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Different from the beginning of ordinary movies, there is no sign animation of a certain movie company, and what is broadcast directly is the movie screen.

"When I first entered junior high school, I went back to my hometown with my parents for the first time..."

Accompanied by this narration, at the beginning of the camera, the camera is in a moving car, the rear seat looks forward, the road is muddy, the car is rickety, and the adult sitting in the front seat only sees the back of his head and a vague silhouette.

Probably a middle-aged couple, the two were silent, then the camera turned to the boy in the back seat, he was looking sideways out of the window, he was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of trousers, his hair was slightly long, and he was dressed casually, although Not overpowering but also refreshing and clean.

The boy's face was reflected on the window of the car, handsome and childish, obviously very likable, but with a calm face and unwilling eyes.

The car carrying the three of them drove forward in silence.Then the camera switched, and the picture gave the car a distant view, and the landscape scenery driving along the way finally came into view.

It was a very desolate journey, the road was narrow and bumpy, but winding all the way forward, there were few vehicles passing by, the trees on both sides did not wither, but flourished excessively, growing randomly, and the fields behind them grew very well, There are large areas of golden yellow, the camera gradually moves backwards, and the car goes further and further away. Against the background, the end of the road seems to be connected to the horizon.

The scene at the beginning was shot beautifully and naturally, which surprised everyone present except Ye Weilin and the three of them. They all learned about the movie "Phantom of Hometown" from the Internet, or like Fan Xiaoyue, they were attracted by the film and the male lead. Attracted by the beauty of the film, there are also those who are curious about independent films, but they are all shocked by the beginning.

Didn't you mean low-budget movies?How do you feel that the photography is better than expected? This angle is comparable to aerial photography.

Immediately afterwards, the car arrived at its destination and stopped in front of a very simple and peaceful village.

"Xiaojie, we're here."

The boy's father stretched his waist and strode forward. The woman followed closely, frowning, her face not looking good.

Xiaojie’s tense face when he was in the car, when he saw the village that was completely different from the city, his expression became curious involuntarily. When I was with my parents, my face became tense again.

Fan Xiaoyue was originally looking at the boy's face, but the other party was already interested in the things around him, and even pretended to lose his temper, trying to make her cute, but her major is actually not related to film and television. Related, she can be regarded as half an insider, Xiaojie's performance has far surpassed many popular stars on the screen in her opinion, and she has a very agile feeling.

After the three members of Xiaojie's family greeted the villagers, they returned to their home.

Since I haven't returned for a long time, the lock on the door is rusted. When the door is opened, the furnishings inside are very simple.

The floor tiles are uneven, the walls seem to be only coated with a layer of cement, dusty, and have not been painted, the windows are very small, and there are a few pieces of wood spaced apart, the light that shines through cannot fully illuminate the hall. It was as gloomy as the poorest era of the last century.

As soon as Xiaojie entered the door, he showed a disgusted expression. His father saw him and scolded him to get out.

"I felt very angry, so I turned around and ran away. I ran outside the village. There was a banyan tree at the entrance of the village..."

The narration of the narration perfectly matched the plot of the movie, Xiaojie ran out as expected, and his mother's words to him still lingered in his ears: "Xiaojie...come back..."

A threshold was made at the entrance to the village, like the word "口". Below it was a very sloping slope. When Xiaojie entered the village just now, he was uphill and he was out of breath, but now he was going downhill with fear.There is a banyan tree growing at the bottom of the slope. It must have been growing for a long time. The trunk is too thick for two people to hug. It is like blocking out the sun so that people can't see the scenery above their heads clearly, and they can't see a few rays of light.

For some unknown reason, not far from the banyan tree, there is a small temple directly dedicated to the statue of the god. The temple is only one person high, and no one can enter it.

Xiaojie instinctively felt a little fear, his eyelids trembled slightly to betray his nervousness, but at the same time he felt curious, because instead of stopping his steps, he walked forward more and more.

This scene wasn't scary at all, but several people in the theater couldn't help becoming nervous, because they discovered that, without knowing it, the statue gradually turned red.

It's not a sudden change, but when everyone's attention is on Xiaojie, it changes little by little, and it's not surprising until the camera accidentally skips it.This faint red light can only be noticed by the audience facing it, but Xiaojie, whose back is turned away, did not see it. Perhaps fear in his heart overcame curiosity, so he turned his head and walked towards the slope.

Walking home, Xiaojie met village children in twos and twos. They were all wearing ill-fitting old clothes, laughing and chasing each other. Xiaojie couldn't help asking one of the older children.

It was a boy of seven or eight years old, wearing an old dress with broken green flowers on a red background. It looked like an old man's clothes that had been resized for children. It had a weird visual effect.The boy not only ignored him, but also made a face at him, and ran away provocatively.

