360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

"Ghost stories in the barren mountains and wild mountains, Mr. Jiang, are you deliberately trying to get along with Lao Gao, tell me quickly, do you still remember that Lao Gao threw away your pants back then?" Wang Heng feared that the world would not be chaotic.

"If you carry your pants again, believe it or not, I'll tell Uncle Wang that you bought a sports car again when I go back?" Gao Xingshu was able to grasp the key points.

Wang Heng closed his mouth awkwardly. He is a sports car fanatic. He was often beaten because of the sports cars in the garage. Basically, he dare not even mention the word car in front of his father.

Mention the injury.

Jiang Minghan brought the topic back: "Is there anyone who dare not tell ghost stories?"

Who can be cowardly at this time, you have to go up, tell me right away, if you don't tell me, you're not a man.

Then a bunch of real men sat in a circle in the tent, turned off the flashlights, not even the light of the mobile phone, and began to tell ghost stories one by one.

What mountain village female corpses, faceless men, ghost dolls, and women who crawled along the wires all came out.

When it was Xiao Yan's turn, Xiao Yan was silent for a minute, and a slightly magnetic voice sounded slowly in the darkness.

"There are many dead people buried under this mountain."

The other four stood behind their backs together.

"It was originally called Zhongshan. Later, it was said that the general of Chu State killed 20 people here, causing the world to be furious, and the heavy rain fell. The heavy rain was covered with mud and rocks, and more than 30 people led by General Chu were also buried. [-] lives, along with those who died in the fighting, are buried under the soil beneath these feet."

Jiang Minghan moved unconsciously, making the contact area between his feet and the ground smaller.

When talking and laughing all the way up the mountain, he also talked with everyone about the background of this mountain. This mountain was originally called Zhongshan, but now it is called Mingshan.

Xiao Yan's story continues.

"Since this battle, strange things have happened frequently in Zhongshan. Many people have strayed into the mountain by mistake, but none of them survived. When they were found, they were all at the foot of the mountain. At dusk, they knelt on their knees in a funeral posture. The rumors became more and more intense, and finally a woodcutter was chased into the mountains by wild animals, and he came out alive on the afternoon of the sixth day."

"The villagers asked him what was in the mountains."

The nerves of the few people listening have already started to jump.

"The woodcutter said that it was raining heavily on the mountain, day and night, and there were cries and mourning sounds in the rain. Apart from that, he only met a 'living person' once, who appeared at night and claimed to be In order to escape corvee and hide in the mountains, the woodcutter found that the man had no temperature or heartbeat."

"The villagers asked him again how he escaped."

"The woodcutter said that he ran away in a panic, and then found bones in a cave. When he was desperate, he bowed to the bones three times and kowtowed nine times, asking the dead to bless him, and promised to bury him properly after he came out, and to do things for him to help him pass away. With that piece of bone in his arms, he finally escaped."

"However, the woodcutter lost the bone when he was leaving the mountain."

"He was afraid of the strange things in the mountains, and he didn't dare to go back to look for them. He was found dead at home on the eighth day after he came out, and he died in the early morning of the seventh day."

"The dead woodcutter had pinch marks on his neck. The marks were deep and strange, as if he had been strangled to death by a claw without flesh. Some villagers said that the bones the woodcutter once said he saw were his hands."

"Later, the imperial court changed the name of Zhongshan in order to suppress the souls of those who died in vain, and Zhongshan became today's Mingshan. After the name was changed, the number of strange things gradually decreased, but the nearby villagers still spread rumors about the heavy rain in the mountain, the sound of crying spirits, and the mud. exposed bones."

Wang Heng and the three sat closer and closer together, almost huddled together.

Xiao Yan was still going on, his voice was still the same, mixed with magnetic innocence, as if talking to others.

But it is this plainness that makes this more legend-like story treacherous and frightening.

Before the story was over, Xiao Yan felt a warm body leaning against her.

Qi Mo's handsome face was faintly revealed by the moonlight coming in from the gap in the tent.

Through the clothes, you can still feel the warm body shivering slightly.

Looking at the three groups on the opposite side who were almost connected together, Xiao Yan took a conniving attitude towards Qi Mo's approaching body.

He continued to tell the story: "Before liberation, there were cities B and H near this mountain, industrial centers, and countless battles took place. But as long as it happened within a radius of ten miles from this mountain, neither the Chinese army nor the invaders were killed in the end." people survived."

"I read the information on this mountain before I came here. It is recorded in the information that there were dozens of battles, large and small, and none of them survived."

