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"Act [-], Scene [-], Action—"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a middle-aged couple got out of the car, and several cameras followed them to shoot from different angles. Ye Weilin stood in front of the screen of the main camera, watching several pictures divided from different angles, calmly.

The woman glanced at the man tiredly, but said nothing.

After the man stretched his waist, he said to the young man who had just got off the latter with an excited tone: "Xiaojie, I finally arrived at my hometown."

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with an immature face and a slightly taller stature, but he was as thin as if a branch had just sprouted a bud.

He also stretched like his father, looked at the village in front of him, and said with some disdain: "What kind of crappy place, no internet, no air conditioner, it's going to be boring to death."

"Don't follow if you're bored." The man turned around and left, and the woman hurriedly followed, saying to the boy in a rather complaining tone, "You child, bear with it and pass."

The words were vague, as if a woman was talking to herself.

"Pass!"

Ye Weilin made an OK gesture, and everyone relaxed instantly.

"Director Ye, it looks like it's going to rain, why don't you go back and rest." The staff member with a clipboard came over and pointed to the dark sky and the sudden strong wind.

Ye Weilin glanced at the time on his watch. It was past five in the afternoon, and it was just dinner time.So I didn't force it anymore, let the crew call it a day, and went back to the village for dinner together.

As early as a week ago, the entire crew of "The Phantom of Hometown" moved to the shooting location. Because of the inconvenient transportation, the crew's board and lodging were integrated into the village. One item costs less.

The main actors that Ye Weilin found, except for Yin Lan, were all recommended by the school teachers. He called and invited them one by one. Most of them were very dedicated and their remuneration was very reasonable.

After carefully placing the equipment and props, dozens of crew members sat around several large tables in the main room of the village, eating farm food, talking and laughing with each other, and it was a happy scene.

Looking in front of him, Ye Weilin couldn't help thinking of the hardships of film preparation, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's all about human effort."

Fu Qi smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to hand him one, but Ye Weilin refused, "I'm in good spirits now, and I don't want to smoke."

He had no choice but to pass it to Yin Lan, and Ye Weilin frowned immediately when he saw this: "Don't teach him badly."

The hand that Yin Lan was about to take suddenly froze. He glanced at Ye Weilin, picked up the bowl silently, and continued to eat.

Ye Weilin glared at the two of them, picked up the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and said to everyone: "There are a lot of shots in the past few nights, so I will work hard for everyone. I am here to offer you a glass of wine. I can pass one by one!"

Everyone at the scene raised their glasses in agreement. Those who know how to drink drink a glass, and those who don't know how to drink tea instead of wine. There was no scene of forced drinking.

After dinner, everyone didn't rest for long, and started to set up the camera and place various props.

The make-up artist was touching Yin Lan's makeup, facing the boy's flawless face, her movements seemed to be very careful.

Ye Weilin stood by the side and looked at it for a long time, until the boy's ears were red, and then he said: "Can you make him smaller, there are a few pictures just now, it looks like an adult."

The make-up artist was a young girl, and she said with a troubled face: "He is already this tall, no matter how small his face is, it's useless, it will only make it more inharmonious."

"Please do your best." Ye Weilin thought of Yin Lan two years ago, and couldn't help but feel pity. It would be great if the 14-year-old Yin Lan played the role.

Although the difference is only two years old, the 16-year-old Yin Lan is too tall for the Xiaojie character set required by the script.

Yin Lan, who had her eyes closed, trembled slightly when she heard his words, and the make-up artist immediately sighed in a low voice: "Your eyelashes are so long and beautiful, like foreign European-style eyes, so beautiful."

The scene to be filmed tonight is located in the main room of the village where empty coffins are placed.

There is a local folk custom. Every old man in every household will keep a coffin for himself, and some funerary objects will be placed in it, such as paper money and red and white strings. Put it inside, cover the coffin board, and park it in the center of the main room for seven days, and if it is hot summer, it will be changed to three days.

After inquiring about this folklore, Ye Weilin couldn't hide his joy in his heart, because this is also the content in the script, and the actual scene is highly consistent with the script, which saves the trouble of making additional arrangements.

The villagers were reluctant at first, but they chose to compromise amidst Ye Weilin and Fu Qi's hard-boiled and sugar-coated shells.

For the scenes and shots of this scene, only three actors are needed, one is Yin Lan who has the most important role in the scene, one is the child who leads the protagonist into the main room and pretends to be a ghost to scare him, and the other is an actor who plays an old man who is dying.