He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the remaining children all followed the boy's example and ran away after making faces.

Xiaojie is only a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, still childish, seeing the behavior of those children, his eyes showed a trace of anger at first, and then he ran after them, but his face was faintly excited at this moment.

The children all ran down the slope and disappeared after a while.

It was already dusk when the car arrived at the village, and now the sky was completely dark. Xiaojie walked down the slope for two steps, but felt as if a few wisps of something had fallen from his head.

He opened his palms and looked, but there were a few strands of hair.

He looked up and saw that it was a branch of a banyan tree. He stopped hesitantly and wanted to go back.

Turning around, Xiaojie showed a terrified expression.

Because he saw several figures walking slowly down the slope, as if queuing up to do something, orderly, but inexplicably making people feel heavy.

In the darkness of the night, Xiaojie couldn't see their faces and facial features clearly. Fear made him afraid to stay here. Regardless of the crowds of people, he ran straight back in the opposite direction, and strands of hair fell from the top of his head from time to time. When there was sorrow and joy, he couldn't care about anything anymore, he just rushed back.

When he ran back to the entrance of the village, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was a strange expression on his face. He looked around, no one was there, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Obviously showing Xiaojie's desire to go to the toilet.

"The houses in the village all look exactly the same. There are many rows and houses. I can't find my way home..."

After a series of weird episodes, the narration is still unhurried, but this pantomime-like plot has a great impact on people.

Fan Xiaoyue, who was sitting alone in the back seat, felt a little regretful. She should have brought a few friends with her, or when buying tickets, she should not only consider the field of view, but also consider whether watching horror movies can be tolerated.

At least there were a few people in the front row, and she was the only girl in the back row.

"There are no ghosts, there must be no ghosts..." Fan Xiaoyue secretly emboldened herself in her heart. For the first time, she felt that the relevant department's ban on the appearance of ghosts in movies might not be a bad thing.

Xiaojie couldn't find a home, but wanted to go to the toilet, but his education made him unable to defecate freely outside the toilet building, so he remembered what his father said in the car to emphasize the hardships of their time In a word.

"In our time, there was no independent kitchen and bathroom. The kitchens were all communal stoves, and the toilet was at the entrance of the village. It was easy to build it with two wooden boards."

Although Xiaojie had just run back from the entrance of the village and was still afraid, he still went back and saw a very small room.

Before he got close to the house, he covered his face and covered his nose, his expression was disgusting, but when he pushed it away, he turned around and wanted to vomit.

There is an old-fashioned light bulb in the room, and the dim light reflects the peeling skin. The walls are mottled and greasy, and the sound of buzzing insects and flies is coming and going. The toilet is really made of two wooden boards, and the empty one in the middle is the urinal. .

Originally, this scene was already very disgusting and uncomfortable.

As a result, just as Xiaojie turned around to retch, a hand full of wrinkles and age spots, bloodless and pale, with fingers curled up unnaturally, quietly patted him on the shoulder.

Xiaojie's bent body froze, his eyes widened, not daring to turn his head.

His eyelids trembled rapidly, and the hand covering his stomach was gradually clenched. He turned around suddenly, and after seeing the person clearly, he took a step back involuntarily.

It was an old man with a stooped body and cloudy eyes. He was dressed in green and stood in front of the house with orange light in the background. It was more frightening than the sudden appearance of the hand just now.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Xiaojie backed away again and again in fright, and when the other party was about to step forward, he turned around and ran away.

This time he went to the doctor in a hurry, but he finally found a home. After Xiaojie opened the door and walked in, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There are two rooms in the house, he opened one, and then quickly closed it, obviously it was his parents' room, probably already asleep, Xiaojie didn't want to disturb, or maybe he was afraid of being reprimanded.

After solving his physical problems, he went to his room and turned on the light, only to be surprised by two photos hanging on the wall.

Those are two black and white posthumous photos, both of which look like old people. The camera lingers on the two posthumous photos for a while, and then switches to Xiaojie's face. His expression is very subtle, with struggles, familiarity, and more fear .

He turned off the light with a snap and fell directly on the bed.

The camera also went dark, and when the screen was turned on again, the narration appeared again.

"In the morning, after I woke up, my mother woke me up..."

Xiaojie opened his eyes, and vaguely saw his mother's gentle smiling face. In his blurred vision, the other party had turned around and left a back view.

"After our family had breakfast, we went for a walk together."

The camera switches to a picturesque place, where birds are singing in the early morning and trees are shady.

On the narrow path, Xiaojie's parents walked in front, whispering and laughing from time to time, and there were bursts of conversation.

Xiaojie followed behind them, neither far nor near.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and he seemed to have sensed it, so he stopped.The wind rustled the green leaves, and the pond not far away was rippling, as beautiful as a dream.