"Besides, the wars coincided with heavy rains."

After a pause, Xiao Yan asked, "Do you think it will rain tonight?"

Jiang Minghan, Wang Heng, Gao Xingshu:? ? ? ! ! !

A beam of light suddenly appeared, and in the light was a bluish-black face that did not look like a living person.

"boom!"

It was the sound of a flashlight being hit on the head.

"Fuck!"

This is the voice of Jiang Minghan covering his head and screaming.

Gao Xingshu threw the flashlight into Wang Heng's arms as if nothing had happened, with a calm face on his face: "Heng Zi, take it easy, this flashlight is quite heavy."

Rubbing the smashed place, Jiang Minghan asked suspiciously, "Was it Hengzi just now?"

Wang Heng: "Old Gao, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense."

"If the flashlight was in your hand from the beginning, who else would it be?"

"Fuck me... what the hell are you hitting me for?"

Jiang Minghan: "I don't know who is the one who smashed it, so why don't you both beat me up, I won't be able to escape now."

So, Xiao Yan and Qi Mo just watched the three people fighting on the opposite side helplessly.

Qi Mo turned on the flashlight that fell beside him, and dangled the beam of light on the huddled people, like a circus spotlight.

Xiao Yan: ...

He subtly understood the "skin" in the mouth of fans.

After the beating, the three of them rubbed their faces, and they didn't look too scared anymore.

Xiao Yan suddenly asked, "Will it rain?"

Just these four words brought back the terrifying atmosphere that had just been broken up after a fight.

Gao Xingshu laughed with the corners of his mouth pulled, and went out rubbing his arms.

——Although it's cold and wet outside, no matter what happens, it won't make people feel that there is a dark wind passing through, right?

The person who was an eyesore went out to blow the cold wind, and Qi Mo succeeded in living with Xiao Yan. While pretending to be trembling, he rarely praised the three bad friends in his heart.

Then he continued to squeeze towards Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan took out the flashlight that Qi Mo hid behind his back and turned it on, the tent immediately became much brighter.

With a smile, he asked Qi Mo, who thought he was moving inconspicuously: "Are you still afraid?"

"Scared!" Mr. Qi lied and didn't type the draft.

Xiao Yan: "Go to bed early if you're afraid."

Qi Mo:? ? ?

It's not as good as it was said to be!

Ah Yan, the ghost story you told scared me, shouldn't you comfort me?Shouldn't you chat with me about life, express your feelings and get closer?

Why did you fall asleep?

He spared no effort to find topics.

such as--

"Ayan, is the story you just told true?"

"Where did you see it, don't tell me, it's really scary!"

"Are you afraid, why don't we talk?"

For Qi Ershao who spared no effort to make a work, Xiao Yan's tone was a little helpless: "Aren't you still crying in the afternoon?"

His helpless voice seemed to be full of unconscious pampering, wrapped in a gentle and affectionate that could make people drunk, Qi Mo felt that he had nowhere to escape.

"Cough, I don't feel sleepy."

As if bewitched by the atmosphere at this time, Qi Mo asked unconsciously: "What would the person in Ah Yan's imagination look like?"

"I won't have a crush."

"How can this kind of thing be accurate? Maybe it will happen sometime."

"That's probably a long way off."

Qi Mo felt as if he drank honey, and also as if he had been soaked in coptis.

He is happy that Xiao Yan has never liked anyone, but also sad that he will not like anyone, because he knows better than anyone else that the "indefinitely far away" in Xiao Yan's mouth is not just a talk.

When he turned off the flashlight and was about to fall asleep, Xiao Yan suddenly heard Qi Mo say: "Ah Yan, do you know what a real good brother is?"

"—I don't know." Xiao Yan's voice was tired, and he sounded unconscious.

"Blessings are shared, difficulties are shared, and there are bachelors to fight together. The relationship between us is closer than brothers. If I don't have a girlfriend, you have to stay with me as bachelors."

Before he finished speaking, there was already the sound of even breathing from Xiao Yan.

Qi Mo was both regretful and relieved.

But he didn't know that in the darkness, Xiao Yan opened his eyes, and slowly frowned.

----

In the middle of the night, Chen Yue woke everyone up and climbed to the top of the mountain energetically carrying the camera.

There were a few who couldn't get up to watch things, and the rest of them yawned and crawled along.

Qi Mo slept in a tent with his sweetheart. Although there were still a few light bulbs, and it was not the first time, he was still very excited.

As a result of the excitement, he didn't fall asleep until two hours before he got up.

