There are little zombies at home

The little zombie has no terrifying fangs, so naturally it doesn't need to wear a mask on weekdays.

I don't know if it was Zhong Jing's illusion, but he always felt that the little zombie's skin was not as lifeless as when he first saw it, but instead changed from pale to closer to his skin tone.

It was rare for Tianji to come to the set this day, so he walked to the side with the little zombie, quietly took out a piece of red wool and stuffed it for him, and said softly: "Today is Qixi Festival, I will give you a gift as a gift for accepting apprentices." This is the red thread that Yuelao gave me back then, if you have a sweetheart, please take advantage of today to tie your fingers together, and we will be together forever in the future."

The little zombie was stunned by him and nodded, just about to take the red line, but Ji Shang dodged it.

"Uh, what, as an apprentice, you should also buy a pack of cigarettes for me as a master, right?" Ji Shang curled his lips, as if he was at a disadvantage.

The little zombie tilted his head. He knew that buying cigarettes cost money, but Zhong Jing didn't smoke, and he didn't smoke either. He didn't know how much it would cost.

But last time Zhong Jing gave him 100 yuan to buy tomatoes, and now there is still more than half of it left, so he took it all out without thinking.

Ji Shang didn't expect that he still had so much money on him, so he grabbed all the money in his hand, then gave him the red thread and wanted to run away.

Before he could run away, Huang Qi came over, seeing Ji Shang received money from the little zombie, he suddenly remembered the marriage that this man had calculated for himself, and shouted angrily: "Liar, you sold the script so much!" There is so much money, why are you still cheating money everywhere!"

"My manuscript fee has already been donated back to the Taoist temple!" Ji Shang responded loudly, as if thinking of something, he ran back and stuffed a red thread for Huang Qi, "Buy one get one free, Yuelao's red thread, let my apprentice teach you how to use!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Huang Qi and ran away on flip flops.

"Fart! Your Yuelao's red thread is wholesale!" Huang Qi scolded him, but saw that the red thread in his hand was carefully stuffed back into his pocket, and when he looked back, he found that the little zombie had long since disappeared.

On the other side, Zhong Jing had just finished a scene and was about to go to the side to rest, but his hands were suddenly wrapped in a burst of cold, and he turned his head to see that the person who came was actually a little zombie.

"It's really rare, I thought you would play with them outside." Zhong Jing said, with a sour smell in his words that he didn't realize.

"They" refers to the staff of the crew, of course. Ever since they got entangled with the little zombie, the little zombie didn't rely on him like before, so he felt a little bit uncomfortable.

The little zombie blinked obediently, resting his head on Zhong Jing's shoulder, rubbing his head back and forth acting like a baby, and then quickly wrapped the rope around Zhong Jing's hand while he was not prepared.

"What is this?" Zhong Jing lowered his head and felt a red line on his finger.

The little zombie looked up arrogantly, without telling him, and then began to look at the seconds, because Ji Shang said that it would take 99 seconds to take effect!

Huang Qi saw this scene when he first came in, and thought to himself that you just have an affair and don't admit it!

And Zhong Jing, who didn't know the whole process, tied the little zombie like this for more than a minute, and then saw him jumping out happily, and was even more confused.

"What's wrong with him?" Zhong Jing looked suspiciously at Huang Qi.

"How do I know!" Huang Qi said angrily, he firmly believed that Zhong Jing was showing affection to him, so he didn't intend to accept Zhong Jing's words and let him succeed!

Zhong Jing shook his head, and when he heard the director calling him again, he simply put the matter behind him.

In the next scene, Chung King is possessed by a ghost and then seriously injured in a car accident. Except for the special effects shots, Chung Jing only needs to act in the emotional changes in the car and the pain and fainting after the injury.

The little zombie was too shy, and blushed and jumped to the side to watch Zhong Jing filming, but at this time, Zhong Jing had already started to shoot the injured scene.

Zhong Jing had already done the injury makeup, and there was still blood on his face, which looked so realistic that the little zombie almost jumped over to save others, but fortunately, Huang Qi spotted his movement first and stopped him .

"He's filming a movie, don't worry." Huang Qi patted the little zombie's shoulder reassuringly, thinking that he must be very worried because his face is pale, even though his face seems to have always been pale.

The little zombie nodded with half understanding, and looked at Zhong Jing thoughtfully.

Before going to bed at night, Zhong Jing sat on the bed and read the script. He didn't wait for a long time for the little zombie to jump into bed and sleep with him. Instead, he heard strange loud noises from the living room.

He was a little puzzled, so he simply put down the script and followed the sound out of the bedroom, and then saw the little zombie sitting on a large wooden board, tapping back and forth with a small hammer in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Jing squatted down and looked at him, wondering when the little zombie fell in love with carpentry.

"Hmm..." The little zombie pursed his lips, and took the marker pen next to him to write on the wooden board at will - "I'm building you a house".

Build a house?

Dare he live in such a small wooden box?

Zhong Jing wanted to speak, but felt that the shape of the wooden box was a bit weird...

"Is this a coffin?" Zhong Jing hesitated for a long time before asking, because making a living man-made coffin sounds really unlucky.

But the little zombie nodded, and his work became much more motivated.

Zhong Jing thought that to a zombie, a coffin might mean a house, but in the final analysis, he still didn't understand why the little zombie made a house for himself on a whim...

Without giving him time to think, the little zombie answered him with a pen - "I'm afraid you will die".

"Afraid of my death?" Zhong Jing suddenly realized, and immediately thought that the little zombie must have seen his part in today's scene.

The little zombie flattened his mouth, with a sad expression on his face, and then he opened his mouth to show two rows of white teeth as if he remembered something, which was his expression of a smirk.

——"So I'm going to make you a zombie in the future, so that you won't leave me."

Zhong Jing was helpless, he never thought that the little zombie had such a plan to build him a house.

"Don't do it." Zhong Jing sighed, pulling the little zombie to stand up, "I'm still young, you don't have to worry about this for now, I won't die."

The little zombie let him hold hands, staring at the hands they held, thinking that of course you can't die, because Yuelao has promised to give you to me!

At the same time, Huang Qi, who was secretly eating supper outside, just finished paying and wanted to leave, but felt something caught in his trouser pocket.

He looked down and saw that the red thread in his trouser pocket had somehow escaped and was still hooked on someone else's key ring.

In anticipation, Huang Qi looked up slowly, and not only saw Shang Beida's innocent face, but also heard him say: "Brother Qi, your pants seem to be unthreaded..."

Huang Qi: "..." You just went offline!

The author has something to say: Yuelao: I didn't agree!