes, I learned what abo is and what pheromone is. Qianyuan and Xinxiang in his mouth are another name for Alpha and pheromone in ancient times.

What is even more shocking is that in this He Qianyuan's world, men can actually become pregnant!He is not Avalokitesvara in the sea, but Avalokitesvara for sending children.

"I'm not I'm not!"

I quickly denied it, and tried my best to explain, telling him that in our society, those messes don't exist, I can't get pregnant, and he doesn't have to avoid suspicion.

He nodded his head thoughtfully, and seemed to understand, but in fact, just like I couldn't understand his world, he couldn't understand mine either, "So, you are mediocre?"

I:"……."

Me: "Just take it as me."

My world view has been impacted, God, I am more willing to believe in aliens and the Loch Ness Monster than my grandparents.