Xiao Yan twisted a towel and covered Qi Mo's drowsy face to help him wake up.

On the mountain road, Qi Mo was also asked to walk on the inside, worried about his squinting state, so he couldn't stop taking the direct train at the foot of the mountain.

Qi Mo, who was treated specially by his crush, was delighted.

But his good mood lasted until he reached the top of the mountain.

Because on the top of the mountain, there was someone wearing the shape of a refugee, greeting Xiao Yan while smiling like a flower.

Damn, why are you so haunted!

Xiao Yan didn't know that Qi Mo's anger was burning, it was rare for him to be so impressed by a person.

I don't want to have any contact in the future.

Duolan is also a different kind of success.

Xiao Yan treats him as air, and Duo Lan is too good to come up to make his muse unhappy, and only secretly glances at him occasionally.

He felt that his actions were subtle and romantic, just like Romeo who fell in love with Juliet at first sight at the ball but because of the depression of his family, he could only peek at the hem of the god in his heart with this kind of concealed and moving eyes.

Chen Yue moved to Xiao Yan's side, glanced at Duo Lan, pouted her lips, and lowered her voice: "There is a suspicious person looking at you over there, please be careful, I think that person looks like a fugitive, I'm not sure Really!"

Xiao Yan was speechless, he glanced at Duo Lan again, quickly turned his head away from Duo Lan's lighted eyes and Qi Mo's almost fire-breathing eyes, and looked at the big man with pitiful eyes not far behind him. Forget about it.

— hurts the eyes.

After crawling out of the mud pit yesterday, Duo Lan washed his face with clean water at least before he was recognized by others. After a whole night, he could still vaguely see that the patchwork color clothes were completely the same color as the mud under his feet.

Duo Lan, who was rejected by his muse, gave up on himself and didn't intend to take care of himself at all. He felt like the famous poet named Qu Yuan in ancient Chinese legends.He can only wander in the mountains melancholy, and although his clothes are stained with mud, it's not dirty, but untidy!It's Xiao Suo!It's a lonely shadow!

Full of poetic feelings!

Duo Lan felt that if someone took a photo with a camera at this time, he must be lonely and desolate in the photo, and people couldn't help being moved when they saw it.

The group of people who had just climbed to the top of the mountain quietly moved their bodies away from him and sighed as they moved. Nowadays, beggars have leisure time to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. It really is that socialism is good, and it has transformed the people's ideological level and aesthetic sentiment.

Yu Xi Du Jia cough, of course they are just idle thinking about these thoughts, no one takes them seriously.

After staying on the top of the mountain for a few hours, on the way back, many people looked at Xiao Yan, then at the beggar-like person following behind, and then at Xiao Yan, their eyes were extremely strange.

Xiao Yan was very calm, with long legs, these people who looked around and walked inattentively, in order to catch up with him and continued to give him weird eyes, almost slipped and fell into the grass on the slippery mountain road.

Qi Mo walked side by side with Xiao Yan, and his face turned black.

Xiao Yan seemed to just ask casually: "What's wrong?"

Qi Mo forced a smile: "It's nothing, Ah Yan, are you going to take over the variety show that Chen Yue is in charge of? I'll send someone to meet them."

"At that time, I will find a way to get you a plan and help Ah Yan kill the Quartet in the show."

He wanted to make a joke, expressing that he was fine, so as not to worry Xiao Yan, but his expression was too bad, and this joke made him want to start a group fight.

Xiao Yan paused, as if he didn't feel it, his eyes were calm with a gentleness that he didn't know, "Then I will thank you first."

The program team of "Survival in the Wild" that Chen Yue is in charge of has always been straightforward, but the first contact was not their program team, but "Video" magazine.

At that time, Zhao Ji was gnashing his teeth in anger because his old enemy had snatched a song resource from Qu Le, and he had to laugh and act demeanor in front of everyone, wishing to tear the opposite person surnamed Wang.

He barely reacted to the call.

What? "Video"?

The magazine that is not used by popular actresses and big-name actor and actress?What a joke!

But soon, he realized that the number belonged to the magazine staff who had dinner with him last time, and he was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't until he thought about the words two or three times that Zhao Ji was sure that his artist, Xiao Yan, was really invited to shoot the inside page!

Looking at his opponent who was still faintly complacent, Zhao Jigao felt that life was really like a novel, and the slaps came so fucking fast!

The author has something to say: After the brain circuit circled half of the world, Xiao Yanzhong felt a little bit of Qi Mo's wolf ambition, let us pay a silent tribute to President Qi

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