In addition to Yin Lan and the old man, the child was a local child invited by Ye Weilin. He was about six or seven years old and was brought by his mother. He looked nervously and curiously at the crew members walking around.

Ye Weilin waved to him, signaling him to go over.

It is the nature of children to escape, and even though they are nervous, they still run over with a look of eagerness.

"Have you watched TV?" Ye Weilin asked.

"I've seen it a few times." The child replied with a smile, "but then the TV broke and was taken away by the junk collector."

"You will perform a part later, just like you used to watch on TV." Ye Weilin gently touched the child's head, and continued with the half-understanding eyes of the other party: "When this uncle picks up that board, you will Standing at the door of the main room, I said start, you run all the way here, stop at the position where the yellow line is drawn, turn your head to look at that brother, and want to laugh."

"At first, when you saw these coffins, you must have been terrified, but no matter how frightened you were, you would run in because you wanted to play tricks on the brother behind you, and you wanted him to be more frightened than you! So, you have to be a little scared at first. Scared, and then turned around, just about to laugh..."

Under Ye Weilin's patient explanation and guidance, the nervousness of the child gradually dissipated, and he followed the instructions several times with excitement, until Ye Weilin nodded and praised: "Yes, that's it, you will do it later!"

Soon, the props and shooting equipment were all ready, just waiting for Ye Weilin's instructions.

"Get ready, take your positions, start—"

Following Ye Weilin's order, the child at the door of the main room ran in nervously and with hidden excitement. He was wearing old floral clothes with red flowers on a green background. Under the dim candlelight, he looked strange and inexplicable.

After he trotted to the center of the main room, he heard the sound of chasing footsteps from the door. He turned his head to look at the door, and his nervous expression finally disappeared, replaced by a mischievous smile.

Ye Weilin made gestures, let the camera move forward while changing, and gave Yin Lan who just appeared at the door a medium shot.

"Don't run, I've caught you!" Yin Lan, who turned into Xiaojie, was a little out of breath. He held on to the door frame, his expression first provocative, then doubtful, and then he rolled his eyes to look around.

Without Ye Weilin's instructions, Fu Qi's camera turned to a coffin placed in the center of the main room and some black wooden boards on both sides of the high beam.

As the camera advances, it turns from blurry to clear that these are the cross-sections of multiple coffins.

The lens dedicated to Yin Lan has not changed, and Yin Lan's expression has also become subtle, as if scared, but also a little novel, portraying the adventurous mentality of a boy who is both terrified and a little excited about strange things, even Ye Weilin behind the camera couldn't help being amazed, the other party's attention to the details of facial expressions is really talented.

Afterwards, Yin Lan looked at the center of the main room again.

A black coffin was placed there, on the wall where the shadow was cast, and in the flickering candlelight, there was a ghostly figure dancing faintly.

The child stood behind the coffin with a provocative look, waiting for Yin Lan to catch him.

Afterwards, the two started a chase around the coffin.

The two of them didn't run for a few laps, when they heard a slight sound, both of them stopped involuntarily, and their eyes were focused on the coffin.

The lid was rattling.

The expressions of both of them revealed this sentence, the child's facial expression was distorted, and he screamed "Ah—" and ran away from the exit on the other side.

Yin Lan was left standing alone next to the coffin whose lid had partially exposed.

The camera focused on the gap in the coffin, and saw that the gap opened wider and wider until revealing the snow-white hair, the face full of wrinkles and hills, and the cloudy eyes that suddenly opened.

"Ah——" Yin Lan also uttered a cry full of fear. He stepped back a few steps, but his knees softened, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.

The old man sat up slowly until most of the coffin lid was pushed away.

Her face was pale and stiff, and she moved slowly. She was wearing a blue shroud from the Qing Dynasty, with several necklaces hanging around her neck, and a few pieces of paper money stuck to her back. She looked particularly terrifying.

"You children, you are mischievous all day long, and you don't even know where you should come and where you shouldn't come." The old man's eyes were cloudy and scattered, and he said slowly in a drawn out tone, his voice was hoarse and weird, which made the original Yin Lan, who was relieved because the old man spoke, showed fear again.

After the old man finished speaking, he gave him a cold look, and lay down again. This time, she didn't put the coffin back on, and let it open.

A gust of wind blew past, and Yin Lan didn't dare to look any more, and ran out in a flustered look.